Chapter 568 the return of the King of Hell

In such a tragic car accident, Yan Jun was actually able to survive.

The poisoning actually did not succeed.

Although the matter was done, but in the end, didn't Yan Jun still not die?

So, he could not be considered to have killed someone.

Right?

Yan Qing was thinking proudly that it would be best if Yan Jun was abducted by his enemies and tortured to death on some mountain top... ...

However, in the next second, his beautiful fantasy was shattered.

At the end of the hospital's deep corridor, a familiar, cold, and cold voice came from the shock.

"You really couldn't kill me. "

Everyone turned around when they heard the voice

Yan Jun, who was wearing a snow-white shirt, appeared at the end of the corridor.

His body was covered with a cold, arrogant, and malicious aura. He walked over step by step, looking very much like the king of Hell who had stepped over thousands of corpses. In an instant, a murderous aura flew out!

Yan Sheng was so happy that he almost cried. He hurriedly took two steps forward and asked, "son, are you okay? "

Yan Youcheng also looked at Yan Jun without turning his eyes away. His eyes were actually watery.

Only Yan Qing.

He was almost gnashing his teeth as he stared at this person who should have died a long time ago. His heartbeat was thudding, heavy and powerful!

The car accident probably could not be hidden anymore.

Yan Jun's footsteps stopped in front of Yan Qing.

His deep black eyes flashed with a heavy killing intent.

"Then, it's my turn now. "

A heart-chilling chill, like an icicle hanging upside down under a tree branch in the middle of winter, pierced straight into his heart!

Yan Qing was intimidated by the powerful killing intent emitted from his body and could not help but step back... ...

"You... what do you want to do? " Yan Qing swallowed his throat and quickly averted his gaze ...

He was actually... ... So frightened by Yan Jun's gaze that he became so uneasy ! !

"HMPH. You should ask yourself what you have done. " Yan Jun smiled coldly and snapped his fingers casually. Very quickly, a group of armed police with guns rushed in from behind him and instantly captured Yan Qing.

Yan Qing was greatly shocked and struggled hard. "What do you mean? On what basis do you have to arrest me? "

The police officer who came later had already shown his identity and evidence. "Yan Qing, we suspect that you have attempted to kill someone on purpose. Please come with us. You have the right to remain silent, but anything you say will be used as evidence in court. "

"What? Impossible! You are mistaken! " Yan Qing was still struggling. He did not expect Yan Jun to wake up so quickly, and there was nothing wrong at all!

Moreover, there were no surveillance cameras on the road where the accident happened. It was impossible for the police to get any evidence!

The people he had bribed were all sealed with a large sum of money. It was impossible for them to betray him!

However, no matter how hard Yan Qing struggled, the police still dragged him away.

Yan Youcheng had not reached the stage of dementia. When he saw the scene in front of him and how Yan Jun got into the car accident, he basically had a clue in his heart.

He had always wanted to nurture his youngest son, but he did not expect that he would still reach this stage in the end.

Just like his mother, he had such vicious blood flowing through his body!

Yan Youcheng held back the breath that surged up in his heart and looked back at Yan Jun. "Jun' er, are you alright? Where did you go? "

His tone was filled with apology and concern.

Unfortunately, Yan Jun did not appreciate his kindness and only responded coldly, "I'm fine. "

Then, he turned around and walked towards the baby's room.

The remaining Yan Youcheng, whose face was stiff, stood rooted to the ground... ...

He had once played with his two most valued children and grandchildren, thinking that they were still very young and tender, and wanted to give them more training.

But now, he suddenly realized that these two children were no longer young and tender.