Chapter Eighty-Seven: Sun Lao's Will

  Qin Xiaotian drove around the traffic police station and stopped about 200-300 meters away from Sun's residence. He rubbed his nose while sitting in the car, wondering if he should throw the body a bit closer. After some thought, he shook his head, thinking it was better not to take the risk. If he accidentally got caught by the Suns, it would be a disaster. He got out of the car, looked around to make sure no one was watching, opened the trunk, pulled out the ghost, and threw it on the ground before getting back in the car and speeding away without a trace.

  "Since the ghost left, Sun Dajian had been restless and kept pacing back and forth in the hall."

  "Sun Lao saw Sun Daqian's appearance, frowned and said dissatisfied: What are you doing here? At such a big age, you still can't calm down. Go see how Shuhua is doing, since Xiao Hao had an accident these two days she hasn't eaten anything, this morning heard that Xiao Hao was killed and has been crying until now, don't know what's going on."

  "Alas, I sighed and said, this is also my fault. If I hadn't been spoiling Xiao Hao all along, he wouldn't have ended up like this today. This is also his own doing, can't blame others. This time, who knows who he offended? Provoked such a powerful enemy."

  "Sun Daqian sat powerlessly on the sofa: Dad, I'm a bit worried, can the ghost kill the ghost king?"

  Just after finishing speaking, a security guard rushed in panting and said to Sun Daqian: Mr. Sun, something's wrong! Our people found the body of Old Sun's bodyguard more than 200 meters away from our house.

  Sun Daqian suddenly stood up and shouted: What did you say? My father's bodyguard is dead?

  "Old Sun heard that the ghost had died and spat out a mouthful of blood, fainting away."

  The hall was in a state of panic, and Sun Dacheng shouted at the servant: Quickly call an ambulance.

  The emergency room of the city center hospital was packed with people. Whether acquaintances or not, everyone came to get close to the Sun family.

  The lights in the operating room went out, and soon the doctor came out. Sun Dacheng hurried over to ask: "Doctor, how is it? Is my father okay?"

  "The doctor shook his head: I'm sorry, Mr. Sun. Mr. Sun is too old and had a heart attack due to overexertion. We've done all we can. You'd better go in and see him for the last time. He doesn't have much time left. It seems like he still wants to talk to you."

  Sun Daqian grabbed the doctor's collar and shouted: What did you say? Say it again, do you believe I'll burn down this hospital with one fire?

  Yang Shuhua grasped Sun Dachian's wrist weakly and said: What are you arguing with him for? Let's hurry in and see Father, see if he has any other instructions for us.

  In the intensive care unit, looking at the once mighty figure now lying there on the verge of death, everyone present felt the ruthlessness of time and the impermanence of all things, and their hearts were filled with a sigh.

  Son Dacheng and his wife walked gently to the front of Old Son, stuck their ears close to Old Son's mouth, and heard Old Son say weakly: I've been a soldier for decades, and many people at home and abroad wanted to kill me but didn't succeed. It was because of the existence of the ghost that he followed me for so many years, and his strength is very clear to me. Now even he has been killed by Gui Shou, what can we use to avenge Xiao Hao? Dacheng, remember my words, don't think about avenging Xiao Hao anymore. We can't beat him. If you insist on doing it your own way, the Son family will be ruined in your hands.