Chapter 1101: Shoot His Fucking Balls

Accompanied by a "beep" sound, the surgery light in the operating room went out, and the people standing outside the operating room stood up one after another, coming to the outside of the operating room spontaneously.

The moment the operating room door was opened, Baoluo, who was the last one sitting, also stood up.

He was surrounded by quite a few core members of the family. Looking at the people outside in the corridor and their appearance of not being easy to provoke, the doctor stood at the entrance of the operating room.

Baoluo glanced at his son, who immediately scolded people to disperse, leaving only Baoluo and the people beside him remaining here.

"Everyone is very concerned about Fran's condition, so... I hope you can understand."

Besides nodding, the doctor seemed unable to say anything else. "Yes, I can understand; everyone hopes their relatives can defeat the god of death."

"Then...", Baoluo pursed his lips, "is he okay?"

The doctor was a bit unsure how to open his mouth; he was worried that his speaking the truth would offend Baoluo.

He didn't know who the person to have surgery was at first; by the time he started the surgery and had already completed the thoracotomy, the assistant arranged by the hospital told him that the guy whose chest he had opened was the underground emperor of this city.

It could even be said that he was a gang leader with a very high status in the federal underground world, Fran Peileisi.

The chief surgeon didn't like dealing with these gangs; his colleagues in the past had experienced such things—performing surgery on big shots in gangs, but it failed, and those vicious gang members broke his hands.

This was absolutely fatal for a surgeon; it was even more terrible than killing them directly! They had spent more than ten years, ten or twenty years of effort and learning on these hands; once they were abolished, it meant his life had no hope.

Later, that friend of his drank heavily, divorced, and finally chose to jump down, ending his own life.

Since then, the chief surgeon had a rule for himself: not to perform surgery on gang members.

But he didn't expect that the hospital would deceive him, and until he completed the preconditions for the surgery, they told him who this old man was.

Of course, this could also be seen as a kind of respect, limited respect.

He cursed all these people in the hospital in his heart, but finally completed the surgery seriously, but at this moment, the inquiry of these gang members made him not know how to say it.

His gaze lingered on Baoluo's face, observing his expression; perhaps his worry was discovered by Baoluo, and Baoluo slightly brought a smile that wasn't very obvious to soothe him. "We are different from those small characters; no matter the result of the surgery, it has nothing to do with you."

"That is a matter between God and him!"

Perhaps this sentence played a role, or perhaps it was the feeling Baoluo gave him that he was indeed a big shot, so the doctor said softly, "The surgery was considered successful; the bullet tore his right lung lobe when it rolled in his body."

"I have tried my best to try to retain more organ tissue, but...", he shook his head, "we finally decided during the surgery to directly remove the entire right lung."

The bullet shot in from near the left collarbone and shot out from behind the right side; the heavy injury part of the lung lobe was very seriously injured.

If these places were excised, then the lower half of the right lung would naturally also be stripped away.

If Fran were a young person, ten or twenty or thirty years old, they might consider anastomosing and suturing the intact lung lobe and the remaining lung lobe on the upper right side, perhaps it could help him keep more functions.

But the difficulty of this kind of surgery was itself very high in this era, and Fran's age was very old; his recovery ability might not be enough to support him until complete recovery.

Finally, they chose to directly and completely remove the right lung; this way, at least for Fran, he didn't need to consume the energy in his body to repair the lung lobe that was full of scars and couldn't be repaired.

He only needed to use the energy on the repair of other wounds.

Listening to the doctor say these words that made people feel slightly uncomfortable, Baoluo frowned slightly, but he still listened very patiently.

"He will find it very hard to wake up in a short time; considering his age is very old, we actually hope more that he can maintain such a coma state."

"Pain and emotions won't additionally consume his physical strength to deal with these things, and he can focus more on the body's recovery."

"As for when he can wake up, it will probably be tomorrow."

Hearing this answer, Baoluo was actually a bit disappointed in his heart; at this moment, he hoped more than anything that the doctor could tell him Fran couldn't wake up in a short time.

This way he could directly grasp the family's huge power; he liked the feeling of power being held in his hands.

"Thank you so much; then when can he fully recover?", he asked another key question.

The doctor suddenly fell silent; this kind of silence clearly predicted that the answer to this question might not be satisfactory, but for Baoluo, it was instead a good thing.

"Please tell me the truth, doctor."

The doctor shook his head slightly. "He almost can't recover to a normal state; we discovered when removing his lung lobe that he had a history of long-term smoking, and the entire lung lobe was almost covered by tar; his dependence on breathing will be heavier than ordinary people."

"Now that half of the lung is missing, and the consumption has increased, even if his recovery situation is very good, he will need to sit in a wheelchair and be equipped with oxygen to obtain a relatively high-quality life."

"Things like exercise have nothing to do with him anymore, and even walking for twenty or thirty minutes, or working for a long time, are not allowed."

Baoluo revealed some regretful expressions; only he himself knew how cool he was in his heart right now, perhaps this was also a good choice.

He was still alive, but he had become a waste.

He understood Fran very well; as one of the people closest to Fran, he knew very clearly how crazy this old man was about power, and how selfish he was on this issue.

Even if it were Fran's own children, if they exposed the fact that they were greedy and coveting the power in Fran's hands, Fran would take action against them.

It might be some punishment, or it might be directly sending them to a remote place, letting them have nothing to do with the power in his hands for the rest of their lives.

Such an old man, the more inconvenient his body is, the less he is willing to loosen the hand clutching power, which instead facilitated Baoluo's actions.

He said this and touched his pocket, took out a checkbook from his clothes pocket, signed the number of five thousand dollars, and handed it over. "Thank you for everything you could do for him; we are all very grateful for your help."

The doctor originally wanted to refuse, but looking at the number above, he suddenly discovered that declining didn't seem to be what a gentleman should do.

Just when he was hesitating, not knowing what to do, Baoluo stuffed the check into his upper pocket, then patted it. "If there is anything, call our phone directly, and someone will come to handle it."

Saying this, he shook hands with the doctor. "See you later."

Now, he needed to go and handle the things that were constantly breaking out outside.

The moment he turned around, his expression suddenly became serious, and his eyes revealed a kind of murderous ruthlessness.

How many years had passed? This was the first time since the Peileisi family became one of the Federation's five great families that someone dared to attack them in Old City, in their base of operations! He walked toward the outside while asking, "How many people can be counted as attacked now, and Peiji?"

"Why haven't I seen him all this time?"

His son had been following behind him at an accelerated speed. After hesitating for a few seconds when he asked about Peiji, he said, "I heard Peiji was attacked on the way back to the manor and has returned to God's embrace."

Being swept by two submachine guns at close range, even if he were God, he couldn't survive! "Those people who attacked us, how many were caught?"

His son didn't answer this time, just kept silent, which was a very bad piece of news. "Don't tell me we didn't catch a single person?"

This time his son said in a low voice, "They are very united, and it was clearly a premeditated attack; they ran away immediately after succeeding, and we couldn't catch up at all."

Baoluo, who had already walked out of the hospital, was laughed at by anger. "It sounds like a story made up by a three-year-old child; since when were the people of the Peileisi family so useless?"

The motorcade slowly drove from the side and finally stopped in front of him. He opened the car door, turned around, and looked at his son and the assistants beside him. "Go and figure it out; I want to know in detail how many people we died, and why there is no news of the enemy."

"So many people couldn't have entered Old City without any movement; someone must have provided convenience for them here and helped them hide."

"Go find, find this person, and then make him understand the painful price of betraying the glory of Old City!"

He said these words and sat into the car, and the motorcade quickly disappeared at the entrance of the hospital.

Baoluo was really angry, angrier than Fran being able to wake up after being attacked. They didn't catch any of the Lanse family's people, which meant these people's understanding of this city, their understanding of them, exceeded their imagination! So many people appeared under their noses, but they didn't discover these people, which explains what? It explains that someone united with the Lanse family's people to target them!

Fuck!

After returning to the manor, Baoluo immediately announced Fran's current injury and told everyone that while Fran was returning to power, he would temporarily preside over the family's work.

Although some people had slight objections to this decision of his, they finally acquiesced.

It was like the Speaker of the House also felt it was unreasonable for the Vice President to get ahead of him when the President encountered an accident; they also felt it was unreasonable for Baoluo to get ahead.

However, at this moment, it seemed there was indeed no other better way. Although Fran's several children weren't young, they had never fully intervened in the family's core power level.

They might not be able to preside over the family's daily work well, let alone that they were now facing the aggressive Lanse family, which required a leader with courage and ability.

Baoluo might not be the best, but he was the most suitable.

Half an hour later, the Peileisi family, which had been beaten into a daze, finally reacted. They began to send a large number of people to patrol the streets. As long as they discovered people who looked a bit wrong, or people who didn't look like good people, they would be caught and interrogated.

Some people who didn't cooperate even suffered beatings or were taken away by them.

The police station's alarm phone was also blown up. The big-bearded chief personally called Baoluo, his tone not polite at all. "What are you doing?"

"Do you know how many people are calling the police to complain about you guys messing around?"

"Baoluo, this is not your city; this is the federal government's city. If you guys continue like this, I don't guarantee that I will let my subordinates start arresting those of you who are messing around."

Baoluo himself also had a stomach full of anger; a small character he had never put in his eyes before now dared to put forward "conditions" to him, and he immediately gave the big-bearded chief embarrassment.

"What kind of thing are you, and you dare to mention conditions to me?"

Before the big-bearded chief could say anything, he hung up the phone directly.

In his view, the big-bearded chief, the Old City police chief, was ultimately still a small character that the mayor could dispose of at will.

They, the Peileisi family, and the mayor didn't just have an ordinary friendship, but also very close interest dealings.

It could be said that besides the mayor's parents giving him life, which was a heaven-sent kindness.

Everything he possessed now had a relationship with the Peileisi family; it was impossible for him to stand on the side of others to oppose them.

As long as he made a phone call, the big-bearded chief would be suspended, so he didn't put such a small character in his eyes at all.

Anyone hopes to be valued and respected; the big-bearded chief was also like this. His expression became very ugly after putting down the phone; this behavior of stepping on his face and spitting on it when he was present made the anger in his heart burn! From his personal perspective, he also hoped more that Lanse could win in this gang war.

He heard that Lanse was very generous to his own people and friends; compared to arrogant bastards like the Peileisi family, he hoped more to have a friend like Mr. Lanse White.

He put down the phone and got angry for a while, then picked up the phone again. "Send more officers out; as long as the Peileisi family messes around, arrest them!"

"What?"

"Resist?"

"They are fucking attacking the police, and you still ask me what to do?"

"Can't you fight back?"

"Pull out the handgun hanging on your waist and pull the trigger at them, shoot his fucking, balls!" ===== CHAPTER 1102 =====