Zhuning City officials and police officers rushed to Han Minzhi's mansion.

But it was empty.

The iron gate hit the ground, pressing the black crystal marble floor below.

Everyone looked at each other and a young policeman walked in.

Han Tianci, who was shot in the head, and Han Minzhi, who was beaten to death.

The father and son fell miserably in the center of the living room in the villa.

Many Korean police officers were angry.

Who is it that he actually committed such a serious and evil thing!

The senior official of Zhuning City and the deputy mayor squinted his eyes and said:

"All police forces... stand by."

After saying that, he ignored the protests of countless police officers, walked out of the villa and made a phone call.

This matter must be reported to South Korean President Zhu Shizhen.

Zhu Shizhen's roar came from the phone:

"What? Already dead?"

"How many died? Only Han Minzhi and his son?"

"Okay, very good... The warriors in China are really lawless. Don't act rashly. I will immediately question the Chinese side about this matter."

The phone hung up.

Zhu Shizhen walked around the bedroom angrily.

Seventy registered warriors... If they are at sea or in the wilderness, they can also use missiles, guns and other war weapons.

But now, these seventy registered warriors are in Korean cities!

Once a conflict breaks out, the biggest loss will be South Korea itself.

Besides, if there are only one or two, you can still kill them with a tough slap.

But these are seventy registered warriors!

Once you die in South Korea, you can imagine that South Korea will struggle internationally!

Zhu Shizhen barely suppressed his anger, and thoughts passed by in his heart, and kept vetoing them.

The only option - swallow this shame.

Zhu Shizhen gritted her teeth, looked cold, picked up the special phone and called the Chinese diplomatic department.

Even if you can't do anything to these Chinese warriors, you can't make them have a good time!

China represents just law and will definitely impose sanctions on these warriors.

Thinking of these warriors, they were lawless in South Korea, killing Korean lawmakers and directors of the four-star group.

In the end, I actually needed to contact relevant departments in China to punish him.

Zhu Shizhen seemed to have been hit hard by a heavy hammer countless times.

Too shameful!

How can the Kingdom of Dahan, endure such humiliation!

Where is the dignity, glory and law of the Kingdom of Dahan?

****

In the ward.

Sixty-nine registered warriors selected two representatives, followed Fang Cheng and walked into the ward.

Early morning.

Daimon and his wife Quanzhen were sitting on the edge of the bed in a daze.

Smell the smell of disinfectant.

Feeling hunger and sadness.

Quanzhen couldn't help but feel sad, with tears in her eyes.

It's been a night since my husband Damon's cell phone, there was no phone number or text message at all.

Registered warriors...don't they say they are very united?

Why did it come to such a moment and no one appeared?

If you do a favor, ask for an explanation, and ask for justice, she doesn't ask for any price to pay, and she just hopes to get an apology.

Quanzhen was taking a long breath, but she understood a little.

After all, Korean Minzhi has a high status, he is a senior official in South Korea and a director of the Four-Star Group.

That's it?

That's all...

Quanzhen was lamenting and looking at her son who was unconscious on the hospital bed.

This is not anyone, she is just herself.

If I didn't take my children out for a walk the night before yesterday...

The virtuous, tolerant and optimistic Quan Zhenzheng was also silent.

Looking at her sad husband Damon, Quanzhen's tears fell from the corners of her eyes like pearls, and she hugged her husband Damon.

"Dongdong."

The door knocked.

A young man and two middle-aged men walked in.

Quanzhen was a little panicked.

The family of three is already like this, why won’t Han Minzhi let them go?

Just as she was about to speak, she saw her husband Damon trembling with excitement, walking towards the young man in charge and hugging him hard.

This... are my husband Damon's friends?

Quanzhen ignited the fire of hope in his heart.

The black man Damon looked at Fang Cheng and asked, "Man... you are here."

"Well, I saw my sister-in-law's post on the 'Registered War Martial Arts' app, and I came."

Daimon was stunned and turned around and looked at his wife Quan Zhenzheng, not knowing what to say.

Fang Cheng glanced at Daimon's son.

The seven or eight-year-old boy had his eyes closed, his lips were ashen and his face turned pale, and he was in a pitiful coma.

Damon shook his head, sat next to his son's bed, looking at Fang Cheng:

"What do you think should be done? South Korea's Minor Protection Law does not allow convicted minors to be sentenced to three days in prison for up to three days."

Quanzhen's ears moved.

Chinese! She will do it.

"Are you a friend of Dimon? You are also a registered warrior?"

Fang Cheng looked at Quan Zhenzheng gently and nodded: "Sister-in-law, I am Fang Cheng."

"Mr. Fang, we don't ask for any financial compensation, we just want to get an apology and a justice...you..."

Quanzhen was just about to speak but stopped, but she didn't know how to say the words of begging.

This is a bit difficult.

The power and status of the Korean people's rule are too noble.

The black man Damon coughed and looked at Fang Cheng: "Man... Just let's justify Han Minzhi. Don't beat him up impulsively. This is South Korea."

“…”

Seeing Fang Cheng not speaking, Daimon was stunned.

Damon gritted his teeth. Could it be that his good brother Fang Cheng is unwilling to help?

It just offended a Korean warrior at the beginning of the profession.

As soon as the thought changed, Damon smiled bitterly again.

Perhaps, Fang Cheng also has his own difficulties.

Well, Fang Cheng can travel thousands of miles to come and visit and care about himself, which is enough.

You should not be too greedy when you are a human being.
To be continued...