"You can't come in!" The guards outside suddenly appeared and blocked the laughing old man.
The laughter in the old man's eyes, his hair half white, instantly solidified into a sharp blade. His gaze, like a sword, pierced straight through the guard in front of him.
The guard did not yield an inch, even though the old man's gaze made him a little apprehensive.
That was the killing aura of someone in a superior position.
The old man spoke coldly, "Is it that I, this old man, can no longer lift my saber?"
The people behind him lined up, standing aggressively in front of the guard.
The guard, remembering Old Master Qin's instructions, was not lowering his guard against the Jiang family.
"I just want to see what the old man looks like when he's unconscious. What are you so nervous about?" Old Jiang remembered the purpose of his visit and started laughing again, appearing harmless. However, the suppressed aura behind this harmlessness made it difficult to believe his words.
The guard did not yield an inch, and the two sides stared at each other, gun barrel against gun barrel. A conflict seemed imminent.
After a moment of stalemate, Old Jiang suddenly laughed, "If that old man isn't in charge, can you really stop me?"
His finger moved slightly, his voice light and airy yet carrying extreme pressure, "Take him down."
The people behind him surged forward. Old Jiang added, "Don't kill anyone. It wouldn't be good if Old Man Qin gets angry and wakes up!"
Those inside the room heard the commotion outside growing louder and were about to come out to check when the ward door was pushed open from the outside.
Old Jiang walked in with a smile, acting very familiar. "Old Man Qin, I've come to see if you're dead!"
Qin Hangzhou stepped forward to block him, but was frozen in place by a glare from Old Jiang. "Kid, your delicate hands and feet..."
Qin Ningyi moved in front of him. "Old Jiang, you've crossed the line."
Upon seeing him, Old Jiang unhesitatingly threw a punch.
Qin Ningyi's body moved with agility and he instantly dodged.
"Not bad."
Old Jiang calmly withdrew his hand and looked at the hospital bed.
"He's really lying down!" He chuckled. "It's rare for him not to jump up when he hears my voice."
He leaned forward. "I have to get a good look."
"Old Jiang!" Qin Ningyi stepped forward to block him.
He was unsure of Old Jiang's intentions. If he harmed his grandfather, with Huo Rou's trust in him, there would be no turning back for them.
Seeing Qin Ningyi's wary expression, Old Jiang stood still indifferently and took out his phone from his bag.
*Click.*
Qin Ningyi watched with a darkened expression as Old Jiang took a photo of the unconscious Old Master Qin right in front of him.
"Tsk tsk." Old Jiang didn't act like an outsider and found a place to sit down. "Your photography skills are really good!"
"You...!" Qin Hangzhou's eyebrows shot up in anger.
Old Jiang was unconcerned. Of the people present, perhaps only Qin Ningyi had some skill. He, being old, might not be able to defeat this agile young man.
But he had many people!
Old Jiang rubbed his chin, admiring the photo of Old Master Qin asleep. He secretly thought: You dare to bully my Little A Rou, I'll hang this photo on the wall and post it online to humiliate you!
Alas, if it weren't for Little A Rou liking that kid Qin Ningyi, would he have to stoop to being a cameraman?
Old Jiang put his hands in his pockets, looking at Old Master Qin's hospital bed and the equipment.
This old man had chased and investigated him for so many years, yet he had done a lot of good things. All in all, he was a decent fellow.
Without him, the country's military strength would be weakened by a significant margin. A patriot like him could only put aside past grievances and reluctantly save him.