Carrying a Jurassic on me
Chapter 1419 - 688: You Must Talk About the Evidence_3

Chapter 1419: Chapter 688: You Must Talk About the Evidence_3

As soon as Boss Zeng left, a group of people who had been waiting outside surged into the room. Zeng Zhaokun frowned, "Alright, leave a few people here; the rest can go back. This isn’t a serious matter. Who’s going to take care of the business at home if everyone stays here?"

After a quick discussion among themselves, a few reliable individuals were chosen to stay while the others prepared to leave. Zeng Zhaokun hurriedly instructed, "There’s no need to tell your sister-in-law about this. Tighten your lips when you get back."

Zeng Zhaokun then started arranging the ones who stayed, "Old Dao, go back and quietly investigate. Look into that hick’s background again, but don’t make a move yet. Wait until I’m back. Xiao Liang, you four split into two groups—one rests for now and comes to take over tonight. It’s a hospital here, nothing will happen."

After making arrangements, he didn’t forget to win over his people, speaking fiercely to his driver cum bodyguard, who lay on the adjacent bed, promising revenge. Only then, at the nurse’s urging, did he close his eyes to rest—of course, this wasn’t the nurse eager for retirement.

However, life is full of unexpected occurrences.

Boss Zeng was only focused on how he would take his revenge on Yan Fei, never considering whether Yan Fei had any intention of letting him off the hook.

That night, when Boss Zeng was half-asleep, he was startled awake by someone slapping his face, "Surprised? I’m back, Boss Zeng. You think you’re some big shot? Went to snitch at the station, did you? How disappointing does it feel to see me beat you up and still have no suspicion fall on me?"

In his fright, Boss Zeng instinctively opened his mouth to yell, but as soon as he did, he felt something being stuffed in, muffling his cries into muffled groans.

"Wanted to scream, did you?" The masked vigilante slapped his face with a gloved hand. "You owe me money and don’t pay up, then you run off to tattle after getting a beating. I’m embarrassed for you at how pathetic you are. Go on, snitch again tomorrow, say I came to beat you up again, hahaha! It’s just too bad you have no evidence, right?"

The masked man held him down with one hand while the other patted him down and deliberately aimed for the bandaged areas, "You see, we just needed a little honesty. Paying debts is only fair. I’ve already said, you’re a grown man, a shady character—not all black nor white. And you talk about evidence for everything? What a joke! Now, here I am discussing evidence with you. Amusing, isn’t it?"

It wasn’t amusing at all. Helpless and motionless, he could only groan incoherently, unable to even stir the person in the next bed, let alone those outside.

"Oh, and one more thing, forget about the debt, alright? Money lent should accrue interest, yes? The money you owe me has been sitting for a long time; it should have doubled many times over by now, right? Tell me when you’ll pay up; otherwise, me running back and forth like this is quite bothersome, isn’t it?"

This time the masked man didn’t beat him much, only doled out a ’lecture.’ Before leaving, he casually removed the object from Boss Zeng’s mouth and, grabbing him, tossed him off the bed.

After the throw, the masked individual didn’t even look back, just jumped straight out of the window. And who knew the thrown man, wrapped in bandages and hindered, would hit the ground with a muffled grunt and then fall silent.

It was about an hour or two later when a nurse came in for a checkup that she found the patient not on the bed, but on the floor.

The nurse, who was the matronly figure from the daytime shift, saw he was still breathing, hollered out casually for the two door guards to help lift him back onto the bed.

As she checked on him, she couldn’t help but comment, "Such a grown man, with injuries, and you still manage to fall out of bed while sleeping. Falling to the floor is one thing, but to keep on snoozing down there, you really are a piece of work... "

Not only did the nurse think so, but the two young men who came in to help and the person who’d been jolted awake in the next bed felt the same. No one believed someone had come in during the night. With guards right outside the door and the ward on the third floor, the windows were small, just a flat surface below, not even a suitable ledge for a thief to perch on.

Amid the nurse’s prattling, one of the young men who had helped lift the patient suddenly roared, "Shut your trap and check what’s wrong with our big brother, will you? His expression seems off to me."

The old matron looked back and noticed for the first time that the silent patient had kept a strange, smile-like expression the entire time, saliva drooling from his mouth down to his neck...

Seconds later, cries erupted from the ward, audible even in the corridor, "Call the on-duty doctor!"