Dust was rising one after another, forming a layer of haze that shrouded Nangong Han. The blood-smelling air was condensed with a tense and exciting atmosphere, with the sounds of fighting and wailing coming one after another.
One by one, the strong men were knocked down by Nangong Han, but they were also beaten several times. Their movements were obviously not as agile as before, and their reactions were not as fast.
Xiang Yimo's eyelashes were stained with salty tears. She watched the strong iron rods falling on him, but she could do nothing. Those rods seemed to hit her body, and sharp pain spread.
By the time he reached his limbs, tears were flying down his face, and his fair cheeks had already been moistened with tears, glowing with a desolate and mournful light.
Beatrice sneered, "A trapped beast, let's see how long he can hold on!" He suddenly tore off the black tape on Xiang Yimo's mouth, "Nangong Han won't live long, what else do you want to say to him!
"
In fact, he did this just to distract Nangong Han and prevent him from avoiding the fierce attack.
"Stop fighting, just leave!" Xiang Yimo shouted at him in a hoarse voice, "I don't need you to save me at all, get out of here!" She felt her head getting more and more dizzy and cold.
The water was seeping into her skin bit by bit, biting into her flesh and blood, and her feeble body swayed slightly.
Xiang Yimo knew that if the battle continued, Nangong Han would sooner or later lose his strength and would be unable to escape the vicious hands.
Nangong Han ignored Xiang Yimo, swept his legs, kicked, and punched with his arms. His moves were clean and neat, and his movements were fast and accurate. His hands were stained with bright red blood, and with the movements of his fists, blood beads splashed on his forehead.
It was covered with beads of sweat, moistening the black and thick hair. Every time she turned around, the tips of her hair shook out a little drop of sweat.
Seeing his breathing getting heavier and heavier, Ji Zhan took out his pistol and said, "It's almost time to send him to hell!" The cold muzzle of the gun was pointed at Nangong Han.
Xiang Yimo panicked and yelled, "Be careful!" She ignored the sharp saber on her neck and whirled towards Ji Zhan beside her——
"Bang -" Ji Zhanxuan's shot missed and hit the glass.
However, the moment Xiang Yimo leaned forward, Nangong Han turned around, took out a pistol from his pocket, pointed it directly at Beatrice's heart and fired the last bullet in the pistol.
Beatrice was stunned, his hand trembled, and the saber fell to the ground without cutting Xiang Yimo's neck.
Ji Zhanxuan was pushed to the ground by Xiang Yimo and fired several shots at Nangong Han, but he easily dodged it.
"Master!"
At this moment, Butler He and others rushed in.
A flash of panic flashed across Ji Zhanxuan's eyes. Seeing that the situation had changed drastically, he had no choice but to take the next step. He jumped out of the window that had just broken the glass and fell into the sea.
Butler He immediately chased after him and fired several shots at the blue sea.
When Beatrice's men saw that he was seriously injured, they all threw down the iron bars in their hands and surrendered.
Xiang Yimo staggered up from the ground. Nangong Han was staring at her with furrowed eyebrows, but she turned a blind eye to him. She walked directly to Chu Zhanjin and fell to the ground, "Chu Zhanjin, how are you?
Already?"
His face turned pale, and the color on his lips faded inch by inch, leaving a weak white color. The blood was still flowing out, and there was a pool of blood under his body. He heard Xiang Yimo's call, and his eyes moved slightly.
After a moment, he looked at her weakly, squeezed out a faint smile, "Don't worry, I'm fine!"
Even though she was hurt like this, she still said that she was fine, and even tried to comfort Xiang Yimo with a smile, telling her not to worry.
Xiang Yimo pressed his wound, and the warm and thick blood instantly dyed her hands red, and it was overflowing from the gaps between her fingers bit by bit.
"I'm not worthy of you doing this for me. If anything happens to you, I will feel guilty for the rest of my life!"
"Let me take a look!" Teng Yue briefly treated the wound on Nangong Han's palm. Seeing that Chu Zhanjin was seriously injured, he ran over and took a casual glance. "There is so much bleeding, it is dangerous!"
"Then please save him!" Xiang Yimo grabbed his sleeve, "hurry up and save him!" Her voice was choked and helpless.
Teng Yue frowned and looked back at Nangong Han, only to see that his eyes were filled with a cold light, staring at Xiang Yimo for a moment, his face was frosty, and his anger was directly on his face. Although, at this moment, he
Full of anger, he nodded slightly.
Teng Yue then began to take first aid measures for Chu Zhanjin, observing his pupil dilation, measuring his heart rate, and taking simple measures to stop bleeding.
Xiang Yimo always held his hand tightly, her blood-red palms touching each other tightly, "Chu Zhanjin, you will be fine, just hold on!"
Chu Zhanjin's consciousness became increasingly blurred, his eyes closed weakly, and his trembling lips kept saying, "Mo'er... Mo'er..."
"I'm here, and I will accompany you!" Xiang Yimo put his hand on her cheek, warming the cold temperature of his palm.
The cargo ship soon arrived at the dock, and an ambulance was already waiting on the shore.
Chu Zhanjin was immediately put into the ambulance, and Xiang Yimo followed.
Nangong Han grabbed Xiang Yimo's wrist and ordered sternly, "Get out of the car!" His voice was low and cold.
"I won't go down!" Xiang Yimo struggled to throw away his hand, "Chu Zhanjin's life is in danger now, and I want to accompany him!"
Nangong Han's face became darker and darker, and there was a thick layer of dark clouds in his eyes. "Go back and continue to complete the wedding!" He couldn't tolerate the slightest resistance from Xiang Yimo, so he hugged Xiang Yimo directly.
Her bloody hands were still holding on to Chu Zhanjin, and the thick blood was slippery, slipping from her hands bit by bit...
Nangong Han jumped out of the ambulance and stuffed her into the extended Lincoln sedan, "Let's go to the wedding now!"
At this moment, Xiang Yimo was in a miserable state, her hair was wet and messy, her snow-white wedding dress was stained with bright red blood, and her eyes were so red that it hurt. There was a long and narrow wound on the white and delicate porcelain neck, and blood beads were still leaking out.
The makeup artist accompanying her in the car was shocked. It was the first time she encountered such a thrilling wedding process. Under Nangong Han's eagle eyes, the makeup artist did not dare to neglect and immediately redressed Xiang Yimo.
Xiang Yimo sat in the car in despair, staring blankly at her hands with empty eyes. The bright red blood stains were washed away bit by bit, but the bitter smell of blood still lingered on the tip of her nose.