Song Lianyi's fingers holding the dagger trembled involuntarily, and her whole heart seemed to be about to break completely, like glass, completely broken.
"Song Lianyi, put down the dagger! I will handle this matter properly!" Xiao Jingchen's low and hoarse voice rang in his ears again, blowing through Lianyi's heart like a misty cold wind.
At this moment, his fingers loosened, and the dagger in his hand finally crashed to the ground.
The knife accompanying her finally left her neck, and the frightened middle-aged man almost crawled up from the ground and ran towards Xiao Jingchen in an awkward posture.
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Just then he ran to Xiao Jingchen. Although Liu Batian's face was still filled with panic that had not yet dissipated, he began to speak loudly and harshly: "Your Excellency, the president, I came to Dongning to promote the friendship between the two of us."
We must not allow you to intimidate us with force! Hum, I will return to Mozambique as soon as possible and report this matter to our president!"
Xiao Jingchen narrowed his eyes, and his amber pupils looked darker and colder in the pitch-black environment.
Before Liu Batian finished speaking, when he saw Xiao Jingchen's cold, knife-like eyes, he involuntarily closed his mouth and did not dare to say another word.
Although he has been rescued now, he is not completely out of danger before returning to Mosang.
To save your own life, you must use the diplomatic relations between Dongning and Mozambique as the final life-saving bargaining chip.
But in front of Xiao Jingchen, he didn't show off his power!
Seeing Liu Batian finally closing the mouth that disgusted him, Xiao Jingchen suddenly raised his eyes and glanced at Song Lianyi, who was standing alone and quietly, and his eyes flashed past her injured upper right side.
, a flash of worry flashed in his deep eyes for an instant, but it was just fleeting.
After all, he didn't say anything, turned around suddenly, and slowly walked out of the store with a group of guards.
Seeing Song Lianyi's dejected look, Gu Yanyu took a step forward and glanced at the guard behind her.
The guard understood immediately, and quickly found the medical box as quickly as possible, and hurriedly delivered it to Gu Yanyu.
"Ache, you are responsible for bandaging Jiang Yanli's wounds. Honglian, you are responsible for dressing this little girl quickly and sending her to the hospital as soon as possible! Block the news and don't let this matter spread! The president is already very concerned about this.
The terrorist attack on the hotel gives him a headache, and he cannot continue to worry about this matter. We must deal with it as soon as possible!"
"yes!"
"yes!"
The two most capable officers behind Gu Yanyu agreed softly and began to organize the scene in an orderly manner.
He gently patted Song Lianyi's shoulder and motioned her to sit on the chair. Gu Yanyu twisted a piece of disinfectant cotton ball and applied disinfectant alcohol to the wounds on Song Lianyi's face and arms as gently as possible.
There were stains on her face and arms, and the wounds were long, but from beginning to end, she sat silently without making a single cry of pain.
After finishing the treatment of the wound, Gu Yanyu raised her eyes and said with her indifferent expression: "I'm afraid your hand bones are misaligned! I'm going to restore it now. You have to be patient, but if it hurts, just scream out. Don't hold it in like this!"