"No way!"
"Why is the injury worse?"
"Is this something humans do?"
"This is inconsistent with the medical report!"
"Did those guys who assessed the injuries make a false assessment for the sake of our family?"
Wang Weihan and Wang Xuezhen learned the news not too slowly.
Zhang Xuezhou rushed back from the Beirhe Research Institute, and the two of them took care of Wang Heran, and then were notified by the police to go to the detention center to meet Wang Kaile.
After understanding what happened, the two rushed to Feiyu Live Broadcasting Company at No. 18 Xuefu Road.
On the second floor, the two people also met Wang Li.
No matter how bad a free-range son is, he is still his own son. Although the family philosophy caused Wang Weihan to give up on Wang Li, it does not mean that Wang Li is not related to him by blood.
Seeing that there was no wound on Wang Li's body, and there were traces of residual blood in his nostrils and mouth, Wang Weihan's face was full of gloomy anger.
"Weihan, when that little brat is released, you can hit him according to the injury. If the blow is light, I will worry about you!"
Wang Xuezhen looked at Wang Li whose body was in terrible shape, and a cold breath rushed into his heart.
He heard a lot of jealous words in the detention center, but now he didn't dare to ask a question.
"Fight, we must fight again," Wang Xuezhen emphasized: "The family has declined like this, and he is still so rampant. If our family is still strong, he will kill people and throw them into the garbage."
"His pinkeye is serious!"
Wang Weihan pursed his lips.
If Wang Li is free-ranging, he is free-range. If Wang Li is willing to repay his master's family, giving him a favor would be regarded as filial piety.
It is normal if Wang Li makes a lot of money but does not repay the money to his family.
Like branches and leaves, Wang Li has grown into another plant, and his interests are not completely tied to the main family.
Wang Weihan pronounced the words 'pink eye' repeatedly, which made Wang Xuezhen nod.
"Ren Wuyang has communicated with me that my useless children will never harass Xiaoli in the future," Wang Xuezhen said.
"That's good!"
Wang Weihan nodded.
Seeing Wang Li who ignored him completely and didn't hear any name from Wang Li, he sighed deeply.
"I haven't seen you for a few years, you have really grown up," Wang Weihan said.
"Father and son? How many years have we not seen each other?"
Zhang Xuezhou asked in a low voice.
This left Wang Weihan speechless.
In an ordinary family, this is an almost impossible phenomenon, but in a large family, it is a very common phenomenon.
Wang Li is young and inexperienced, so he is indeed a bit unpleasant.
Although Wang Li was being plotted, this was because Wang Li was not determined.
A second-generation ancestor who eats, drinks, whores and gambles is disgusted by others. Only by completely cutting off the other party's dependence can he get rid of his previous playboy and become an ordinary normal person.
In Wang Weihan's heart, he really didn't have high requirements for Wang Li. He only wanted Wang Li to be an ordinary person after he went out and squandered everything.
But Wang Weihan didn't expect that Wang Li would one day counterattack, and even counterattacked so much that Wang Kaile became jealous and lost control.
This is an extremely rare accident, comparable to the probability of Ren Yi returning to Xijing City.
If the Wang family was still a big family, Wang Kaile might not be so anxious, but with Wang Haoran losing power, Wang Kaile and others could not help but want to do something, or seek new sources of wealth for the family.
The whole process is just like this.
It's just that Wang Li suffered too much pain, and this way of seeking was beyond common sense and even deviated from ethics.
When Wang Weihan and Wang Xuezhen arrived, they had thousands of words hidden in their hearts that they had not said yet, but a few minutes after entering the room, they had nothing to say.
Until now, his son has never said a word in reply. He just lay on the bed and looked at the ceiling casually.
Looking at the scars on the opponent's body caused by fists, feet, sticks, chairs, etc., Wang Weihan opened his mouth and finally had to say one thing.
"The medical treatment at Jishi Medical Center in Xuefu District is still available, just go ahead and use it," Wang Weihan said.
"Hmph~"
With a low nasal sound, Wang Li finally responded.
Although this response was not very kind, it was better than nothing.
Wang Weihan bowed his hands towards Zhang Xuezhou, and after asking him again and again, he withdrew from this single room which was not very spacious.
The sound of going downstairs and footsteps gradually faded away. When he was lying on the window sill and saw Wang Weihan and others walking away, Wang Li took a breath of air.
"This is really not the right time to be beaten. Brother Xuezhou, please help me with treatment quickly. I almost fainted from the pain!"
"I didn't expect them to come at this time!"
Zhang Xuezhou stretched out his hand, and after several operations, he took out the stick from under the bed.
"Come on, come on, keep going!"
"The force this time will be about 75 kilograms. Come on, I will bear it!"
"Ah~ it hurts!"
Wang Li's eyes widened. He had never experienced that the black turtle fighting skills could be improved so quickly.
A normal beating will stop when the pain is felt, and the Black Turtle Fighting Technique will be advanced through progressive blows.
Practicing in this normal way is like a turtle crawling, practicing safely and slowly.
Radical practice involves smearing various types of oils and ointments on the body, and then beating with sticks and other objects, which stimulates the impact of the black turtle's genes through strong stimulation, thus inducing a more tyrannical resistance.
The ferocious practice relies on modern high-end medical treatment for rapid healing, which also results in the beating being able to reach the maximum level, or even exceed a certain range.
But now, Wang Li felt that his practice was more brutal than ever.
He felt that no one would have the conditions for cultivation like him.
In just one practice, the blow weight he endured jumped from thirty kilograms to sixty kilograms, and now he is pushing at seventy-five kilograms.
As long as the push is successful, it means that ordinary people's fists can only cause low damage to him.
Compared to Zhou Xin, whose body can withstand a blunt force blow of about ten tons, his level is undoubtedly scratching, and the difference is more than a hundred times greater.
But as long as the blood potion can be supplied and his body can withstand it, Wang Li feels that he will quickly reduce this magnification.
If he can push the limit of black turtle fighting skills defense and achieve an indiscriminate defense at the level of 200 kilograms, this will mean that even if he does not fight back, some sequencers will not be able to cause damage to him even if he hits most areas of his body.
Just thinking of this level, Wang Li's pained voice added a touch of fanatical excitement.
The jump from thirty kilograms to sixty kilograms almost doubles the increase, and the jump to seventy-five kilograms quickly reduces this increase. Next, there are eighty-five kilograms, ninety kilograms, and ninety-five kilograms. One hundred kilogram level.
And above the 100 kilogram level, every two kilograms is used as a step.
When you reach the 150 kilogram level, you need to push it up by about one kilogram at a time.
Wang Li was being beaten numbly, constantly guessing how many times he needed to be beaten.
"No way, beating people is too tiring, we have to find someone to help!"
In the end, it was Zhang Xuezhou who couldn't stand it.
Performing magic is not tiring, but hitting people is really tiring.
Especially this needs to be done under the premise of balance of power.
If the blow is light, it will have no effect, and you need to hit it again. If the blow is too heavy, it will cause Wang Li's power to break and cause too much pain.
Zhang Xuezhou only found this matter troublesome.
Wang Li was counting the times, and Zhang Xuezhou was doing the same.
He even calculated the number of times he needed to swing the stick and hit him again. This number of times made Zhang Xuezhou feel physically and mentally exhausted.
After Wang Li's second breakthrough in practice, Zhang Xuezhou sent a message asking for help to Zhang Weimeng and Song Fengying.
Regardless of which of his parents would participate in the sequencer event, Zhang Xuezhou felt that Zhang Weimeng and Song Fengying could practice with the help of Wang Li, a human shield that needed to be beaten. This would at least add a lot of fighting experience.
(End of chapter)
