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Chapter 438 Jun Wuyang

Chapter 438: Chapter 438 Jun Wuyang

"Do you still dare to talk like that, have you no conscience?!" Mrs. Jun was emotionally charged, nearly going mad as she struggled to break free from the bodyguard’s hold and rush forward.

That was her only son, her only support.

Always her precious treasure, and now he had been shot multiple times, lying on the operating table with his life hanging by a thread. How was she supposed to cope with this afterward?

Jun Moyan’s words had also infuriated Jun Qing.

"Jun Moyan, have you lost your mind? Do you realize what you’ve done? Do you know the condition your elder brother is in right now? He is still in the OR fighting for his life."

In Jun Qing’s heart, Jun Moyan’s status was not any lower than that of Jun Wuyang, for he truly had feelings for Jun Moyan’s mother.

Even feeling guilty towards Jun Moyan, he often showed favoritism towards him.

But he never imagined that Jun Moyan would dare to shoot Jun Wuyang, to kill his own elder brother.

Even if Jun Wuyang had many faults, Jun Moyan should not have committed such an act.

As soon as he was taken to the hospital, the doctors issued a critical condition notice—I’m afraid he might not even make it off the operating table.

He had always despised those who committed fratricide, the destruction between flesh and blood. He had always thought that although Jun Moyan had a difficult personality, he was sensible for the sake of his grandfather and second brother. Yet, tonight he had committed the act of killing his own brother.

The palm and the back of the hand are both made of flesh; to see his own two sons fighting each other to death was truly heartbreaking and hopeless to him.

"Which hospital?" Jun Moyan’s voice, filled with murderous intent, rang out.

Before Jun Qing and the others could respond, Qing Yi answered directly: "I think it’s First People’s Hospital."

Upon hearing this, Jun Moyan pulled out his phone and, in front of Jun Qing and his wife, including the police officers, dialed Shangguan Yu’s number.

Shangguan Yu, who was originally in a playful mood ready to tease Jun Moyan, was about to speak, but then heard Jun Moyan’s chilling voice come through.

"Get the troops to First People’s Hospital immediately. Arrest Jun Wuyang for me. I want to personally have him cut into pieces, his body shattered into ten thousand parts."

Jun Moyan bit down on each word with great force, the sudden outburst of murderous aura emanating from him sent a chill down everyone’s spine.

"What happened?" Shangguan Yu’s expression turned serious in an instant.

Jun Moyan didn’t reply and hung up the phone.

Seeing that Jun Moyan wouldn’t explain the situation, Shangguan Yu was very worried. He planned to call back to ask, but Jun Moyan didn’t answer. He didn’t reply to his texts either.

Shangguan Yu could only send a text to Qing Yi.

After learning of the situation from Qing Yi, Shangguan Yu was immediately livid.

"Damn it, Jun Wuyang, this beast, a bastard raised by a dog."

Shangguan Yu cursed loudly, grabbed his military cap from the table and his sidearm from the drawer, and stormed out of the office.

Minutes later, a convoy of green military trucks loaded with fully armed soldiers left the military zone, heading for the hospital.

"You dare!" Jun Qing, upon hearing Jun Moyan’s bold and ruthless approach, took a step forward, raising his hand to slap Jun Moyan, but was immediately stopped by Qing Yi.

"Are you all deaf? Didn’t you hear what this murderer just said? Grab him and execute him by firing squad immediately!" Mrs. Jun yelled wildly at the police officers she had brought with her.

The leading officer looked troubled.

The Jun Family was one of the most powerful and prestigious families in the Capital City; there was no one within it they dared to mess with.

Let alone Jun Moyan.

Everyone in the Capital City knew that although Jun Moyan was not favored in the Jun Family, his own influence now surpassed that of the entire Jun Family.

It was just that he kept a low profile.

Even the president would have to be courteous when meeting him; how could they dare to offend him so easily?