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Chapter 119 Paralyzed
There are always some people in the world who are either making a fortune silently or showing off their power. Others don't like it, but they can't kill them.

In Zhu Xingyuan's eyes, the young masters of the Gu family are such people. He hates them, but he can't beat them to the ground like cockroaches.

After listening to Zhang Xiaofa's description, his teeth became as sour as his heart: he hated that they were living more richly than his family, and he believed that Director Gu had accumulated money through corruption and bribery.

In the unknowing comparison, his self-esteem was gradually stinging: he was beaten by Gu Qiming who was hiding an iron rod in the ballroom, and he was injured and humiliated and kept silent, afraid of being poked by the paparazzi who were stalking.

He was even more unwilling to see Zhu Juanjuan and Gu Qijiang continue to be in contact: the revenge of being beaten has not been avenged, so is it necessary to watch his sister be cheated away immediately after?

The shrewd Zhu Xingyuan thought of an idea.

Although he is a rookie-level politician, he also has considerable calculation skills, and intends to take the opportunity to negotiate terms with Qi Jiang, in order to get valuable information and real money.

He said to the sentinel: "Keep watching, don't let this kid escape, I'll go to the west side of the yard."

Zhang Xiaofa was so angry that he threw the paper and pen in his pocket to the ground: "Didn't you say that you can let me go as long as you explain yourself well?"

Zhu Xingyuan's face remained unchanged, because lying was like an occupational disease to him.

He can't remember how many promises he has made to his subordinates and superiors that will never be fulfilled, and none of these will affect his future.

Zhang Xiaofa was shocked and angry when he saw that the third young master of the Zhu family had turned his back on his word and kept his word.

He refreshed the other party's three views: This person's morality is completely different from that of Ms. Zhu, how is it like a brother and sister who grew up under the same roof?
When the sentries brought the rope, they made a gesture of going forward to tie it up.He stood where he was and didn't run away.They had to push him to the ground and wrap the rope around him.

It wasn't until he was tied up like a zongzi that he realized that what the other party said, "I'm looking forward to it", should actually be interpreted as "tied up so that I can't move": this black-bellied Zhu Xingyuan, the key person will pack it first.

Zhang Xiaofa is not afraid of the rope, he is very worried about Qijiang's safety at the moment: I haven't seen my brother for a long time, maybe he is also tied up and locked up in a small dark room somewhere?
Zhu Xingyuan flicked his sleeves lightly, and walked towards the direction of the big elm tree without looking sideways.

Seeing this, Zhang Xiaofa yelled behind him: "Master Zhu, what you have done is too much, you are even worse than a villain! If you have the ability, don't play secretly, can't you talk face to face?!"

Probably because there is still a bit of face and nobility that a scholar should have in his heart, he is very disgusted to be called "not even a villain" by a fool.

Although deep down he doesn't think he has reached the realm of a saint, but subconsciously he has such a sense of superiority and always thinks he is a gentleman.

Zhu Xingyuan didn't look back, but stopped in his tracks, raising his voice eight degrees: "Don't you want to find Gu Qijiang? I'll let someone hang you on a tree. It's too lonely for him to dig out the bird's nest by himself. Just to be a companion."

Zhang Xiaofa learned that Qijiang was on the tree, and guessed it was his trick, but now he felt more at ease: with the skill and wisdom of the second brother, he might have already thought of a countermeasure.

He was tied up and couldn't move his hands.Looking at the circles of thick ropes on the chest, it feels like a caterpillar with only feet to move around.

The sentinel dragged him on, and he began to pay attention to the big trees in the yard.A few minutes later, he arrived near the big pagoda tree that Qi Jiang had been tricked into.

Looking at the messy leaves and fallen twigs on the ground, he thought: This should be here.

Zhang Xiaofa looked up at this tall and luxuriant old elm tree.The clusters of leaves were trembling slightly, and many birds returned to their nests in the afternoon, which dazzled him.

His neck was also sore, and he had to lower his head to rest before continuing to look for his brother's shadow in the tree.

Before he had time to change the angle, he heard Zhu Xingyuan, who was walking in front, let out a horrifying cry: "Damn it, a big living person has disappeared! Could it be that he went to heaven and entered the earth?!"

Zhang Xiaofa smiled quietly in his heart: brother is indeed wise and courageous, and escaped from Young Master Zhu's trap with his own strength.After all, he is a person who has learned excellent kung fu.

However, within a few minutes of being happy, he was brought back to reality.

The thick rope on his body hurts his arm, as if to remind him: Qijiang can run by himself, can you do it?
He didn't bring that sharp dagger with him, and now he thinks about it and regrets it: the night Mr. Lin gave him this gift, he solemnly told him to carry it with him.

When it's there, it often doesn't feel like a big deal.Except for killing two robbers with it at Tianjin Station, it has been idle.If he had a dagger in his hand, he could cut the rope neatly.

Zhang Xiaofa saw that the bark was very rough, so he decided to try the possibility of grinding the rope on the spot: Maybe it can help?

He rushed quickly to the old elm, turned his back on it, and clung to the bark tightly.

Zhu Xingyuan reacted immediately, and pressed his shoulder: "Are you trying to break the rope?"

Zhang Xiaofa was really in a hurry, he no longer had the heart to think about those etiquettes, and only wanted to escape.His hands were tied tightly, and his shoulders were pressed down. The only things that could move were his head and legs.

Thanks to his insistence on practicing Taekwondo whenever he has time, there was a turning point at the critical moment.

He took a deep breath, concentrated all his strength on his calf, and suddenly kicked forward, pushing the unprepared Zhu Xingyuan nearly two meters away.

"Master!"

"Are you all right?"

The sentries hurried over to help him, Zhu Xingyuan gritted his teeth and refused to let the sentries help him, but he couldn't shout out.

Covering my left knee with my hands, I hummed in pain.Not long ago, it was knocked by Qi Ming's iron rod, and I don't know how many dog ​​skin plasters were pasted on it to promote blood circulation and remove blood stasis, and it is still bruised.

Just now Zhang Xiaofa deliberately touched his knee, thinking: No matter how painful it is, it won't be too embarrassing.It was far better than attacking his vital parts.

This kick made Zhu Xingyuan unable to stand up immediately.

He only felt weakness in his knees, hematoma rapidly, and he could feel the bulging bag through his trousers.

What was even more frightening was that when he fell, the end of his spine hit a corner of the hard flower bed impartially. After the severe pain passed, he felt numb from the waist down.

Zhang Xiaofa saw that he was half sitting and half lying down, without moving his legs or waist, and realized that something had happened: Could it be that he injured his lumbar spine and meniscus?
"Master Zhu, can your knee still move?"

Zhu Xingyuan clenched his fists, beat the sand on the ground vigorously, and shouted with grief and indignation: "I can't stand up... I must be paralyzed. If I don't kill you today, I won't be human!"

(End of this chapter)