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"You …" He grinded his teeth as he stared at Jian Ning, but he did not care about Shang Jin anymore, and directly said: "I truly regret giving you birth back then."

Jian Ning was also considered to be half a person from the Wen Family, as long as he was related to someone from the Wen Family, he would feel annoyed looking at them.

Back then, when Jian Xingfeng married Wen Lengyun, he took the Wen Family's money and worked outside. In the end, he even teamed up with an outsider to defeat the Wen Family.

How could he, who did not even dare to utter a single word, be scared of Jian Xingfeng?

"Jian Xingfeng, if it wasn't for my mother, you would never have made it to the top, and now that you have become like this, you deserve it. You treat your own wife like this, but you won't be any better in the future." Jian Ning raised her head and scolded him with a red face.

This kind of matter that he did not want others to know about was suddenly revealed by Jian Ning. Jian Xingfeng was immediately enraged, he raised his hand and wanted to attack.

Before he could even touch Jian Ning's face, his wrist was gripped by a powerful hand and Shang Jin's face appeared right in front of him.

"You want to bully my people in front of me?" As he spoke, he squeezed his hand.

Jian Xingfeng felt that his bones were about to break, and his face instantly became deathly pale, but he didn't dare to say it out loud.

Jian Ning only indifferently swept a glance at him, and did not have the intention to tell Shang Jin to let go. After all, she was angry from that slap just now.

"Jian Xingfeng, don't forget that we are fine, what qualifications do you have to hit me?" She raised her head and asked in an imposing manner.

Now that she saw this person, she really wanted to kill him.

"Shang Jin, let him go. I don't want to be in my mother's ward and have anything to do with this beast." She grabbed Shang Jin's arm and said.

Although he said that, Jian Xingfeng still could not get angry, and was extremely aggrieved. In the end, he glared at Jian Ning, not wanting to give up.

"Take him away." Shang Jin said impatiently.

Originally, he wanted to hug Jian Ning and comfort him, but the moment he stretched out his hand, he was immediately rejected. He could only vent this kind of anger onto Jian Xingfeng to vent.

"Mr. Shang, you can't treat me like this. We made a deal before we came here." Seeing that he was about to be taken away, Jian Xingfeng anxiously roared.

It was obvious that he really needed money right now. Otherwise, he wouldn't be so humble as to beg for someone else's help.

After he left, Jian Ning finally let out a sigh of relief, but his expression had turned cold again.

"Sorry for disturbing you at work, you can go back now." She held Wen Lengyun's hand and said to him.

Jian Ning did not want to argue with him here, and he also hoped that he would stop the argument here for his own sake.

However, Shang Jin was not as angry as he thought, but smiled at Jian Ning.

"Then I'll go back first. There's also Jian Ning, don't make me wait too long. You know, I don't have much patience."

After he finished speaking, he left in a carefree manner, returning the clean and quiet ward to her.

Jian Ning's heart trembled for a bit when he heard the last words. Fortunately, his back was facing Shang Jin, so he didn't notice anything.

After exiting the room, Shang Jin turned to the person beside him and said: "Bring that person over there."

Since this kind of small matter could not be handled well, then there was no use for Jian Xingfeng to keep him. With Shang Jin here, these useless people should be punished.

After reaching the secret base, the bag on Jian Xingfeng's head was removed, and when his line of sight got used to it, he could only feel a burst of cold air coming at him from the wall.

"What do you mean? Let me tell you, this is illegal detention, do you know if it's illegal?"

However, these words made them not take it to heart. They just solemnly stood there, as if they were waiting for someone.

As for the walls, they were filled with all sorts of torture instruments. This was exactly the kind of torture chamber that existed in TV dramas.

This time, Jian Xingfeng was really afraid. He did not even need to think to know whose territory this was.

When Shang Jin came in, he saw Yue Yang sitting on the ground, trembling uncontrollably.

"Mr. Jane, we meet again so soon." He leisurely sat on the stool in front of Ye Zichen, while feeling a strong sense of pressure.

"Shang Jin, you can't treat me like this. This is illegal detention." He was still making his last stand.

Just these threats alone, Shang Jin did not take them seriously at all. He placed his legs on the table, his face full of ridicule.

"Will you take it seriously?" In any case, he, who was listening, would not take it seriously.

"If you live your current life well, how could I possibly go back and make trouble for you? Why are you doing all those things that make me unhappy, eh?" He was still smiling, but Jian Xingfeng saw the killing intent in his eyes.

"This is my problem, it has nothing to do with you." He straightened his chest and said confidently.

However, in Shang Jin's eyes, these little tricks were just some unimportant stuff. He would not give Jian Xingfeng any chance to make a comeback.

He stood up and walked in front of Jian Xingfeng, then slowly squatted down and looked him straight in the eye: "Jian Xingfeng, you shouldn't have dared to touch my bottom line."

"AHH!" Just as he finished speaking, he heard Jian Xingfeng's miserable cry.

Jian Xingfeng lowered his head to look at his stomach and couldn't help but take in a breath of cold air as the bloodstain on his waist slowly spread.

Shang Jin was holding onto a black gun, obviously the wound on his waist was a masterpiece.

"Look, you don't even have the ability to resist. How are you going to fight me?" He curled his lips in disdain because he wanted Jian Xingfeng to understand his position.

He covered his wound and stood up tenaciously, staring at his face: "You little brat, but using the power left by my father, how can I be willing!"

However, he didn't stay arrogant for long. With a stuffy groan, he was shot once again in the arm.