The blood splattered, with a few drops even landing on Ning Xixi’s face.
There were a few seconds of blankness in her brain, her starry eyes bewildered. Ning Xixi saw Qiao Nancheng snatch the gun from the man, his gaze sharp, aiming directly at the man’s temple!
The change ca too quickly; everyone at the scene was caught off guard!
Dong Yingluo’s eyes shifted, wanting to push Ji Yebai away, but Ji Yebai kicked her away. Dong Yingluo fell to the ground, her face full of surprise, "You... how co..."
Didn’t she give Ji Yebai anesthetic shots every day? Where did he get the strength?
Ji Yebai flexed his limbs. His physical condition was far superior to that of ordinary people; he had undergone drug training as a child, and his resistance to dication was much stronger than most.
The anesthetic had an effect on him, but he still accumulated so strength. In the basent, the iron chains made it impossible to escape, yet Dong Yingluo naively thought the drug was effective, using a wheelchair to push him out, which gave him the opportunity he was looking for.
"Erxi, call the police." Ji Yebai said with a serious expression.
Ning Xixi snapped awake from her daze, quickly took out her phone, dialed 110, and reported the address here.
Unexpectedly, Song Zhiyang arrived before the police.
The Song family bodyguards and Song Zhizhou’s soldiers surrounded the warehouse tightly, impenetrable!
Song Zhiyang and Song Zhizhou walked in side by side. Seeing Ning Xixi safe and sound, both breathed a sigh of relief.
"What a ss! How could you co here alone!" The usually gentle Song Zhiyang lost his temper, ruthlessly, while Song Zhizhou stood in front of him, furrowing his brows, "You must not yell at my sister."
"She’s my sister too. I’m doing this for her good!"
"If you’re so fierce, what if you scare her?"
"Oh, am I as fierce as you? You can scare our sister into tears without even speaking!"
The brothers began to bicker, allowing Ning Xixi to luckily escape a scolding, otherwise who knows what Song Zhiyang would have said to her.
Dong Yingluo and the masked man were all taken under control. Qiao Nancheng collapsed weakly to the ground, and Ning Xixi hurriedly rushed over.
"Qiaoqiao, hold on, the doctor is coming soon." Ning Xixi’s voice took on a sobbing tone, "You need to stop the bleeding... bear with it!"
She took off her jacket, and with Ji Yebai’s help, tore the fabric into strips, skillfully bandaging the place where Qiao Nancheng had been shot.
He was injured in his left chest, blood continuously flowing out, and soon the bandage was soaked with blood.
Ning Xixi covered her mouth with her hand, biting on the back of her hand fiercely.
Can’t cry... Don’t cry...
Trying hard to stabilize her emotions, she cupped Qiao Nancheng’s face, speaking to him without stopping: "Qiaoqiao, you’re going to be okay, really, trust ... alright? You mustn’t sleep, just listen to talk, you can’t not listen... if you dare not listen, I’ll never speak to you again..."
Qiao Nancheng’s lips had no color, moving slightly. He wanted to say, Xixi, don’t be sad... Xixi, I’ll do as you say...
But seeing the tall, handso figure beside her, he knew saying that was inappropriate.
So, the words changed at his lips to: "There’s sothing, I want to tell you in advance."
He feared if he didn’t say it now, he’d never have the chance.
"What?" Ning Xixi asked confusedly.
"Congratulations on your wedding, Ning Xixi."
He smiled, and that smile hid countless sorrows; his heavy eyelids closed, consciousness fading, plunging into darkness...
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