Hei instantly perked up and asked hastily, "Oh, where did he go?"
"Over there, I heard him say he was going out to buy so food or sothing," Old Wang Ba pointed at the exit on the other side of the corridor.
"Damn, he really ran off!" Hei imdiately pointed in that direction and said, "Let's go, chase him!"
Saying this, Hei hurriedly ran forward, with the others following suit in the chase, except Flathead didn't run. Instead, he grabbed Hei's collar and said, "Chase your mom, get Zhou Guiting out first, don't forget who our target is this ti!"
Only then did Hei co to his senses, slapping his thigh, he said, "Damn, that bastard completely muddled
up just now. Co on, let's take Zhou Guiting back first!"
As he spoke, Hei reached out to push the door of the ward. Seeing this, Old Wang Ba had no choice but to step forward to stop them, chuckling, "Young man, what's this about? They're performing surgery in there!"
Hei, unaware that Old Wang Ba was on Ye Qing's side, mistook him for a concerned bystander and waved his hand, saying, "Of course, I know they are performing surgery, it's none of your business, don't ddle unnecessarily."
"Young man, I see that the girl inside is seriously injured. If you disturb the surgery like this, soone could die," Old Wang Ba said. "Can't you discuss whatever matters you have after her wounds are healed?"
"Hey, you old Undying, are you being given face by Hei, huh?" Hei glared at him and said, "Move aside quickly, this has nothing to do with you, don't force
to get violent. With your old arms and legs, can you take it?"
As he spoke, Hei pushed Old Wang Ba aside and kicked open the door to the ward.
Inside the ward, a few doctors were treating Zhou Guiting's injuries. Many of her wounds had reopened, and they were in the middle of suturing and bandaging. The sudden kick threw the people inside into a state of shock as they stared over in astonishnt.
"What are you doing? Don't you know the doctors are performing surgery here!" a nurse said angrily as she approached, "This is a hospital, can't you have so decency? You…"
Before she could finish her sentence, Hei kicked her in the chest. With a cry of pain, the nurse fell to the ground.
The doctors, seeing this, imdiately backed off. They were usually quite assertive with the patients, but when faced with soone even more vicious than themselves, they could only keep quiet.
"That's her!" Hei pointed at Zhou Guiting on the hospital bed and said, "Catch her first!"
A few people were about to rush into the ward when Old Wang Ba saw the situation and knew he couldn't just stand by and watch anymore.
"Damn it, why hasn't anyone co to help yet?" Old Wang Ba gritted his teeth, and as Hei's n were about to enter the ward, he rushed over to block the door.
"Wait a minute!" Old Wang Ba shouted, "Young man, I…"
"Don't fucking block the way, are you looking to die!" Hei yelled furiously, "Move aside imdiately, no more nonsense, or I'll beat you too!"
"No, young man, listen to !" Old Wang Ba said, "I see darkness in your forehead, you might encounter a violent disaster soon. Young man, don't act rashly, otherwise, you'll end up suffering big ti!"
"Fuck, the thing I hate most in this life is you Jianghu frauds!" Hei said, not listening to Old Wang Ba, and kicked out at him.
Old Wang Ba dodged nimbly, the old fellow's movents were quite agile, probably developed over years of being chased. But no matter how agile his movents were, they were useless. Hei had several n by his side. Seeing Old Wang Ba dodge, Hei beca enraged and waved his hand, "Damn it, deal with this old guy first!"
The n behind him imdiately rushed in, and after a few dodges, Old Wang Ba ultimately couldn't escape and was pinned to the ground by several people.
"Old fellow, I'd like to see where you can run now!" Hei approached Old Wang Ba and stomped towards his chest.
"Ah!" Old Wang Ba hadn't been hit yet, when he suddenly yelled, causing everyone around to startle. Taking advantage of this mont, he hurriedly shifted to the side, narrowly avoiding Hei's kick.
"You motherfucker, still trying to dodge!" Hei was even more furious. He bent down to grab Old Wang Ba by the neck, rearing his fist to strike.
Just then, two n, one fat and one thin, walked towards the door of the ward. They looked to be in their thirties; the fat one weighed about two hundred and sixty or seventy pounds, while it was hard to say if the thin one weighed even one hundred pounds. This odd pair caught the eye of many, including Hei who was about to hit Old Wang Ba.
All looked on with surprise at the arrival of the two n, who paid no attention to the stares. They glanced into the ward and finally fixed their gazes on Old Wang Ba.
The fat one smiled and said, "Eighth Master, we are here!"
"Damn it, why is it you two?" Old Wang Ba was pinned to the ground, barely able to lift his head, looking like an old turtle as he glared and said, "Where are the others?"
The skinny one was obviously angry, but the fat one still had a smile on his face as he said, "Eighth Master, I'm really sorry, but in Xishan City, it's just the two of us left. Look, how about making do for now?"
Old Wang Ba looked around at the few people beside him and said, "What do you say?"
"Alright." The fat one said with a smile as he walked into the ward and addressed Hei and his companions, "Gentlen, I have an awkward request. Could you please release Eighth Master first?"
Hei and his companions were still shocked by the contrast between the fat and skinny man. Hearing these words, Hei imdiately glared and said, "Hey, this undying bastard actually managed to call for backup? So skills, eh? What, you want to get involved too?"
The fat one smiled and said, "I don't want to get involved, I just would like you to release Eighth Master first!"
"You don't want to get involved?" Hei sneered and mocked, "You speak as if we're scared of you, oh dear, please don't get involved. If you do, what are we supposed to do? If you accidentally kill us or sothing, wouldn't our lives be over!"
This taunt from Hei imdiately drew laughter from the people around, but the fat one seed not to understand the mockery in his tone and continued, "Guys, I'm really troubling you, but just give
so face and let go of Eighth Master, alright?"
"Trouble your grandpa!" Hei said, and suddenly kicked towards Old Wang Ba, saying, "Does your daddy need to give you face?"
Just as his foot was about to hit Old Wang Ba, a flash of cold light appeared in the fat one's eyes. He suddenly charged forward, ramming into Hei.
At the weight of 260 or 270 pounds, the fat one's impact was terrifying. Hei, who was sowhat slight of build, was directly sent flying by the fat one, his kick hitting nothing but air and missing Old Wang Ba entirely.
The people around were montarily stunned. Hei hit the ground with a cry of pain, struggled a few tis before getting up and, pointing at the fat one, roared, "You motherfucker dare to hit ? Damn it, what are you all standing around for? Get him! Kill this son of a bitch!"
The surrounding people finally reacted. The four individuals inside the room imdiately let go of Old Wang Ba and rushed towards the fat one, intending to pin him down as well.
"Ah, so we have to fight after all!" The fat one sighed, leisurely wiped the sweat from his forehead, and when the first person reached him, he threw a punch at the man's face.
The man was quick to react and raised his hands to block. However, his two fists put together were still not as big as the fat one's single fist, which highlighted the difference in their strength. His block hardly slowed the fat one down, and the punch still landed on his face, leaving the man bleeding from the nose and mouth, screaming in pain.
The fat one's movents were not fast, but his strength was imnse; his bulky physique was not for show.
Seeing the fat one's powerful move, the three n behind slowed their pace. But the fat one didn't give them a chance and walked right up to them. He grabbed one by the collar and punched him in the stomach, making him double over in pain on the ground.
Flathead and the others outside, realizing that things were going poorly, frantically gestured and shouted, "Help!"
The group behind Flathead imdiately rushed forward, and the skinny man, seeing this, stood at the doorway, effectively blocking the entrance.
"Go to hell!" The lead man kicked towards the skinny one, underestimating him completely. The fat one was obviously strong due to his size, but the skinny guy weighed less than one hundred pounds – how strong could he be?
However, before his foot could reach the skinny one, the skinny man's right hand had already swiped past his ankle. A flash of cold steel, and the man scread in agony, rolling on the ground while clutching his ankle, bleeding profusely, as tendons had been severed.
Upon looking at the skinny man again, a curved blade less than half a foot long had appeared in his hand at so unknown ti. Extrely sharp, still dripping with blood, it was this very knife that had severed the tendon of the first man.
The others were instantly frightened by the sight. The skinny one may not have been as strong as the fat one, but he was far more ruthless in his attacks.
anwhile, inside the room, the fat one caught up with the remaining two. Grabbing one by the neck, he knocked their heads together, causing both to slump unconscious to the floor.
Seeing this, Flathead was enraged and bellowed, "Get your weapons!"
More than a dozen people outside imdiately drew tal pipes and machetes and charged. The skinny man gripped the curved knife tightly while the fat one easily uprooted the IV stand from the room and stood ready at the doorway.
The first two to rush forward were knocked down by the fat one wielding the IV stand. The skinny one crouched down and, with both hands, made a sweeping motion, sending the two back, crying in pain with serious injuries.
Seeing this, the rest beca fearful. But Flathead, furious, kept shouting from behind, urging his n to charge into the room. The result was predictable. With the fat and skinny n standing like unshakeable guardians at the door, the attackers outside failed to breach the room after several attempts and instead sustained over a dozen injuries, leaving only seven or eight people still surrounding Flathead.
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