Chapter 704: Your fate is in my hands

With a "clang", the dagger in Zhao Qiankun's hand slipped weakly and fell to the ground with a crisp sound, echoing in the silent ward, like a death knell.

"Uh... Biaozi!" Zhao Qiankun collapsed on the ground, holding Jin Biao, his trusted subordinate who was stabbed to death by him, and watched Jin Biao die with his eyes open.

Zhao Qiankun was shocked and sad to see his trusted subordinate who had followed him for many years died tragically at his hands. He felt panic-stricken and at a loss as to what to do.

"Biaozi!"

"How could I have stabbed you to death by accident?"

Zhao Qiankun held Jin Biao's bloody body in his arms, tears streaming down his face uncontrollably and dripping onto Jin Biao's bloodstained face.

His throat seemed to be choked by something and he could only make intermittent whimpers.

Suddenly, a sinister sneer sounded in the ward. The sound seemed to come from all directions and went straight into Zhao Qiankun's ears.

"Uh..." Zhao Qiankun looked around the ward in horror, his eyes full of despair and helplessness.

At this time, the invisible clone Lin Lang changed his form again, using the maximum level [Transformation and Disguise] to transform himself into the rotten gambler who was brutally murdered.

The rotten gambler with a bloody bullet hole on his forehead slowly approached Zhao Qiankun step by step, frightening Zhao Qiankun to death on the spot. He used his hands and feet to retreat desperately, and his back hit the wall heavily.

"You...don't come over here!" Zhao Qiankun picked up the dagger from the ground with trembling hands and instinctively protected himself.

The lights in the ward suddenly began to flicker wildly, sometimes bright and sometimes dim, scaring Zhao Qiankun so much that he trembled with fear. It was even scarier than seeing Sadako and Tomie in a horror movie.

"Zhao Qiankun, you caused my death so tragically! Give me back my life!" The voice of the gambler echoed in the ward with a chill.

Zhao Qiankun was so frightened when she heard the sound that she covered her ears with both hands, shook her head desperately, and shouted in panic: "Ghost! There is a ghost..."

Zhao Qiankun was in the ward, shouting like a madman. His voice was shrill and desperate, and finally attracted the attention of medical staff.

The nurses who were busy at the nurses' station vaguely heard Zhao Qiankun's terrified cry, and they stopped their work and looked at each other.

The head nurse frowned and said, "This sound seems to come from ward 403. Isn't that the ward of Zhao Qiankun, the chairman of Taicheng Group? Go and see what's going on."

A young nurse volunteered, "I'll go over and take a look." Then she quickly walked towards Ward 403.

The young nurse quickly came to the door of the ward and looked inside through the window. She was instantly shocked by the scene in front of her and her eyes widened.

Zhao Qiankun had a ferocious look on his face, holding a dagger tightly in his hand. He was sitting on the ground leaning against the wall, waving and stabbing at the air, shouting, "Come on, I'm not afraid of you!"

"I'm going to die anyway, so if you have the guts, show up again, don't f*cking scare me with your ghost tricks!"

Zhao Qiankun's hands and body were splattered with blood, which was particularly eye-catching against his white and blue striped hospital gown.

On the floor of the ward, Jin Biao's body was lying straight at the door, blood spreading from under his body and gathering on the ground into a shocking pool of blood.

"Ah! Murder, murder!" The young nurse screamed in horror, her voice sharp and trembling, breaking the original tranquility of the hospital.

Her legs went weak and she almost collapsed to the ground as she instinctively stepped back. She turned around and ran back to the nurses' station, crying.

The young nurse's screams echoed wildly in the hospital corridor, as if they were amplified countless times.

When the medical staff heard the shouts, they put down their work and rushed to the ward.

Some doctors were still holding medical records in their hands and almost dropped their pens in their haste; the nurses looked panicked and walked quickly, relying on their courage to walk towards Zhao Qiankun's ward.

The families of the patients in the next ward were also attracted by the screams. Curious and afraid, they walked out of their respective wards and gathered together to watch the excitement from a distance.

Everyone was talking in low voices, no one knew what was going on, and they looked cautiously towards Zhao Qiankun's ward.

When I pushed open the door of Ward 403, a smell of blood hit me in the face.

Immediately afterwards, the medical staff saw a scene that would leave them with a lifelong unforgettable memory and a traumatic experience.

Zhao Qiankun was seen holding a dagger, his eyes were crazy and weird, as if he was possessed by some evil thing.

His face was full of twisted fear and despair, and he was still muttering something, but no one could hear what he was saying. The entire ward was filled with the smell of death and fear, which made the people standing at the door feel cold and shudder.

Jin Biao's body lying on the ground in a pool of blood was an even more horrific sight, and the medical staff were shocked to see it.

Because Zhao Qiankun had a dagger in his hand, the medical staff did not dare to approach rashly. The doctor on duty hurriedly said in a panic: "Someone's dead, hurry up, call the police!"

Just as the medical staff were frantically calling the police, Zhao Qiankun stared straight ahead with empty eyes filled with endless fear, and suddenly did something even crazier.

Zhao Qiankun's hands seemed to be controlled by a pair of invisible big hands. He slowly tightened the blood-stained dagger in his hand and slowly put the tip of the knife against his heart.

He looked so strange and terrifying, as if he was being held tightly in the grip of some supernatural force.

This sudden scene instantly shocked everyone in the hospital corridor to the point of their scalps going numb.

The doctor on duty, sweating profusely, advised loudly: "Patient, don't be impulsive! Calm down, you must calm down!" The voice echoed in the corridor, full of anxiety and helplessness.

The crowd watching around also gasped. Everyone's heart was tightened at this moment, and they were all sweating over Zhao Qiankun's crazy behavior.

The timid nurse was so frightened that she stepped back far away, not daring to look at Zhao Qiankun who was about to commit suicide.

The brave medical staff and the patients' family members nearby stared at Zhao Qiankun in shock. They were so shocked by the bloody and weird scene in the ward that they stood there in shock.

At this moment, Zhao Qiankun's eyes were still staring blankly at the nothingness in front of him, as if there was something horrible there that ordinary people could not see.

The bodyguard who was in charge of keeping watch outside the ward door just had diarrhea and went to the toilet in the hospital. When he came back, he was shocked by the scene outside the door of Ward 403.

The corridor was filled with terrified medical staff and patients' family members who were watching. The air was filled with a strong smell of blood and an extremely tense and oppressive atmosphere.

"Fuck, what happened?"

The bodyguard swallowed hard, took a breath, and his legs trembled slightly uncontrollably.

He ran forward quickly and looked through the gaps in the crowd. He saw a horrifying scene: Brother Biao's body lay in a pool of blood in the ward.

Chairman Zhao Qiankun was holding a blood-stained dagger in both hands, with the tip of the knife against his heart. He looked crazy and weird.

"Dong, Chairman, what are you doing?" Every word seemed to be squeezed out from between the bodyguard's teeth, with undisguised panic.

"Put the dagger down!"

"Chairman, please don't do anything stupid! We can discuss anything and solve it!" The bodyguard said as he slowly approached Zhao Qiankun, his hands subconsciously stretched forward, trying to prevent the impending tragedy.

At this moment, the bodyguard was full of regret, hating himself for leaving his post to go to the toilet at this critical moment. If he had stayed there, perhaps all this terrible thing would not have happened.

Zhao Qiankun seemed not to have heard the bodyguard's words at all. His pupils suddenly shrank. Although there was nothing in front of him, a strong breath of death that was almost suffocating came towards him.

From Zhao Qiankun's slightly trembling body and rapid breathing, it can be seen that he does not seem to want to die, and his heart is full of desire and nostalgia for life.

However, the hands pressed against his heart were not under his control.

Under the horrified gaze of everyone, just as the bodyguard was about to approach Zhao Qiankun, a muffled "puff" sound was heard, and the sharp dagger in Zhao Qiankun's hand stabbed straight into his chest.

At this moment, his eyes revealed his attachment to life and extreme fear of death. The complex expression, coupled with the distortion of his facial features caused by the pain, made Zhao Qiankun look extremely terrifying.

But it was too late. The dagger in Zhao Qiankun's hand had been driven into his heart by the mysterious force, and then his body fell limply to the ground.

"Oh..."

The crowd in the hospital corridor was suddenly in an uproar, with exclamations and screams coming one after another.

Some people covered their mouths in horror, some stepped back in fear, and some just stood there in a daze. Everyone was completely terrified by this bloody and horrifying scene.