Chapter 56: In case of murder, Zhihao makes a move
Chapter 56: Zhihao takes action when faced with murder
The combination of fists and kicks is so scary.
The current Zhihao looked indeed very terrifying, and it also aroused Zhihao's bloody nature, because Zhihao saw that red blood had flowed out of the "second brother"'s body.
Zhihao shouted, "Stop, don't hurt anyone!" and rushed over.
"Here comes a man who will die!" A man sneered. Before Zhihao could get close, he took action and punched Zhihao on the head. Zhihao instinctively dodged it. Then he kicked Zhihao firmly in the leg.
On the way up, Zhihao staggered and almost fell to the ground.
The remaining three people were still attacking the "second brother" and stabbed him twice more.
Zhihao was often like this. He didn't know how to fight back until he was hit, and he didn't know how to retaliate. His movements were probably clumsy and his posture was ugly. But for some reason, he raised his hand to parry. Before the knife could hit him, the opponent had already hit him.
With a scream, he fell to the ground.
While holding his arm, Zhihao kicked him in the leg. This was such an action, nothing else, it was simple and practical, simply parrying the opponent.
The three of them were startled. They left the "second brother" behind and rushed towards Zhihao. They attacked Zhihao with fists, kicks and knives. Zhihao could only parry and concentrate on parrying. His arm hurt a little, so he couldn't care less.
The final result was beyond everyone's expectation. Four people were lying on the ground. Zhihao and "Second Brother" were standing. Zhihao's arm was bleeding, and "Second Brother" was holding on to the car and barely standing.
After a short pause like this, the four of them got up, supported each other, and ran away. It was almost the same thing as what Zhihao had experienced before.
"How are you?" Zhihao asked, covering his arm with one hand.
"If you can still hold on, take me back."
"Let's take you to the hospital, you lost so much blood."
"not going home."
Zhihao had no choice but to tear open his shirt, bandage him briefly, wrap his arm around it, help him to the car, start the car and drive away.
"Second Brother" made a phone call.
Twenty minutes later, Zhihao drove to the entrance of a compound. This was a very quiet suburb of the city.
"This is it, honk."
Zhihao honked the horn, and someone opened the door immediately. Zhihao hit the accelerator and drove in. As soon as he parked the car, someone came over and helped the "second brother" out and went straight to the lobby. Zhihao also followed in and saw him.
He was still bleeding.
This hall is truly a hall worthy of its name. It can accommodate hundreds of people. It is like a large conference room. Zhihao feels that the company's conference rooms are not as spacious as this hall. The furnishings in the hall are luxurious, high-end and
It is tasteful and dazzles Zhihao.
Someone came over immediately, placed the "second brother" on a wheeled bed, undressed him, and treated his wounds. Zhihao saw a busy man in a white coat, who must be a doctor.
A man in his fifties came out of the inner hall, dressed casually and in his fifties. He went straight to the crib and asked, "Guobang, how are you doing?"
"Brother, I'm... fine."
"He said it was okay, there was so much blood." The man called eldest brother looked anxious and concerned.
"It's really nothing, just a skin injury."
The man called Big Brother ignored him and asked the doctor anxiously, "How is the injury?"
"It looks like it's not a big problem now. The knife didn't penetrate deeply, but there was too much blood loss."
"I'll call and ask a few more doctors to come over and bring equipment and plasma."
"Well, hurry up, the sooner the better."
Now Zhihao is lying aside, ignored. Zhihao doesn't care, and even wants to go back early, as he has to go to work tomorrow. Besides, he has hurt people here before, and he can save their "second brother" once.
Think of it as compensation. No matter what, I have always hurt others. Even if there is no such relationship, it is still necessary to save people in danger.
The man hurriedly called, but the man on the small bed struggled and said, "Brother, there's no need for this, I can hold on." His tone was very weak.
"You lie down and don't move, I know."
"Brother, that's the person you asked me to find." Guobang pointed at Zhihao.
The man glanced at Zhihao without any expression. He was still busy on the phone. When the phone hung up, he walked towards Zhihao, looked up and down, said nothing, and gathered around the small bed again.
Zhihao felt like he was in the clouds and didn't know what to do. He wanted to go back, but the people here were too busy to greet him and didn't even have time to say goodbye. He walked away quietly, but he felt that it was not the case.
.While hesitating, someone brought a glass of water. Zhihao happened to be thirsty, so he took it and took a sip.
Zhihao is also concerned about the injury of his so-called second brother. Now it’s time to call him Guobang. He was stabbed several times. I really don’t know if it was in a fatal place.
Soon an ambulance arrived, and someone in a white coat hurriedly came in, brought in a lot of instruments and equipment, and began to check Guobang. Everyone present held their breath, staring at Guobang whether they understood or not.
Holding those instruments, ten minutes later, the doctor showed a relaxed look on his face, turned around and said to the man he called Big Brother, "Mr. Long, there is no danger, no vital parts were hurt, it's just excessive blood loss, take care of the wound, and transfuse some blood
That’s fine, it doesn’t matter.”
"That's good, that's good." Mr. Long's brows relaxed and he hurriedly asked his subordinates to pour tea for the doctor.
"No need, let's bandage the wound first."
"Yes, bandage the wound first."
At this time, Mr. Long turned back to look at Zhihao, walked a few steps towards him, then stopped, and looked at Zhihao with very sharp eyes.
Zhihao noticed that although Mr. Long's eyes were not big, they had a kind of captivating light. They could neither see kindness nor evil. They seemed to be a kind of charm, but not exactly like that. For Zhihao
I feel like, just looking at those eyes, I know that Mr. Long is by no means an ordinary person.
He is dressed casually, but he is energetic. Although his face has a kind look, he is not angry or intimidating. Zhihao feels that this person must be of high status.
Is he the leader here, or the boss? Like Mr. Cao? He is much more majestic than Mr. Cao, with so many people bowing their heads.
"Did you save Guobang?" His tone was kind but dignified.
"Yes." Zhihao nodded, his tone was calm, without any intention of seeking credit or reward.
"Long expressed his gratitude." Mr. Long was very polite.
"No need to say thank you, I just happened to be passing by." Zhihao smiled lightly, "There is no danger now, I should go back."
Mr. Long looked at Zhihao again, "You saved my men, I have to thank you very much. You don't have any requirements?"
"No." Zhihao replied calmly.
"This is unreasonable, I have to thank you."
"You're welcome, Mr. Long. I happened to be passing by, so why bother saying thank you? That's what you should do."
"Yes." Mr. Long nodded, "A nice young man, very loyal."
"Thank you, Mr. Long. He is no longer in danger. I should go back. It's late and I have to go to work tomorrow." Zhihao stood up and said goodbye.
"Working? Don't know where to work?"
"Just an ordinary wage earner." Zhihao smiled and told Mr. Long the name of the company where he worked. Mr. Long waved and a man came over, whispered a few words, and the man left in a hurry.
"I don't know your name yet. If you don't feel that Long is presumptuous, you might as well tell me your surname, Long Tianxiang." Long Tianxiang raised his hand in a very humble manner, which made Zhihao a little embarrassed. Thinking about it,
Mr. Long is over sixty years old, he is so polite to me, and Mr. Long is a person of such status.
