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

Chapter 440 [089] Loyalty and betrayal
Qin Jiandan shook the syringe and answered Lao Zhao's question:
"This is a trial drug after all. Depending on the individual characteristics of the patient, the chance of it being effective is between 50% and 80%. If it doesn't work this time, you can buy it multiple times to try again!"

Old Zhao stretched out his right hand: "Okay! I'll exchange it for the factory. It's a deal! Please give me the medicine, young master!"

Zhao Dechang coughed out of pain and a mouthful of phlegm got stuck in his throat. He nearly died on the spot, but was saved by the life support system.

Qin Jiandan was not afraid that the Zhao family would default on their debt, so he placed the syringe firmly in Old Zhao's palm, and the result was -

Unexpectedly, Lao Zhao failed to hold the syringe firmly, and it somersaulted and fell onto the bed sheet. Lao Zhao quickly tried to pick it up, but accidentally touched the injection button. With a "hiss", all the special medicine obtained from the underground factory was injected into the bed sheet, without any left.

"Oh, that's terrible!" Old Zhao's emotionless electronic synthesized voice said, "Master, half of your family property is gone just like that!"

"Puff, puff, puff--" Zhao Dechang was so angry at Old Zhao that he vomited blood. The gray spots of late-stage phlogiston disease all over his body seemed to be on fire, burning him and making him convulse.

This move really made Qin Jiandan and others helpless. Although Lao Zhao was not young, he had shown to be nimble and agile before, and he was able to steal the special medicine in the middle of the night. He should never have failed with such an important thing.

Putting himself in Lao Zhao's shoes, Qin Jiandan wished he could find a hole to crawl into. However, perhaps because the prosthetic speaker mouth took up a large proportion of his face, Lao Zhao behaved indifferently and showed no remorse at all.

"Ahem... Old Zhao... my property..."

Zhao Dechang tried to break free from the cage of the hospital bed and pipelines, but his illness and weight made his efforts in vain. He was as sad as an old sow seeing her piglets being made into roasted suckling pigs.

Qin Jiandan frowned and said, "Old Zhao, I'm not a demon. Since you accidentally lost a bottle of medicine, I'll go ask Doctor Li for another one. I'll give you a discount and give you 1/4 of my property."

Wangyou covered her face with one hand to protect herself from Zhao Dechang's stench and glanced meaningfully at the young master's back, as if the more excessive the young master did, the happier she was.

Old Zhao was worried that the master couldn't hear clearly, so he leaned down again and whispered in Zhao Dechang's ear: "Young Master Qin has made a huge request. He said he wants all your property. From now on, everything above ground and underground will belong to the Night Dragon Club. Only a storage room will be left for you!"

“Puff, puff, puff—cough, cough, cough!”

After the routine vomiting of blood and violent coughing, Zhao Dechang fell into a coma again. His eyeballs rolled rapidly under his tightly closed eyelids, as if he had experienced great panic in his dream.

Suddenly, one of his hands violently pulled the tubes connected to his body, and then his whole body began to roll on the bed. Every roll made the tubes more chaotic, and the alarm of the life support equipment began to sound. His face turned red with anger, and the blood vessels on his forehead bulged like earthworms crawling under the skin.

Old Zhao, the gloomy butler stood up straight, admiring his master's struggle from aloofness. For the first time, joy appeared in the corners of his eyes and brows.

It was impossible for Qin Jiandan not to see that Old Zhao didn't want to cure Zhao Dechang at all. On the contrary, he took pleasure in Zhao Dechang's pain, even to the point of not shying away from others.

"Hahahaha, Zhao Dechang, I've finally waited for this day."

Electronic sounds played from the speaker prosthesis. Although it still lacked emotional elements as before, anyone who was in the situation could feel Lao Zhao's infinite joy.

Han Tiancheng was puzzled and asked: "Old Zhao, are you trying to embezzle Zhao Dechang's property... No, if you want the property, you shouldn't be so generous in exchanging it for medicine!"

Like a vulture about to feast on carrion, Lao Zhao shook his head in disdain:
"Property? All the property was earned by me for Zhao Dechang. If I wanted money, I wouldn't need such crooked means."

"I just want Zhao Dechang to suffer, to live a life worse than death. I want to see him tortured by various diseases to the point of being unrecognizable, and to lose all his property before he dies!"

Zhao Dechang repeatedly wandered between coma and wakefulness, nightmare and reality. The life support system made his broken body exceed the limit repeatedly, which was a kind of reverse hospice care...

In order to prevent his master from dying prematurely, Lao Zhao roughly pressed a loose tube back into Zhao Dechang's body.

Han Tiancheng looked at Qin Jiandan: "Jiandan, Old Zhao was probably trampled on by Zhao Dechang for a long time, so he turned against him in the end! You always abuse Wangyou, be careful not to be abused by him in the same way!"

Wangyou glared at Han Tiancheng from behind, thinking that the shot last night should have been more serious.

Old Zhao's eyes lingered on the former deputy chief of police, with panda eyes and a bandaged left arm hanging from his shoulder:

"The reason why I ended up in this situation is all thanks to Mr. Han."

"Ah? Why do I have anything to do with this?"

Old Zhao began to pace back and forth on the other side of the bed. He seemed to have become an actor who needed an audience to watch the grand curtain call:

"When Mr. Han was the deputy chief of police, he failed to catch Zhao Dechang, who had committed murder and escaped, in time, which made my master die with regret."

Han Tiancheng: "Wait a minute, isn't your master Zhao Dechang? Could it be..."

"That's right!" said Lao Zhao, "My master, my only master, is the partner shot by Zhao Dechang!" "Back then, Zhao Dechang fled to the outer city and escaped the pursuit of two bounty hunters. I should have been the third killer."

"But when I saw Zhao Dechang being robbed, lying penniless on a garbage dump, even refusing to dodge acid rain pouring down on his face, I realized that he had no attachment to life anymore, and ending his life now would actually help him."

"So, I lied and said that I had received a favor from Zhao Dechang's father, and I went to him to repay him. Later, I spent many years helping Zhao Dechang accumulate wealth again, making him the richest man in District 6."

Hearing these words, Zhao Dechang rolled to the edge of the bed and almost fell off, but was stopped by the safety railing beside the bed. Zhao Dechang's face was full of shock, pain, fear and despair, and his lips opened slightly, making a silent roar.

Han Tiancheng complained: "You surrendered to Zhao Dechang, not only did you not kill him but you also helped him make money. You are such a nice person!"

"Okay?" Old Zhao subconsciously adjusted his black Chinese butler uniform, making sure the collar, cuffs and hem were neat and flawless.

"You can only lose what you gain. I have been giving Zhao Dechang chronic poison for many years, which is why he has more than a dozen concubines but no children for many years, and he has a lot of diseases. Even his phlogiston disease is the result of my continuous addition of phlogiston ash to his diet."

Qin Jiandan thought to himself: So this is the outlet for Lao Zhao to vent after he castrated himself and gave up his appetite! The ashes of the burning element are really vicious. Lao Zhao doesn't have a mouth so he doesn't have to share.

"Uh...uh..."

One of Zhao Dechang's hands finally broke free from the pipe. He waved his hand in the air and accidentally grabbed Lao Zhao's right wrist, where the retro-style watch was.

Old Zhao shook off Zhao Dechang's hand in disgust, and at the same time pulled off the watch he had been wearing for many years, threw it to the ground and stomped on it to pieces.

Qin Jiandan saw from this action that Lao Zhao was quite skilled. According to the Night Dragon Society's fighter rating, he was at least an "earth" level. If he hadn't been at this level, he would have been caught when he came to steal medicine last night.

An exquisite metal cane placed at the head of the bed was knocked over and fell to the ground with a crisp sound. Zhao Dechang's hand finally fell powerlessly on the bed, his fingers bent into claws out of anger.

"Hahahaha - now my mission is accomplished!" Lao Zhao opened his hands. Although the dry sound coming out of the loudspeaker lacked any emotion, it seemed so outrageous in combination with his posture.

"Master Qin, I can't let Zhao Dechang use the special medicine no matter what. The one I stole last night, whether it was real or fake, has been thrown into the lake. My performance of spilling the special medicine just now was a bit clumsy, but so what? Zhao Dechang, did you hear the truth!?"

"Um... ahem... so you..."

The breath of "Mr. Zhao" was getting weaker and weaker, and his pain and cries seemed powerless. His life was just like his current body, firmly fixed to this bed, unable to escape.

The life support system had injected adrenaline into Zhao Dechang's body for who knows how many times. The red spots on his skin that once glowed had disappeared, replaced by a dead gray, like the last ember of a burning coal being extinguished in the night wind.

Under Lao Zhao's ruthless gaze, Zhao Dechang's breathing became rapid and weak, and every breath he took seemed to be a struggle with death. His chest rose and fell with difficulty, and every breath seemed to consume his last bit of vitality. His fingers twitched slightly, as if he wanted to grab something, but in the end he could only fall powerlessly on the bedside, like a dead tree abandoned in the wilderness.

His eyes, once filled with greed, now only had despair and fear. His pupils began to dilate, as if he was staring into an invisible abyss. On his forehead, sweat and painful tears intertwined, slowly sliding down the wrinkles, as if recording the last struggle of his life.

"I...I should have..."

Zhao Dechang's lips parted slightly, and he stared at Lao Zhao with his unfocused eyes, trying to make a final cry, but the second half of the sentence was trapped in his throat and could only turn into a weak groan. His facial muscles twisted in extreme pain, but this twist was soon replaced by a sense of powerlessness. His head shook slightly, as if denying the impending fate, but the shaking became weaker and weaker, and finally stopped.

His limbs began to grow cold, and the twitching and shaking of his body slowly subsided. Eventually, his chest stopped rising and falling, and the data on the life support device gradually returned to zero.

Old Zhao was not afraid of the stench from Zhao Dechang's death. He watched closely with wide eyes, unwilling to miss any details. After confirming that Zhao Dechang had experienced an agonizing death, he stood up with satisfaction, but because he had accomplished his life's goal, he was a little unsteady and took a half step back.

"I have avenged my old master and have no attachment to the world anymore."

Old Zhao slowly sat down on the floor with his back against the wall. The originally meticulous housekeeper rules were thrown away by him at this moment.

"I have already completed the property transfer procedures for the Zhao Mansion last night. Young Master Qin just needs to accept all of them. My only request is that I sit here quietly and watch Zhao Dechang being eaten by maggots bit by bit."

What Lao Zhao meant was that he planned to die by starvation. His loyalty to his old master was remarkable, and Qin Jiandan felt it was a pity to see such a person die.

"Old Zhao, the reason you gave up everything to become Zhao Dechang's slave is because your old master no longer has anyone to take care of?"

"..."

"In that case, why don't you follow me? I need your technology to transfer the equipment in the Zhao Mansion's underground factory to the ecological tower. There are many people in this world who are as treacherous as Zhao Dechang. As long as you follow me, there will be plenty of opportunities to send such people to hell!"

(End of this chapter)