Chapter 1675 Who Is More Noble

Xiaobai raised his head after hearing this and looked timidly at the tall soldier in front of him. He had to admit that the uniform on Jun Mobei always gave people an inexplicable sense of security.

Xiaobai twitched his lips at him, feeling inexplicably at ease in his heart.

Jun Mobei felt that the other party had relaxed, so he moved forward, grabbed the bottom of the wheelchair with both hands, lifted Xiaobai and the car up, and held it firmly in his hands, "Then I'll send him off first. She has gone to the hospital. You can take care of Liang Feifan. I will have someone come in and collect the body in half an hour."

Jun Mobei's tone didn't sound strange at all, as if killing Liang Feifan was like squeezing an ant to death, and it didn't deserve any emotion from him.

After saying that, he took Xiaobai and the wheelchair and strode away.

During the whole process, Liang Feifan was petrified. He did not expect that these people would be so bold, completely disregarding the law, and would deal with him privately like this. It was simply abominable.

He looked at the cold eyes of Situ Jue and Lu Xingchen looking at him, and finally felt despair. He knew that he could not survive, but he was unwilling to die like this.

Lu Xingchen obviously saw Liang Feifan's thoughts, so she chuckled, then grabbed Liang Feifan's hair with her hands, forcing Liang Feifan to look at her soberly.

Lu Xingchen said clearly, "What? Do you think it's unfair that you die here? Do you think you can survive when you get to the court?"

Although Liang Feifan didn't speak, his eyes and expression clearly said that's what he thought.

Lu Xingchen continued, "Liang Feifan, do you think that the killing of those people was not enough? They were all lowly and despicable lives, and they were not worthy of a person like you receiving the death penalty for them. Is it right?"

A flash of astonishment flashed across Liang Feifan's eyes. Apparently Lu Xingchen was right, that's what he thought. He felt that his life, which was superior to others, was much more precious than those dead bitches.

Seeing Liang Feifan being so shameless, Lu Xingchen's head buzzed with anger. Without saying a word, he slapped him and said in a cold voice, "Liang Feifan, do you think too highly of yourself? Who do you think you are? A person, just a little movie star, thinks his life is so precious? It’s so ridiculous. I’ve seen thick-skinned people, but I’ve never seen anyone so thick-skinned. Liang Feifan, your life is no better than those of those people. It’s precious, but it’s not as good as a beggar on the roadside.”

Liang Feifan was already very weak due to excessive blood loss, but when he heard Lu Xingchen commenting on himself, he became a little excited and tremblingly argued, "You're talking nonsense! How is that possible? You know what I can do to this country every year How much is it worth? Why do you say I’m not as valuable as a beggar?”

Lu Xingchen sneered, "Liang Feifan, does your so-called value mean money? Then let me ask you, this young Situ Jue next to you, do you think his value is many times higher than yours?"

Liang Feifan was stunned for a moment. Apparently according to his own theory, this was indeed the case.

Lu Xingchen thought it was too ridiculous. She was too lazy to argue with Liang Feifan about these things at this time. She directly said to Situ Jue next to her, "Brother, do you think Liang Feifan deserves to die?"

Situ Jue naturally said without any hesitation, "Damn it. Everyone who tries to hurt you deserves to die."