klisemfg Chapter 593 It’s hard to persuade the damn ghost with good words
Chapter 593 It’s hard to persuade the damn ghost with good words
In a seemingly ordinary community in Kuncheng, in a room of a residential building, the ordinary appearance cannot conceal the luxurious and grand interior decoration.
The European-style crystal chandelier casts a soft and bright light, illuminating the entire space with splendor.
There are several valuable oil paintings hanging on the walls, leather sofas, imported carpets and various exquisite ornaments, all of which demonstrate the owner's wealth and status.
At this moment, Mr. Al Robke was sitting around the coffee table in the living room with Boss Jin, discussing the thorny incident of the failed assassination attempt on Mu Xiaoji.
The door was half-open. Zhou Li hurried over and saw this. He didn't even bother to knock on the door and walked in directly.
As soon as he stepped into the room, he saw a group of people standing behind Boss Jin. Each of them was holding weapons of varying sizes in their hands, flashing cold light. This scene made him feel his legs and feet go weak, and a chill ran from the soles of his feet straight up to his heart.
Mr. Al Robk looked calm, as if the tense atmosphere had nothing to do with him.
The brothers behind him were rubbing their hands, looking eager to try, with a fierce look in their eyes.
Zhou Liqiang forced a wry smile and said hello, "Hello, bosses. I don't know why you called me here so urgently. What can I do for you?"
The corners of Elrobuk's mouth rose slightly, but a hint of displeasure flashed in his eyes. He said unhappily: "What have you been doing these two days? Why haven't you gone to work?"
Zhou Li sighed helplessly, his face full of fatigue and helplessness, and explained: "My wife's condition has been getting worse recently, and it's recurring frequently. There's really nothing I can do.
During this prison checkup, I witnessed the strength of Mu Xiaoji's advanced medical team, so I wanted to find him and ask him to help me and save my wife and children.
Alang, who was standing by, raised his lips in a cold arc, smiled contemptuously, and said in a tone full of sarcasm:
"Don't dream on, I already solved it with one "Biu" knife in the shopping mall!" After saying that, he exaggeratedly imitated the action of throwing a knife, making a "Biu" sound with his mouth.
Zhou Li's face flashed with panic when he heard this. His eyes widened and he asked in disbelief, "Dead? How is that possible? I just went to his house, and his security guard clearly said he was at the City Center Hospital."
Alang spread his hands, looking nonchalant, and said sarcastically, "That's right! Aren't hospitals just for dying people? They're not really good places, are they?"
"I don't believe it!" Zhou Li said firmly, turned around and prepared to rush to the door. He was eager to verify whether Mu Xiaoji was really dead.
At this moment, Mr. Elrobuk shouted loudly: "Wait a minute!" Zhou Li paused, froze in place, and slowly turned around.
Mr. Elrobuk stared at him sharply and asked, "What has Wu Kun been doing these past two days?"
Zhou Li calmed himself down and said responsibly, “The situation inside the prison has been very strange recently, and I can’t tell what’s wrong.
However, Scar Kun and his gang framed Mu Xiaoji and successfully took him away by people from the procuratorate.
Afterwards, Scar Kun and the others were also isolated and kept separate from the other people in the quarantine area. I couldn't reach them at all, and now I have no way of contacting him either."
Upon hearing this, Boss Jin showed a gloating expression on his face. He looked at Mr. Elrobuk and said slowly:
"Mr. Al Robuk, I'm afraid that no matter how big my umbrella is, it won't be able to protect you from now on."
Elrobuk was surprised and asked hurriedly, "Boss Jin, where do you get this from?"
Boss Jin then withdrew and said, "You come to the mainland to invest, and I can help you make connections. Many local officials and partners are my connections.
"It's not worth it to sacrifice my future for a pharmaceutical company that's only in name only. Let's end this partnership! I, Jin Baiwan, won't do business that loses money."
When Mr. Elrobuk heard this, he quickly put his feet down from the coffee table, sat up straight, and said anxiously:
"Boss Jin, there's no need to be so decisive, right? It's just Mu Xiaoji, whose death is not worth regretting. Can he really scare you so much?"
Jin Baiwan snorted coldly, his eyes full of disdain. He slowly stood up and said while adjusting his sleeves, "It's hard to persuade a damned ghost with kind words. You'd better take care of yourself!"
After saying that, he flicked his sleeves and walked towards the door with a group of brothers behind him. After a while, he disappeared at the door.
Only Mr. Al Robke, Zhou Li and others were left in the room, and the atmosphere became increasingly depressing and solemn.
In that long and oppressive dark haze, like a thick leaden cloud, it hangs heavily over every corner.
When it seemed that all hope in the world was about to be swallowed up, finally, a ray of dawn appeared like a sharp sword.
It struggled to penetrate the endless darkness and spread a light that brought warmth and hope.
Mu Xiaoji hurriedly escaped from Xiao Yue's ward. His mood was a little messy but complicated due to the request made by Xiao Yue.
In his aimless panic, he unknowingly arrived at the door of the intensive care unit.
Through the transparent glass, he saw Andreas sleeping quietly inside, like a quiet sculpture.
The flashing numbers and undulating lines on the monitor seem like a silent battle song between life and death.
Mu Xiaoji stared for a moment, feeling mixed emotions, then slowly turned around and returned to the infirmary.
He approached the bed where his cell phone was placed and saw that the phone was connected to the charger and the indicator light showed that the battery was fully charged.
He picked up the phone, and his thoughts instantly drifted back to yesterday. The shock his grandmother and mother suffered was like a heavy hammer, hitting his heart hard.
At that moment, he skillfully swiped across the phone screen without thinking, quickly found Jiang Shuo's WeChat avatar, and clicked on the video call without hesitation.
Meanwhile, in the Goldsmith Bay villa, the cozy bedroom feels like a tranquil haven. The stillness of dawn brings a sense of peace to the interior.
Jiang Shuo was sitting cross-legged in meditation next to Jiang Chengyu. This habit of morning lessons had been deeply imprinted in every inch of Jiang Shuo's bones and soul after Jiang Chengyu's careful training for many years.
On the sofa in the bedroom, Guan Shan and Yan Kai were sleeping soundly, their even breathing echoing softly in the silent room.
Suddenly, a sudden WeChat notification sound was like lightning that cut through the quiet night sky, instantly breaking the tranquility.
Guan Shan and Yan Kai sat up suddenly as if they had been electrocuted.
Hearing the sound, Jiang Shuo quickly stopped practicing. He stretched out his chubby little hands towards the bedside table.
The laptop computer on the cabinet seemed to be pulled by an invisible and mysterious force, and flew steadily into his hands with a "whoosh".
Guan Shan and Yan Kai couldn't help showing a look of inferiority on their faces when they saw this. They were both martial artists.
After years of hard work in this industry, I never expected that my skills were not as profound as that of a little kid like Jiang Shuo. I felt filled with shame.
Jiang Shuo quickly answered the WeChat video call from his father, his childish voice filled with anxious concern:
"Good morning, Dad. Are you okay yesterday? How is Mom now? Is she seriously injured?" A series of questions came out of his mouth like a machine gun.
Mu Xiaoji looked at his son's concerned expression on the screen and smiled happily, his eyes full of love:
"You've asked so many questions in a row that I don't know which one to answer first."
He paused, adjusted his thoughts, and continued, "Grandma and the old grandmother returned home yesterday. How are things going?"
Jiang Shuo looked calm and composed, and responded methodically, "Grandma was indeed quite frightened yesterday, but don't worry, Dad, I'm here. Grandpa is comforting her the whole time, so she's doing fine."
Mu Xiaoji nodded slightly, a trace of gratitude flashing in his eyes: "Thank you Jiang Shuo, I can't go home for the time being.
Andreas was seriously injured while trying to save me yesterday and is currently under close observation in the intensive care unit.
Please help me take care of the family, we have to go to the prison tomorrow to review the prisoners, please."
Jiang Shuo agreed without hesitation: "Dad, these are not a problem, don't worry.
But I really don't understand, who did you offend that made them want to kill you?"
Mu Xiaoji shook his head solemnly: "I don't know either. Now we can only wait for news from the police. Where's little daddy? Let me see him."
Upon hearing this, Jiang Shuo gently flipped the camera of his phone and pointed it at Jiang Chengyu who was soundly sleeping.
Mu Xiaoji looked at Jiang Chengyu's slightly pale face on the screen and couldn't help but reach out to touch the screen of his phone, as if he could touch the other person.
He instructed softly, "Jiang Shuo, Daddy has been lacking vitamins and trace elements like calcium, iron, and zinc lately. When you prepare the liquid food, remember to add some to it. This will help his recovery."
Jiang Shuo replied in his childish yet firm voice, "I know, Dad. You have to take care of yourself too. You look so pale, it's really scary."
"I understand. You can prepare some soup that can calm the nerves for grandma and grandma. Just mix it according to the old recipe. I have some things to take care of here, so I'll hang up first." Mu Xiaoji instructed carefully.
"Okay, bye, Dad!" Jiang Shuo responded obediently and sensibly, then gently hung up the video.
Mu Xiaoji stared blankly at the phone screen that had already hung up the video call. His eyes were somewhat blank, and his thoughts seemed to be still immersed in the conversation with his son Jiang Shuo.
Just then, a sound of light footsteps came from afar, and Xiao Yanfang walked into the infirmary with a lunch box in hand and brisk steps.
Her gentle gaze fell on Mu Xiaoji, and she asked with concern, "Have you called your family?"
Mu Xiaoji was slightly startled, then came to his senses, nodded gently, and replied: "Yeah!"
Xiao Yanfang smiled slightly, handed over the lunch box in her hand and said, "I know you need it, so I packed some wheat cakes and soy milk for you. They're still hot, so hurry up and eat some!"
Mu Xiaoji quickly reached out to take the lunch box and said gratefully, "Thank you! By the way, we still need to review the prisoners tomorrow. Have you arranged the relevant personnel?"
Xiao Yanfang thought for a moment, and then responded decisively: "It may not be convenient to temporarily replace someone. After all, time is tight, and we have to familiarize ourselves with the situation again.
I think we should bring the original team members. They are already familiar with the prison environment and work processes, and can get started quickly.
I'm off work now, I'll call them later to let them know to get ready. Oh, by the way, it's not good for you to stay in the infirmary all the time, I'll arrange a ward for you so you can rest more comfortably.
Mu Xiaoji quickly waved his hand and refused, "Oh, no, no. You've been busy all night and must be tired. Go back and rest early! I'll go see Xiaoyue. I'm worried about his condition."
Xiao Yanfang smiled when she heard this, nodded in understanding, and said softly, "Okay then, you're injured pretty badly yourself, so make sure you get some rest."
After saying that, he turned and left the infirmary, leaving Mu Xiaoji alone and falling into a brief contemplation again.