Relying on their memory, it seems that the direction of this secret passage should be the control room. They walked to the other end of the secret passage, which is also the other side of the control room, and stopped. Qianqing leaned against the wall and panted, while Zixuan opened the phone on his arm.
Using a larger computer, he entered the surveillance system to see if there was anyone in the surveillance room. Surprisingly, there was no one. After thinking for a moment, he pulled Qianqing out of a wall of the surveillance room.
As expected, there was no one, and Zixuan breathed a sigh of relief.
"How are you? Can you still leave?" The light here was much brighter than in the dark passage. Only then did Zixuan see Qianqing's face clearly. It was shockingly pale. He shook his hand, and it turned out that there was no warmth at all.
, the color of his lips began to change, and his body began to tremble. Zixuan quickly supported him, only to feel that his hands and feet seemed a little stiff.
Zixuan really wanted to know what happened to Qianqing, but obviously now was not the best time. He pondered for a moment and let Qianqing's entire body weight hang on him. Fortunately, Qianqing was on the thin side.
Yes, Zixuan held his hand tightly and quickly pushed the door open, hoping that the side door could still be opened.
Just as he was about to reach the side door, there was a sudden loud noise in the six-story building, and the entire ground seemed to shake.
It was broken. At this time, Zixuan only had one idea, it was a bomb, or a very powerful bomb. He stopped thinking about it, clasped Qianqing tightly and almost dragged his body forward.
But what he didn't notice was that the flames quickly spread behind them. Next to the monitoring room was the power control room. After the bomb, the building immediately fell into darkness and the power control room was blown up.
At this time, people's speed can never catch up with the explosion. Just when they were about to reach the side door, another explosion came from behind them. This was a very close explosion. He almost didn't think about it. Zixuan only had time to catch it.
Qing La moved in front of him and didn't even have time to find a cover for them.
This was the first time that Zixuan deeply felt the danger of glass indoors. The feeling of glass fragments piercing his body when the explosion made him numb almost instantly. He pressed Qianqing, and his huge body
Qianqing was completely covered. Fortunately, he was not unconscious, and Qianqing was not unconscious either. It was just that his movements were slower than before. The degree of stiffness made Zixuan frown. He was a little worried about his situation.
Can he still withstand Qianqing's power?
"How are you?" Qianqing's voice was very soft, like a mosquito's cry, but his face was full of worry. He didn't expect Zixuan to protect him. The explosion just now was so destructive that Zixuan wouldn't be hurt at all.
It didn't hurt, but at this time he seemed to have no energy to care about him.
"It's okay, let's go quickly." After Zixuan finished speaking, he took a deep breath and stood up quickly. He didn't look like an injured person at all. He quickly pulled Qianqing up, still in the same position as before, and pulled him up.
He asked him to run forward. As long as he passed through the side door, he could run outside. He had already notified Ruofeng's people and they could find him through the positioning system. What's more, with such a big explosion, his people must have been at the door.
Waiting outside.
Qianqing nodded and tried hard to move his feet. Seeing that Zixuan was as usual, he breathed a sigh of relief. It was funny to think that he was so worried. Who is this guy next to him? Tangtang Ye Shura, why?
You may save him without calculating the consequences. This guy is as calm as a sophisticated computer. He will never make mistakes at any time. He will not be emotional and will always calculate the best way, so he is everyone.
An example to learn from.
Zixuan didn't say much. He supported him and ran forward as hard as he could. When he opened the side door, he saw two vans waiting outside. He actually saw Fusheng, dressed in black, standing there with an expressionless face. His footsteps moved slightly.
For a moment, he didn't remember that he asked Fu Sheng to come to Japan. How could he suddenly appear here?
But he didn't have the extra energy to think about this problem. He knew that his body had reached its limit and ran to the car quickly. Fusheng and another subordinate immediately helped Qianqing get into the car. Zixuan held on to the car door and panted slightly.
He took a breath, suddenly relaxed, and then felt a burning pain in his back. However, he couldn't care about it anymore. He raised his feet to get into the car, but his body staggered. Fortunately, Fu Shengsheng held him.
Got him.
"It's okay, let's go." Zixuan jumped into the car, quickly closed the door, and the two cars sped away.
Fusheng looked at the blood on his hands and frowned slightly. Although he was a killer, he hated having blood stains on his body, so he was always careful not to let blood splash on his body. The blood on his hands was very shocking.
After he came to his senses, he immediately understood where the blood came from.
"Master, your injury..." Fusheng was not good at words, but his face darkened. He turned Zixuan's body around, and his livid face turned dark. He ordered the men beside him, "Contact me immediately
Master Yanxi."
Fusheng didn't know medical skills, but he also knew how serious the blow was. Zixuan's bloody back was punctured with countless glass fragments. The blood was flowing so fast that Fusheng didn't even know how to stop his bleeding.
He glanced at Zixuan's face. The first time he saw it, it was normal, but now it was bloodless. Fusheng couldn't help but sigh silently in his heart. Master Zixuan is really a freak. He should have been injured so badly.
He fainted and actually ran out with a wounded patient in his arms. This man was indeed not a normal person.
At this time, Qianqing seemed to be getting better. His illness came on quickly, but it didn't last long. After the onset, his body would just be a little weak. He reluctantly supported his body and sat next to Zixuan, seeing his back.
, couldn't help being stunned. He lowered his head and noticed that his hands were also full of blood. When Zixuan was supporting him just now, he seemed to have accidentally touched his back. He was in too much of a hurry just now.
I didn't notice how wet my hands were.
"Are you okay?" Qianqing asked softly with trembling lips, as if she was afraid that the louder voice would scare him.
"I'm not that weak." Zixuan forced a smile. He knew that his condition seemed to be a symptom of excessive blood loss. His body was gradually getting colder, his head was a little dizzy, and he might fall into coma due to excessive blood loss.
If first aid is not provided in time, there may be a brief shock.
Although he is not as proficient in medical skills as Yanxi, he still has simple medical common sense. Zixuan tried his best to adjust his breathing to prevent himself from comatose. He looked at Fusheng, trying to divert his attention, "How long will it take for Yanxi to get here?
"
"They are playing in Jeju Island. They came here very quickly." Fusheng answered simply. In fact, he was very worried. The young master's condition looked very bad. Although he tried hard to stay awake, his physical strength was already a little behind. "Young Master
, hold on."
Fusheng had always been taciturn, and rarely had such obvious mood swings. Zixuan wanted to laugh. It was rare to see Fusheng look slightly confused. It was really a great news.
However, his consciousness gradually moved away from him. He leaned on Fu Sheng and said softly, "Let Ruofeng go find Mo Ran, call Uncle Yi back, and tell him that if he doesn't come forward to settle Watanabe Society, I will let this
Names disappear in Japan."
This is not grandiose talk, this is a threat, a very alarming threat.
However, no one doubted what Qiu Zixuan said.
"Also, don't tell Luo Qing that I'm hurt..." Because she will be worried, cry, and feel sad, and he doesn't want her to feel sad.
"Master..." Fusheng called softly. Seeing that Zixuan had completely passed out, he turned to the driver and shouted, "Drive faster, hurry up."
Qianqing, on the other hand, just leaned on the cushion and stared at Zixuan, unable to say a word.
He didn't understand, really didn't understand, why this ruthless guy could protect him so naturally. It was like this in the past and it is still like this now. No matter how much he hated him and plotted against him, it would not affect his decision. Just because he
Is he a child of the Watanabe family? Because he is the son of Jun Watanabe who is kind to him, so he protects him without hesitation. Is this repaying a favor?
However, he was not Jun Watanabe's son at all. This was something he discovered after taking over Watanabe Society. This incident once caused him to collapse. He was not Jun Watanabe's son, so whose son was he?
He admired Jun Watanabe very much and followed his example and worked hard. However, he suddenly discovered that this man was not his father, and might even be just a stranger with no blood relationship. All his beliefs collapsed in an instant.
If Zixuan knew that he was not the son of his benefactor, would he still protect him like he does now? Qianqing smiled bitterly, feeling confused in his heart. Probably not. What kind of person Qiu Zixuan is, he knows better than anyone else, and he will always
He only cares about the people he wants to care about, and no matter how much he does, others will never get the slightest attention from him.
Qianqing looked at the unconscious Zixuan in a daze, wondering what he was thinking. Obviously, Takahashi had already said that he was not Jun Watanabe's son, right? Why did he still cover him to escape? This cold
Does the man in front of him understand that he is not the person he needs to protect at all?
"He just did what he thought he should do. You don't need to feel weird." Fusheng, who had half-closed eyes, suddenly said something and looked at Qianqing silently.
He opened his mouth, but no sound came out. Maybe he didn't know what he should say. Thank him for saving him?
Sighing, Qianqing met Fusheng's gaze. He knew that this god-killer would not recognize his relatives and was cold and ruthless, but he did not expect that he would come to pick up Zixuan in person. He suddenly realized that he seemed to have underestimated Zixuan.
When he causes trouble for him, he can actually have
There were countless ways to deal with it, but he chose the most passive response. Ignoring him only made him more motivated to defeat him. He obviously should know, but he still didn't use his own strength to fight back.
But just passively fight against it.
What on earth was he thinking? Qianqing couldn't understand his thoughts at all.
"We're here." The driver breathed out, got out of the car first and directed people to move the stretcher into the car. Fusheng carefully helped Zixuan lie down on the stretcher.
"Oh my god, why is there so much blood? What's going on?" This was Masako Suzuki's voice. She ran out of the courtyard in a hurry, covering her mouth to prevent herself from making a louder cry.
"Mrs. Suzuki, we may have to disturb you for a while, I'm sorry." Fusheng nodded slightly, with a very respectful attitude. The young master asked his people to stay with Suzuki early in the morning and wait for his instructions. There is no news about Takahashi yet.
So Fusheng thinks Mrs. Suzuki's side is the safest.
"Hurry, carry him in." Masako Suzuki used to be a nurse. Seeing Zixuan Kaminari like this, her heartbeat couldn't help but quicken. "Hurry, I'll stop his bleeding first, otherwise he won't be able to wait until your doctor comes.
He will bleed to death."
After this exclamation, they carried the person to an empty room with all their hands. Suzuki Masako immediately went to get the first aid kit. Fortunately, she had everything here.
After a burst of chaos, the noisy courtyard immediately returned to calm, leaving Qianqing alone, standing there, staring blankly at this familiar courtyard.