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Chapter 711 Shrimp Needs Pig's Heart

Is Zhao Xing dead?
"This is really not surprising at all... Did Pan Junyuan do it?"

Zhao Xingsheng's death was almost a foregone conclusion. Neither the Fengqi Group, Pan Junyuan, nor the people behind Mr. M would let him go.

Given what he did, even if he followed the proper legal procedures, he would still have faced the death penalty.

Taking the blame, seeking revenge, silencing, trial... the only difference is the reason for killing him.

Ai Liang thought Pan Junyuan would hold back for a few days before killing Zhao Xingsheng, but she didn't expect him to act so quickly.

"He was the one who said it, so you could say it was influenced by you."

"I'm not even by his side, so what does it have to do with me?"

Ai Liang chuckled: "How come I don't remember learning the clone technique? Or is it that everyone I know who kills someone is influenced by me?"

"Stop being sarcastic. This can't be explained in a few words. It's not like it's your responsibility. I'll send you the video. You'll understand after watching it."

Ai Liang parked the car on the side of the road and reached out to open the first video sent by Mr. M.

The image is a top-down view from a surveillance camera installed in the garage.

In the video, Pan Junyuan, with a gun tucked into his waistband and a dagger in his left hand, pushes the half-crippled Zhao Xingsheng to the garage.

Unexpectedly, Pan Junyuan not only did not make a move, but also put the dagger into Zhao Xingsheng's hand.

"What do you mean."

Zhao Xingsheng asked.

"You want me to end my own life?"

The audio in the video is somewhat distorted, and the conversation between the two was captured using a different device.

"Xu Le lied to you."

Pan Junyuan stood behind the wheelchair and spoke to Zhao Xingsheng.

"Jiang Shun betrayed you."

Despite the excruciating pain, Zhao Xingsheng gripped the dagger tightly in his hand.

"As expected, the Toyosaki Group will also pin all the blame on you."

"what do you want to say in the end!"

“You were taken advantage of by Toyosaki, then thrown into the cesspool like toilet paper, and now you’re a paralyzed cripple.”

I'll fuck you to death!

Overwhelmed, Zhao Xingsheng tried to stand up and fight Pan Junyuan, but Pan Junyuan simply pushed him forward, and Zhao Xingsheng, who had just gotten up, fell flat on his face.

"Trash!"

Pan Junyuan retorted with angry curses, and then kicked Zhao Xingsheng.

He walked up to Zhao Xingsheng and picked up the dagger that had fallen to the ground.

"I'm the one who made you like this? I'm the one who sent your wife to a brothel, huh? The enemy is right here in the house, just a wall away, and you piece of trash only dare to bark at me like a dog?!"

Zhao Xingsheng gritted his teeth, clenched his fists into the ground, and hysterically roared, "Fuck your mother! Fuck Feng Qi! Fuck Jiang Shun! Fuck Xu Gou! You're all a bunch of sons of bitches! And you, your parents deserved to be killed by me! Come on! Do it! If I don't die, none of you will get away with this!"

Pan Junyuan's eyes reddened, and he put his hand on the gun at his back waist, panting heavily. The veins on the back of his hand bulged.

Only after squeezing until his fingers turned white did he stiffly release his grip.

"Fine, you want revenge, huh? I drugged Jiang Shun and knocked him unconscious. Do you dare to lay a hand on him?"

Zhao Xingsheng, who was cursing and swearing, immediately fell silent.

"Think about your wife. I heard she was sent away by Jiang Shun a few days ago. Who knows, she might not have been with anyone yet?"

Pan Junyuan added another sentence.

Zhao Xingsheng, who had been utterly despondent and reckless, seemed to see a glimmer of hope again.

He opened his mouth, but because of the foul language he had just hurled at Pan Junyuan, he couldn't utter a sound. Zhao Xingsheng lowered his head, not daring to look at Pan Junyuan; he had never regretted anything as much as he did now.

"Your wife and the child in her belly have nothing to do with us... Do you want to save your wife?"

Zhao Xingsheng's eyes gleamed, and he nodded frantically.

"Alright, tell me all the dirty work you've done for Toyosaki over the years, and I can give you a chance to get revenge."

Pan Junyuan took out his phone and turned on the video recording function.

With hope in his heart, Zhao Xingsheng spilled everything he had ever done and everything his cronies had boasted about.

The details were more comprehensive than what Jiang Shun had revealed.

Pan Junyuan put away his phone with satisfaction and pushed Zhao Xingsheng in his wheelchair to the door of Jiang Shun's room.

"Go."

Pan Junyuan sneered as he shoved the dagger into Zhao Xingsheng's hand and turned on his phone again to record a video.

At this moment, Jiang Shun's left hand was handcuffed to the iron railing and he was hanging in mid-air, while his right leg was broken and bound with a simple splint.

With his back against the wall, legs stretched out and feet apart, head drooping, he looked like a dead person.

Zhao Xingsheng climbed off the wheel and dragged his broken legs little by little to Jiang Shun. The short five-meter distance felt like an eternity to him.

When he arrived in front of Jiang Shun, Zhao Xingsheng thought it would be easy to strike him with a swift stroke, but he couldn't bring himself to do it immediately.

When they were down on their luck, they drank, ate barbecue, and played cards. After they became rich, they fought with knives and guns but always survived. In the end, they lay in hospital beds together, bragging about their lives.

Past memories surfaced one by one, recalling the most recent events, where affection was shattered by pure anger and hatred.

Despite the pain, Zhao Xingsheng crawled forward half a meter and knelt beside Jiang Shun's legs, raising the knife to his neck.

*Pfft*

The sudden chill and pain in his waist made it impossible for Zhao Xingsheng's fractured fingers to grip the knife handle.

Jiang Shun, expressionless, shoved the switchblade into Zhao Xingsheng's body, then picked up the fallen dagger and stabbed it into the spleen without hesitation, before twisting it forcefully.

"Hahaha! You idiot! You really thought I'd help you save your wife? Yes, yes, I just wanted to see that look on your face!"

Pan Junyuan, who was recording the video at the door, laughed uncontrollably.

"Are you satisfied?"

Jiang Shun pulled out his dagger, pushed Zhao Xingsheng aside without even glancing at him, and let the blood gush out.

Zhao Xingsheng instinctively tried to cover the wound with his hand, but no matter how hard he pressed, blood would still seep out from between his fingers.

Pan Junyuan stood there watching, watching Zhao Xingsheng's futile attempts to stop the bleeding, watching him reach out to grab Jiang Shun's clothes only to be slapped away, watching his eyes gradually become unfocused, and watching his hand slip from the wound.

Pan Junyuan never intended to let Zhao Xingsheng go; he only wanted Zhao Xingsheng to die with his eyes wide open in disbelief.

It is most appropriate to give hope first and then extinguish it.

Why does this scene look so familiar?

Ai Liang suddenly remembered that when she first brought Jiang Shun back, she used this method to provoke Zhao Xingsheng and Jiang Shun into becoming enemies.

Wow, you're learning and applying it right away, aren't you?

Ai Liang clicked on the second video, which indeed showed a private conversation between Pan Junyuan and Jiang Shun.

Jiang Shun readily agreed to Pan Junyuan's request.

During the conversation, Jiang Shun did not utter a single swear word and stated more than once that he had not actively participated in the incident and had no direct hatred towards Pan Junyuan.

He was more than willing to be a witness for the prosecution, helping Pan Junyuan deal with Xu Le and Feng Qi, just to have a chance to live.

This pragmatic demeanor contrasted sharply with Zhao Xingsheng's stubbornness.

Otherwise, how could he be the eldest brother?