Imperial Capital, a private hospital, in a special ward.

The man has neat short hair, his brows are as thick as splashed ink, coupled with his tall nose bridge and cool thin lips, they form a cold and clear landscape painting.

He was wearing a blue striped hospital gown. He was tall, muscular, and strong.

His eyes were closed, and the intimidating aura of his body was temporarily restrained, but the powerful aura between the eyebrows was unparalleled.

He is Zhan Yeling!

The people behind Ling Xuanhan locked him in this ward where no one could come in.

He was shot in the chest, but he was sent to the hospital in time, and the bullet was taken out. Because the bullet did not hurt the internal organs, there was no danger of his life.

However, he lost his freedom because of this, and since then Zhan Yeling has also disappeared from the world.

Everyone thought that Zhan Yeling was dead. The news was released so vigorously, and there were ashes to testify. Everyone thought that Zhan Yeling was dead. In the future, there would be no such person as Zhan Yeling.

His relatives, as well as his property, have nothing to do with him.

He was lying quietly in the ward in the claustrophobic space, his thoughts were wandering, as if he was walking on clouds, he thought he was really dead.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes.

The second the eyes opened, a cold light radiated, and even the temperature in the entire ward dropped a bit.

He moved, his hands and feet were still moving, and he was still feeling.

What does this mean, he is not dead yet?

He was about to get up when he felt severe pain in his chest, forcing him to lie back on the hospital bed again.

At this moment, there was movement outside, someone came towards this side and pushed open the door of the ward.

Sunlight shines in through the door, bringing light into the dark ward and allowing fresh air to flow in.

A tall man in a Chinese tunic suit walked in.

Zhan Yeling stared at him with icy eyes.

"Don't make unnecessary struggles, you can't escape here." The man in the tunic suit said, his name is Li Zhengjun, and he is also the person behind Ling Xuanhan.

He didn't have much power originally, but he was in the officialdom.

In this field, once you have the right, you will get twice the result with half the effort than businessmen.

Zhan Yeling gritted his teeth: "You want to imprison me?"

Even when he wakes up, he will know immediately, which means that the entire ward is equipped with surveillance cameras.

Li Zhengjun was watching his every move.

"You are a talent, but I cherish talent. It would be a pity if you died." There was a faint smile on the corner of Li Zhengjun's mouth, but his eyes were full of conspiracy.

His eyes are similar to Ling Xuanhan's. No wonder Ling Xuanhan is so arrogant, and every time he does things, he can feel like a fish in water. It turns out that there is such a person behind him to help him.

Ling Xuanhan's charm is learned from him.

Li Zhengjun is the mayor of this city, and it is conceivable that he holds a lot of power in his hands.

Zhan Yeling suddenly raised his lips, mocking contemptuously: "Can't Ling Gouqi satisfy your selfish desire?"

One sentence not only shows that Ling Xuanhan is his dog's leg, but also shows that he has great ambitions and wants more.

"Ling Xuanhan is nothing, but a puppet in my hand. He is no match for you after all. If you can submit to me, we will be a win-win situation." Li Zhengjun negotiated terms with him.

"What if I don't know current affairs?" Zhan Yeling said in a leisurely voice.

"Then you have to pay the price for your ignorance of current affairs." Li Zhengjun's eyes turned cold.