When Baozhou and Wenjing young men heard Wen Yiqian's words, their faces changed slightly.

"Tell me, how did you get that million?" Wen Yiqian turned his head and looked at Baozhou.

"Disclaimer..." Bao Zhou subconsciously wanted to use the excuses he had before to perfunctory, but when he saw Wen Yiqian's indifferent eyes, he could not continue.

The other party's eyes seemed to say: "It's okay to deceive yourself by such a mentally retarded lie, but it's really ridiculous to use it to deceive others."

"It seems he can't say it." Wen Yiqian turned his head and looked at Wen Jing's young man with a smile, "Then you come and talk for him."

Wenjing's young man looked heavy. After a moment of silence, he sneered and shook his head and said, "This million is the black money he collected."

"Black money?" Wen Yiqian remembered that Baozhou was a doctor, and his face showed an interesting expression.

Bao Zhou was slightly stunned, his eyes were flustered, and he said in a daze: "What are you talking about?"

"It's time for you, you still don't repent." Wen Jing's young man clenched his fists with his face resentful, "Sure enough, I'm still too cheap for you, so you should let you watch your family... die one by one!"

His eyes were filled with anger, "Only in this way can people like you get the retribution they deserve."

"Who are you?" Bao Zhou's face turned red and white.

"A year ago, my father was in a car accident and was on the verge of death and needed surgery." Wenjing young man stared at Baozhou and gritted his teeth and recalled, "As the surgeon of that operation, you received one million people before the operation, and deliberately made a mistake, which caused my father to die."

He said word by word, "Am I right? Doctor Baozhou and Doctor Bao!"

Hearing this, Baozhou's face turned pale, his head lowered, his eyes full of guilt, and he did not dare to look at the other person's eyes again.

"He killed my father, so I killed his son and let him experience the pain of losing a relative himself. Is there anything wrong with this?" Wen Jing's young man looked at Wen Yiqian and spread his hands with a wry smile.

Before Wen Yiqian could speak, Bao Zhou couldn't help but raise his head and defended himself: "I don't."

"Haha... I'm still stubborn..." Wenjing young man shook his head, "My father's car accident was deliberately created by his arch-nemesis.

But that guy didn't expect that my father did not die on the spot and might have been rescued through surgery.

So he asked someone to spend one million to bribe the surgeon, in order to kill my father.

It took me half a year to find out these things.”

He paused, "Then, I kidnapped the guy and asked all this out of his mouth."

He looked at Baozhou and sneered sarcastically, "Now you told me you didn't? It means that that guy deliberately fabricated the facts to frame you?"

He said sarcastically, "So, you must have earned that million yuan with great effort. I wronged you, Doctor Bao!"

This made Baozhou speechless. He stumbled for a few times and couldn't speak.

"I'm just a tooth for a tooth, an eye for an eye." Wen Jing's young man looked at Wen Yiqian, "Do you think it's too much?"

"If you really said this..." Wen Yiqian nodded, with an agreement, "It's not an exaggeration at all."

His reaction was not only in Baozhou, but also in Wenjing's young man was slightly stunned.

Shouldn’t such police officers stand on the side of the law?

Why agree with the criminal's theory?

"You..." Wenjing's young man hesitated and couldn't figure out what the other party was trying to do.

"I'm not a policeman, so there's no need to catch you." Wen Yiqian put his hands behind his head, and said leisurely, "I just like telling stories, I like to listen to stories."

He paused, "Now the story is almost done, and the next thing has nothing to do with me."

"How can you do this?" Bao Zhou could no longer control himself and blurted out.

"Then what do you want to do with me? Are you fighting hard with him?" Wen Yiqian smiled, "Don't you be responsible for doing this kind of thing? I don't like fighting."

"Are you serious?" Wenjing young man touched the pistol hidden under his clothes.

"Of course." Wen Yiqian shrugged.

"Then I'll start." Wenjing's young man smiled slightly, took out his pistol, got up and came to Baozhou, and aimed at the other party.

"I originally wanted to torture you to death a little bit, but I didn't expect that my identity would be exposed. I guess there would be no chance in the future." He looked at the person in front of him who killed his father with cold eyes, "There is no choice but to give you a happy time!"

The passengers in the carriage realized the gun after seeing the gun and fled to the other carriages in panic.

"I really didn't kill your father, you have to believe me." Bao Zhou raised his hands, his face full of panic, trying to defend himself.

However, his explanation was too pale and powerless, and it was more like the powerless struggle before his death.

"Go to hell and explain to my father!" Wen Jing's youth opened the insurance, with murderous intent in his eyes.

"Actually, I think..." Wen Yiqian, who was sitting beside him, suddenly said, "This guy is so timid. Do you really dare to deliberately kill the injured on the operating table?"

"Man dies for money, birds die for food." Wenjing's young man stared at the enemy in front of him without turning his head. "There is a million to strengthen his courage. No matter how little he is, he can still keep his heart."

"That's right." Wen Yiqian nodded, "But if he made a mistake on the operating table, he shouldn't be a doctor, right?"

"Maybe he bribed other doctors to protect him?" Wenjing young man sneered, "After all, he can get a full million!"

"That's strange." Wen Yiqian scratched his chin, "It seems that his million has never moved at all."

He paused, "It's been a year since that incident, and he still dares not use this money. He's so scared!"

"I'm not cowardly, I'm just guilty." Bao Zhou's eyes were red, "As a doctor, I shouldn't have collected this money at all.

At that time, I was blinded by money and later I regretted it when I entered the operating room."

He choked, "Looking at the dying injured person on the hospital bed, I can't do anything to intentionally kill the injured person."

He smiled bitterly, "But I am not very noble either.

At that time, I thought to do my best to operate. If I save it, I will give up the million.

If you can't save it, you can naturally accept the million."

He looked at the other party with an extremely serious expression, "I can swear to God that I have never made any mistakes in the operation. It's really just that the injured person was injured too seriously and he died."

He looked guilty, "Later, although I had that money.

But because of fear, guilt, and worry, I haven't used a penny for a whole year!"

Speaking of this, Bao Zhou was already in tears.
Chapter completed!