Wei Tianxiang drove to the Central Hospital alone with the faucet ring in hand.
The remaining dragon guards escorted Xu Tianlong back to his residence.
Half an hour after they left, dozens of black commercial vehicles arrived.
Zhao Wanlin quickly got out of the car with the elite members of Wanlonghui and ran into the gate like flying.
In the luxurious ward on the top floor, everything that came into view made Zhao Wanlin and others feel numb instantly.
Although there were scattered gang members lying in the corridor along the way, it was not as tragic and bloody as in the ward.
More than five hundred people were dead and maimed, like dead fish in a reservoir that suddenly dried up.
"Dad, I'm here, it hurts so much, please help me..."
Zhao Jingkun huddled in the corner, blood flowing from his body.
His third leg was chopped into pieces by Xu Tianlong's kick. The extreme pain was no less than the torture of hell.
Zhao Jingkun could barely survive, but his ancestral graves were filled with smoke.
After shouting these words, Zhao Jingkun couldn't bear it any longer, his vision went dark and he fainted completely.
"Jingkun, my son!"
Zhao Wanlin walked over sadly.
Seeing his son in such miserable condition, he had no idea what to do.
"Contact a famous doctor. No matter how much money is spent, my son's foundation must be preserved!"
Zhao Wanlin barked orders at his men.
Everyone immediately followed suit.
Other subordinates also quickly entered the scene.
The disabled were lifted up and sent to medical treatment, and the dead were quickly carried away and buried.
After all the busy work, three hours had passed and it was almost dawn.
Zhao Jingkun is still receiving treatment in the operating room.
Those waiting anxiously outside were all the key members of the Wanlong Club.
Six of the sixteen hall masters came, and the rest were on their way even though they were far away.
Zhao Jingkun is the son of the president of Wanlong Society. How can everyone sit still if such a big thing happens?
Although Zhao Yan Wang has many children, he only gave birth to Zhao Jingkun, the leader, when he was forty years old.
The continued success of the Zhao family depends on Zhao Jingkun!
As a result, his foundation was chopped into pieces by Xu Tianlong.
This is no less than cutting a big piece of meat into the heart of King Zhao Yan.
"President, I have already surveyed the entire scene. The situation is a little tricky!"
At this time, a middle-aged man with an aquiline nose came to Zhao Wanlin and made a report.
This person is the Ninth Hall Master of the Ten Thousand Dragons Association, named Lu Hongwei.
The Ten Thousand Dragons Association has over 10,000 members, and there are two guardians under the president, the Four Vajras, the Eight Dragon Kings, and the Sixteen Hall Masters.
Compared with the outside world, this is public strength.
But others don't know that there are four elder-level powerful men above the president.
Wanlonghui was founded by those four elders.
From ancient times to the present, through the merger of large and small forces, Wanlonghui has a history of hundreds of years.
"Keep talking!"
Zhao Wanlin took a long puff of cigarette.
Zhao Wanlin couldn't imagine who the guy named Xu Tianlong was because he was a troublesome figure even for the hall leader, Lu Hongwei.
"Those gang members who survived told me that the guy who injured them and Master Kun was not afraid of bullets."
"Hundreds of big guns fired at the same time, but the man put the bullets in the air and then reflected them back strangely."
"This method must have been done by a warrior. This person's rank is probably not low."
Lu Hongwei said cautiously.
"How high?" Zhao Wanlin asked sharply.
Lu Hongwei replied: "Far above us hall masters, I am afraid that only the Eight Dragon Kings can kill him!"
Among the sixteen hall masters of the Wanlong Club, except for Zhao Jingkun, who was mediocre in martial arts, the remaining fifteen, Lu Hongwei, were all intimidating.
These fifteen are all Huang Realm warriors.
Along the way of martial arts, there are four realms of heaven and earth, black and yellow.
Only those who have developed inner strength can be called warriors.
A martial artist from the Huang Realm can kill an elephant with just one punch.
So scary!
"Fuck, I thought he was so powerful when I was riding a horse!"
"Even if his martial arts rank exceeds that of your hall master, he is still just a Xuanjing warrior. What's so troublesome about this?"
"Let King Zhang Long, one of the eight dragon kings, come back and capture this beast named Xu alive."
Zhao Wanlin ordered angrily.
"Yes, President!"
Lu Hongwei quickly accepted the order.
He was about to turn around and call Zhang Longwang to inform King Zhang that the door of the operating room was open.
An old doctor with gray hair walked out exhausted.
"Miracle Doctor Chen, has my son's foundation been preserved?"
Zhao Wanlin rushed over and asked anxiously.
The old doctor in front of him is Chen Huaian, the leading famous doctor in Nanzhou.
Zhao Wanlin sent someone to pick him up by helicopter overnight.
Chen Huaian had unparalleled medical skills and used medicine like a god. He was regarded as the King of Medicine in Nanzhou.
"Boss Zhao, I tried my best! Unfortunately, Mr. Ling's injuries were too serious and everything was broken and cannot be repaired at all."
"My suggestion is conservative treatment and go abroad to spend money on prostheses!"
Chen Huaian took off his mask and told helplessly with his hands spread.
"What did you say?"
Zhao Wanlin was so anxious that he almost fell to the ground.
Lu Hongwei next to him didn't bother to call Zhang Longwang, and quickly reached out to support the president.
"President, are you okay?"
A group of elites quickly stepped forward and asked with concern.
"Get away!"
Zhao Wanlin pushed everyone away, and furiously stretched out his hands to grab Chen Huaian's collar.
"Chen Huaian, I am ordering you to protect my son's foundation no matter what method you use."
"I'm not afraid of spending money. I'll give you as much as you want. Find a way for me, I won't allow Kun'er to have a prosthesis."
Zhao Wanlin roared hysterically.
"This is not a problem that money can solve. I really tried my best."
"Boss Zhao, calm down. Let me go quickly, I can't breathe..."
Chen Huaian struggled hard, but Zhao Wanlin lost control of his emotions and looked as angry as if he wanted to strangle him.
Lu Hongwei and others around him were also trying to persuade Zhao Wanlin to calm down before thinking of other solutions.
"I don't care, you are the Medicine King of Nanzhou, there is no one you can't save."
"If you can't save my son, I will kill you!"
Zhao Wanlin had turned into a mad dog at this time and could not listen to other people's advice.
Chen Huaian resisted desperately, and suddenly thought of someone in his panic.
"There is... someone who may be able to save your son. Please let go... let go of me first..."
Chen Huaian was about to die, and he struggled to squeeze out these words with his white lips.
"Who? Tell me who it is?"
Zhao Wanlin's eyes burst into ecstasy, and then he let go of Chen Huaian.
"Cough cough cough..."
Chen Huaian collapsed on the ground and coughed wildly, almost losing half of his life.
He rested on the ground for a long time, and then slowly said: "I can't guarantee that this person will save your son, because he is very mysterious, and few people have seen his true face."
"And he's not in Jiangnan City either. He's far away in the Endless Sea. I don't know his name either. Others call him Hades."
"If you have the ability, invite him over. This King of Hell has unparalleled medical skills. The King of Hell can make people die at the third watch, but he can keep them alive until the fifth watch!"
