Chapter 540

Ye Ziheng didn't stop immediately after the first punch. In his rage, he didn't find the fact that the driver had died. He didn't react to this matter until he blew five or six punches on the driver again and broke all the ribs of the driver.

When he saw the driver's pain spread, his eyes were dead, and his seven orifices were bleeding, ye Ziheng's heart couldn't help but give birth to a trace of regret. Although he already knew who wanted his life, there were still some things that he didn't understand. He originally wanted to live and ask about it, which was all screwed up.

But just as ye Ziheng regretted, he forgot a more important thing: the steering wheel.

When ye Ziheng thought of it again, he was lying on the white hospital bed, dripping and plastering. According to our investigation, that car is from Lanhe City, not our local car in Hengshui City. It arrived at Hengshui City all the way around noon yesterday, and although it looks like a taxi, it is actually the internal parts that are not the configuration of a taxi. That is to say, this car is assembled illegally. Another is the driver. After investigation and verification, the one who wants to kill you this time is an entrepreneur in Lanhe city called Li chunran. He is worth more than 100 million yuan. There is a listed company under his name. He has been married. His wife died in a car accident two years ago. He has a man, a woman and two children. "

Ye Ziheng's side, a 30-year-old, middle-aged man in police uniform, said beside ye Ziheng.

This man, named Yang Cheng, is arranged by tianxingmen in Hengshui police station. He is specially responsible for dealing with the private fights or cults of some warriors.

Ye Ziheng, on the other hand, is hanging on the bed with plaster on his hands and feet. There are several deep and superficial scratches on his face. His whole body is covered with white gauze, leaving a face outside, which looks like a mummy.

"How long can I be discharged?"

Ye asked, which is his biggest concern at present.

A listen, Yang Cheng face a faint smile.

"According to your cultivation and recovery speed, you should be able to get out of bed in about three days, but it will take at least half a month for you to fully recover."

Ye Ziheng listened, frowned, and couldn't help saying.

"Can't you just take some pills to recover?"

Yang Cheng shook his head.

"No, in your current situation, if you take the pill directly, you can't absorb a lot of energy in the pill normally. It will only dissipate and waste the pill if you take it. And I don't know what will happen. "

Hearing this, ye Ziheng sighed, his eyes full of helplessness.

Seeing ye Ziheng's depressed appearance, Yang Cheng smiled softly and patted his arm with plaster.

"Be content with you. If you are not lucky, the bomb under the car has gone wrong and has not been triggered. You don't even have the chance to lie here. Just lie in the coffin."

Hearing this, ye Ziheng looked at Yang Cheng again, with a trace of doubt on his face.

"What's the matter with that bomb? Doesn't it mean that it will explode when it is hit? Why didn't it explode? "

Asked ye Ziheng, as if puzzled by his success in surviving.

Yang Cheng listened to this, was also amused, but still very seriously back.

"I don't know. The bomb is very exquisite, and the car has broken the tree. It's a miracle that you should be lying in the crematorium and in bed by now."

As soon as ye Ziheng listened, he was speechless, and he was too lazy to say anything.

On a tall building not far away from the hospital, a figure dressed in black stopped there for a while to stare at it. Soon after that, it disappeared.