It's okay for me to bully my wife for the sake of the young master's dignity, right?

Chapter 439 [088] Father-in-law, how could you do such a thing?

At 2:30 in the middle of the night, Qin Jiandan and Han Tiancheng returned to the guest room along the same route.

The deserted underground factory has been explored thoroughly, and leaving Wangyou alone for a long time might be dangerous.

"Father-in-law, when you see Lao Zhao tomorrow, don't mention our entry into the factory. Don't mention the theft of the special medicine either."

Qin Jiandan gave these instructions when they arrived at the door of the guest room at the end of the corridor.

Han Tiancheng rubbed his bruised panda eyes and said, "Got it. I'll listen to you and go back to sleep first..."

However, these two guest rooms are equipped with smart metal doors, and the information of Qin Jiandan and three others was registered in advance, so anyone can open the door.

Han Tiancheng was trying to find which room was his, but accidentally triggered the facial recognition function of the LED display. With a soft mechanical sound, the smart metal door slid open to both sides very hospitably.

"Ah... I'm so sleepy... My arms and legs are so sore..."

Han Tiancheng walked in while talking, and when he found that the layout in front of him was different——

The semi-automatic pistol fired without mercy!
With a bang, Han Tiancheng was shot in the left arm and immediately collapsed against the wall. Fortunately, he still had some professional ethics left in his body, so he quickly rolled out of the room in an unsightly manner.

Two more shots were fired, one missed the door frame and produced sparks, and the other grazed the ends of Han Tiancheng's hair.

Qin Jiandan slapped his forehead and shouted, "Not good!" He hurried into the room to block the shooting angle, and shouted to Wangyou who was sitting on the bed aiming, "Cancel the previous shooting order, throw away the gun immediately and go to sleep!"

Wangyou was really ruthless in executing orders! I did say "anyone other than me who enters the room must be shot immediately", and she executed it 1000%, so I can't say she was wrong.

"..."

Wangyou slowly put the gun on the pillow, covered himself with the quilt and fell asleep at the speed of light. Qin Jiandan lowered his head to check his father-in-law's injury. Fortunately, judging from the amount of bleeding, the artery was not injured.

The gunshots in the middle of the night attracted several servants. They gathered at the door of the room with timidity and curiosity. One of the more senior servants asked:
"Master Qin, what's going on? Why is Mr. Han injured?"

Qin Jiandan didn't want to tell the truth, he rolled his eyes and said, "It's okay, my father-in-law tried to molest my maid, but was shot by my maid. It's a common thing, let's just go. Bring me a medical kit with biochemical material connecting nails. I can handle it myself."

Han Tiancheng collapsed under the wall of the corridor, his face pale and he just took a breath: "What did you say I did?"

Qin Jiandan was afraid that he might let the cat out of the bag, so he quickly added, "My father-in-law pretends to be a gentleman on the surface, but he's actually very lustful. You pretty boys should be careful, or he'll take a fancy to you if you don't leave now!"

The male servants dispersed timidly. Some of them were afraid, and some with abnormal sexual orientations were even a little embarrassed.

After Qin Jiandan received the medical kit sent by the senior valet, he entered Han Tiancheng's room and helped him treat the penetrating wound on his left arm. After disinfection, he bandaged it with a biochemical bandage and fixed it on his shoulder with a lace-up.

In case someone was still there and eavesdropping nearby, Qin Jiandan deliberately raised her voice and said to Han Tiancheng, "Father-in-law, you are such a fool. You can't lay a hand on my maid even though you've been single for so long, right? There is an Aunt He at the Night Dragon Club headquarters who is also single..."

The gunshot wound finally sobered Han Tiancheng up. He murmured, "You think everyone in the Zhao Mansion is suspicious. You don't want them to know the truth, nor do you want them to help me treat my wounds? Although it's understandable, I have been branded a pervert for no reason..."

"Didn't you find the wrong room, father-in-law? What's reputation? I was almost scared to death just now. If you were shot in the head, how would I explain to Mu Yue? Even though you were shot to death because you wanted to molest Wangyou..."

"Asshole! Can't I get rid of the bad reputation of being a pervert even after being shot in the head?"

"So father-in-law, you should be careful in everything and try not to get shot in the head. Not to mention a headshot, you were seriously injured just now and had to be sent to the regeneration chamber. What if you get into an accident and turn into a gorilla? The kind that keeps pounding your chest, will you still have the nerve to go out with Mu Yue in the future?"

"It hurts so much! Jiandan, please be gentle! Your medical skills are far inferior to your kung fu!"

"Tsk, father-in-law, you should be content. This is the level of battlefield medical treatment I learned from Doctor Li. When we return to the headquarters, I will ask Doctor Li to take another look at you."

Han Tiancheng seemed to remember something important: "By the way, after arriving at the headquarters..."

"Would you like me to introduce Aunt He to you?"

"Aunt He! I mean you have to explain clearly that you and Mu Yue had a daughter for no apparent reason! I'm not thinking straight now, help me to the bed, and let's finish the business at the Zhao Mansion as soon as possible tomorrow."

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The next morning, Lao Zhao seemed as if nothing had happened. After breakfast, he served several kinds of famous tea to Qin Jiandan and Han Tiancheng. Every cup of tea he personally brewed was fragrant, but there was no Forget-Your-Sorrow tea.

Old Zhao stood straight, wearing a black Chinese butler suit that combined traditional and modern elements. The delicate patterns on the collar and cuffs looked particularly dazzling in the morning light.

"Humph, as a maid, it is a shame to cause discord between the masters."

The sound from Lao Zhao's speaker prosthesis was still electronic, and no emotional fluctuations could be heard, but his dissatisfaction with Wangyou was obvious. Wangyou, who had fully awakened this morning and regained her free will, was told by Qin Jiandan what happened last night. She was very glad that she did not shoot Mr. Han to death.

"I'm sorry, I'm only loyal to the Young Master of the Night Dragon Society. Mr. Han is the Young Master's father-in-law, but he can't be considered my master."

Old Zhao ignored Wangyou's rebuttal, as if this second-rate maid was not worthy of his advice.

"Master Qin, Mr. Han, if you two have rested well, can you come with me to see my master?"

Zhao Dechang committed a crime during Han Tiancheng's tenure and fled to the outer city. Han Tiancheng originally thought that the meeting between them would be a little awkward, but when they arrived at the place, he found that the other party was completely unconscious.

Zhao Dechang's bedroom is reached through a long corridor. The spacious and luxurious room has become a medical fortress full of life-sustaining equipment.

On the ceiling, the ducted heating and ducted ventilation systems are intertwined to maintain a comfortable temperature and good air quality in the room, but they cannot cover up the faint smell of medicine that permeates the room.

Zhao Dechang, the legendary "good man Zhao", lies on a specially made large medical bed, which is made of high-strength synthetic resin and special steel, and covered with a layer of fiber material. His body is entangled with various pipes, which are as complicated as a spider web, connecting him to the life-support equipment beside the bed. The display screen on the equipment flashes various information such as electrocardiogram, recording his vital signs.

Zhao Dechang, who is probably in his 70s, looks haggard and has dark circles under his eyes, just like a man in his 90s. Long-term indulgence has left deep marks on his face. His sparse hair is messy because of long-term bed rest, and a few strands of hair fall on his face, forming a sharp contrast with the swastika jade pendant he wears around his neck.

Zhao Dechang was wearing almost no clothes. His ugly body, like a naked pig, was fat and loose. His skin was swollen due to the influence of phlogiston disease, and gray patches with a glimmer of fine sand appeared on it, like a red-hot coal gradually going out, foreshadowing the imminent extinction of life.

Old Zhao stood on the other side of the bed and bowed, "Master Qin, Mr. Han, as you can see, my master is on the verge of death and urgently needs special medicine for treatment. Last night I found out that old man Jiang's phlogiston disease was indeed cured by Doctor Li. As long as the young master gives me the special medicine, I promise that the master will give you half of his property, and I will never break my promise!"

Qin Jiandan laughed in his heart: The syringe you stole last night was useless, right? Of course the liquid oxygen is useless! Maybe it will accelerate the oxidation in the body and almost kill the owner with one shot, right?

You look down on Wangyou, but Wangyou will not stab her master to death at will. It is me who stabs her often!

"Uh...uh..."

Upon hearing the word "family property", Zhao Dechang, who was in a coma, woke up slightly, and his dim eyes tried to focus behind his wrinkled eyelids.

"Half of the family fortune... is too much... Old Zhao, you are trying to kill me..."

He is indeed a miser. He is still thinking about money even when he is about to die.

In addition to phlogiston disease, Zhao Dechang also suffers from heart disease, high blood pressure, diabetes and many other diseases. Even with professional ventilation equipment, the smell in front of the bed is not good. Wangyou covered his nose and took a half step back.

Old Zhao leaned over his master's head with a frown on his face and said, "Master, life is the most important thing. If you lose your life, it will be useless even if you have money."

Qin Jiandan knew that Zhao Dechang was a heartless rich man and a fugitive who had committed murder. She had no sympathy for him at all.

"Let's make it clear in advance that half of the property I want is your mansion's underground factory. From now on, the underground will belong to me, and the above ground will belong to you. Deal?"

Zhao Dechang said in a trembling voice: "What did you say? I didn't hear it clearly, say it again..."

Old Zhao sighed and said, "Master, the Night Dragon Society has many spies. It seems that they have discovered our underground factory and want to exchange it for special medicine! Although it is a pity, there is no other way to save our lives. Why don't we just exchange it!"

"Beep, beep, beep--" the life support device at the bedside sounded an alarm, and it stabilized only after several injections of adrenaline were automatically injected.

"The underground factory..." Zhao Dechang cried, "The underground factory was built with great difficulty by you and me back then. It is the source of income for the Zhao family!"

"It doesn't matter," Lao Zhao said firmly, "As long as the master can survive, the factory can be rebuilt if it is destroyed!"

Han Tiancheng, with panda eyes and an injured arm hanging on his shoulder, whispered to Qin Jiandan: "It feels like we are the villains."

Qin Jiandan laughed, took out a syringe of special medicine from the chest pocket of his vest, and said, "The medicine is here, you can use it first. I believe you will not go back on your word to Yelonghui."

Seeing the syringe with the green logo in Qin Jiandan's hand, Lao Zhao was obviously stunned. He asked with some doubt: "Does Young Master Qin have a lot of special medicines?"

Qin Jiandan said: "The special medicine is very rare. I only have one bottle. But I also carry some liquid oxygen syringes with me. They look very similar to the special medicine, hahaha."

Lao Zhao's mouth is a prosthetic speaker, otherwise you would definitely see him gritting his teeth.

Qin Jiandan was a little confused by Lao Zhao. If he didn't recognize that the "special medicine" stolen last night was actually liquid oxygen, then he would have believed that special medicines could not cure diseases. Why did he insist on using the underground factory to exchange for medicine?

Old Zhao was silent for a while, then said, "Master Qin, is this special medicine really useful for the master? What is the chance that the master can be cured?"

(End of this chapter)