Chapter 286: Difficult

Chapter 286: Difficult

"Banger..."

Zhuang Chen exuded the breath of Rakshasa, like a ruthless ghost harvesting their lives.

At this time, his hands were tightly clenched into a fist, and the necks of the five of them were instantly broken.

It was particularly harsh in the silent environment.

Zhuang Chen threw their bodies into the ruins with a casual throw.

"Cough cough..."

He strode towards Mr. Dujia, and only heard him coughing violently.

Blood kept pouring out of his mouth, and it seemed that the situation was very critical.

"Mr. Dujia, hold on."

Zhuang Chen found that there was a blood hole on his back, and his chest was also attacked by the opponent.

Such severe injuries made him feel a little headache.

Even if he was a Daluo immortal, he might not be able to save him.

He could only comfort him with words, and at the same time took out his first aid kit from the portable space.

First stop the bleeding of his wounds, and then bandage his body with white gauze.

"So it's you! You don't have to waste your energy. I know my own body."

Old Mr. Dujia forced a smile at him with difficulty, and his hands, as old as a dead tree, were placed on the back of Zhuang Chen's hands to stop him from moving.

"I know I'm going to die soon, you take this thing."

Old Mr. Dujia weakly took the jade ring from under his thumb and tremblingly placed it in Zhuang Chen's palm.

"Hold on a little longer, maybe I can find a way to save you when I return to the farm."

Zhuang Chen's words were a little anxious, and a trace of moisture appeared in his eyes.

Looking at his kind face, he thought of his grandfather, and the sadness in his heart was hard to suppress.

"The situation above is about to change, and they are reaching out to me.

You must be fine, take this ring."

Old Mr. Dujia emphasized this sentence, as if all his hopes were placed on him.

His face gradually turned pale, and his eyelids seemed to be filled with lead.

He blinked heavily a few times and then closed his eyes completely.

His hands also drooped weakly on the ground, and blood stained all over Zhuang Chen's clothes.

Zhuang Chen couldn't control his emotions. He trembled slightly, and tears slowly ran down his cheeks and fell on Mr. Dujia's chest.

He looked at his hands full of blood and remembered what he said.

Feeling that the big dye vat above was bottomless, it seemed that this time, he had to wade into this muddy water.

"Since you met me, and I am the last person you met.

Then I will definitely not let you die in vain."

Zhuang Chen stretched out his bloody left hand and placed it on his forehead, slowly moving it to his eyes, making a gesture for him to rest in peace.

He sorted out his emotions, bent down and hugged the deceased Mr. Dujia.

Zhuang Chen always had a doubt in his heart, why did he come out so late?

According to his identity and the power in him, he should not come out alone.

What else did he not know?

This murder case with many suspicious points could only be suppressed quietly in his heart.

"Zhu Zhengju, there is a young man outside holding the body of an old man."

The guard ran in panting, and he pointed outside with his hand out of breath.

Reported to Zhu Zhengju what had just happened.

Zhu Ze stood up from the chair, frowned slightly, and walked out.

"What happened?"

Zhu Ze looked at Zhuang Chen holding Mr. Du Jia's body covered in blood and walked towards him.

The pupils were shocked, after all, Du Jia's identity was too special.

"I know his identity is special, but it's a pity that I didn't have time to save him."

Zhuang Chen had a trace of sadness on his face, hating why he didn't go down earlier, so that he could save him earlier.

Zhu Zhengju looked at Du Jia with his eyes closed, and he paced back and forth with a headache.

"This matter is very tricky. You brought it back, so the superiors will naturally suspect you."

"Then I can't just watch him being eaten by those things."

Zhu Ze was choked by his words and couldn't say anything.

The two people were immediately caught in a solemn atmosphere.

Zhu Zhengju reported it according to the procedure, and the superiors quickly sent people to arrest Zhuang Chen.

Take away the body of Mr. Du Jia.

Jiang Zhiguang walked over from behind the group of soldiers, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he stared at Zhuang Chen with a wild smile.

"We are really destined to meet again!"

Zhuang Chen saw his appearance, his eyebrows jumped, and he turned around to look at Zhu Zhengju with a puzzled look.

"He is the person in charge sent by the higher-ups to handle this incident."

"No matter what, this matter is not his turn, right?"

"I will investigate this matter thoroughly. For the time being, you can only bear with it for now."

Zhu Zhengju felt Zhuang Chen's irritability, and he reached out and patted his arm to calm him down.

"This matter has nothing to do with me. Why should I be detained according to this procedure?

If it is unfair, I will resist with all my strength."

Zhuang Chen subconsciously burst out with strength, and he raised his eyebrows and fiercely stated his position.

The group of guards beside him pulled him forward, and Zhuang Chen's glance scared the soldier and made him withdraw his hand angrily.

Zhu Zhengju looked at Zhuang Chen's back as he left, and reacted from his strength just now.

He found that his back was wet with cold sweat, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and felt that this incident was a bit difficult to deal with.

"Zhu Zhengju, how should we deal with this incident?"

"Zhuang Chen still has the life of a big man in his hands. I believe Jiang Zhiguang will not do anything to him.

In the meantime, we must save him and cannot let him stay in Jiang Zhiguang's hands."

Zhu Zhengju put his hands behind his back and looked into the distance with a complicated face, and said lightly.

Zhuang Chen was shot by Jiang Zhiguang's sneak attack, and his eyes rolled back and he fainted.

After a while.

Zhuang Chen's head was dizzy, and he opened his eyes with difficulty.

Seeing the dim environment enveloping him, a beam of light shone in from the small window.

The smell here was a mixture of rottenness, blood, coal, and chili water.

He found that there was a small stove burning charcoal not far in front of him, and the sound of crackling could be heard.

Sparks were splashing out from time to time.

Zhuangcun subconsciously wanted to move his arms, but heard the sound of iron chains colliding.

He tilted his head and found that he was wearing shackles on his hands and feet.

And with iron chains as thick as his arms, his limbs were fixed to the cross.

"Humph!"

Zhuang Chen lowered his head and sneered.