The man in Chinese tunic suit looked at Zhao Gangjun in surprise and said, "A few days ago, Purgatory went to war with Yama. She knew it was because of you. I happened to be in FJ on a business trip. She asked me to save you once when the people in Purgatory found you, and you actually
Do not appreciate."
Zhao Gangjun gritted his teeth and said, "Li Haobing, I don't need you to save me."
The man in the Chinese tunic suit, Li Haobing, smiled in Zhao Gangjun's mouth and said, "Why, just because I am your love rival, you would rather die than let me save you."
Zhao Gangrong coughed and said, "I just saw that you were unhappy."
Zhao Gangrong was indeed unhappy with Li Haobing. This had been the case since the Hunter School.
Why?
Just because Li Haobing is that person's most powerful suitor.
Li Haobing is a peak A-level hunter!
And that her is a shadow that cannot be erased from Zhao Gangjun's heart.
Zhao Gangjun has a peerless background and a peerless memory. He was able to graduate from the Hunter School with straight A's.
However, when facing her, Zhao Gangjun felt that he did not have any self-confidence.
She is a perfect woman, she is twenty-three years old, but she has already become a teacher at a hunter school.
That rainy night, Zhao Gangjun saw her for the first time.
On that rainy night, Zhao Gangjun understood what true heartbeat was.
It was also on that rainy night that Zhao Gangjun understood how to feel inferior for the first time.
She is so perfect.
It was so perfect that even Zhao Gangjun felt inferior.
Li Haobing is her colleague and her suitor, the most powerful suitor.
"It seems you are still as childish as before."
Li Haobing smiled, with a winner's smile, and said, "She asked me to save you, so I will save you. If you don't let me save, I will save you too, and I will make you feel uncomfortable, hahaha!"
"
Li Haobing laughed loudly and rushed towards Asiba.
Asiba was shocked. He felt a majestic momentum from Li Haobing's body.
The two men quickly came into contact with each other.
After just a few rounds, Asiba understood the gap between himself and Li Haobing.
It is true that I am an A-level hunter, but the person in front of me is at least the peak A-level, or even an S-level hunter!
After paying the price of having an arm pierced, Asiba escaped!
Li Haobing walked up to Zhao Gangjun, looked at Zhao Gangjun condescendingly, and said, "She is mine, but you are too weak."
After saying that, Li Haobing held a sword in one hand and turned around and walked away.
Zhao Gangrong clenched his fists and looked ugly.
Cough cough cough.
A mouthful of blood was coughed out of his mouth again.
A big hand grabbed Zhao Gangjun's body, then lifted Zhao Gangjun's body and carried it on his back.
Although the owner of that hand was trembling slightly, his face had the same silly smile as always.
"Dashan, let me down."
Zhao Gangjun said.
"Master, I will take you to see a doctor."
As Dashan spoke, he carried Zhao Gangjun and walked out.
As always.
When Zhao Gangrong was young.
Zhao Gangjun cannot practice martial arts, but he always likes to fight with others.
Every time he fights, Zhao Gangjun will get himself covered with bruises.
And every time, there would be a tall figure carrying Zhao Gangjun home and looking for a doctor.
Chen Keke and Chen Xiaobei quickly followed behind them.
Fortunately, the hospital is nearby.
Dashan's body no longer trembles, and is as calm as a mountain. Carrying Zhao Gangjun behind his back, he can even walk without too much bumps. He is a little cautious, as if he is afraid that the shaking Zhao Gangjun will feel uncomfortable.
Zhao Gangjun rested his head on Dashan's back and closed his eyes slightly.
The blood on Zhao Gangjun's shoulder has already stopped flowing out. I don't know why. Generally speaking, it is impossible to stop the bleeding so quickly for a wound opened by saw teeth. Even such a wound will not be able to stop bleeding unless it is specially sutured.
It's impossible to stop the bleeding.
But Zhao Gangjun just stopped the bleeding.
Although the neck was full of blood red, the blood was no longer gushing out, which made Chen Xiaobei and Chen Keke who were following behind somewhat relieved.
Many people already knew that there were fights in the haunted house, and some people also knew that there seemed to be several warriors fighting there.
In this day and age, there are many warriors. Of course, the so-called warriors are those who learn ancient martial arts with the rise of ancient martial arts. However, the rise of ancient martial arts has only been more than ten years. No matter how powerful the warriors are, they are just like that.
However, according to many people who have seen it from a distance, the people inside are not like human beings, the kind who can crack the ground with one fist.
When they saw Da Shan carrying Zhao Gangjun on his back, many people who wanted to watch the fun but didn't dare to go in gathered around the haunted house out of curiosity.
Dashan said nothing, but looked at everyone around him with his honest eyes.
Everyone stood still.
They felt as if they were being targeted by some kind of monster. If they moved, they might be greeted by the monster's fangs and claws.
Dashan walked out of the crowd smoothly and headed to the hospital on the side.
Just then.
One oh one oh.
The police arrived late.
Several policemen were stunned for a moment when they saw such a tall man like Dashan. When they saw Zhao Gangjun, the policemen immediately looked serious and shouted, "That man, don't move."
Dashan didn't talk nonsense, but took out a green ID card from his pocket and handed it to the police.
When the policemen looked at the documents, they were stunned for a moment, and then they quickly returned the documents to Dashan and put them aside.
Dashan chuckled, moved his feet, and appeared a few meters away in an instant.
"People from the military area?"
A policeman looked at Dashan's back with confusion, "What are the people from the special forces of the military region doing here?"
"Maybe we're trying to catch some kind of predators."
Another policeman said.
Inside the hospital.
Zhao Gangjun is very familiar with this hospital. He doesn't even know how many times he has been to this hospital.
It's a pity that the person who sutured Zhao Gangjun's wound this time was not Leng Bing, but a middle-aged doctor.
Zhao Gangjun suffered internal injuries, which were a bit serious, but not fatal.
Dashan used his ID to get a few bottles of recovery potions from the hospital and gave them to Zhao Gangjun. Zhao Gangjun's body began to slowly recover, and Zhao Gangjun's wounds were sutured by the doctor.
"Isn't Dr. Leng here?"
Although he was injured at this time, Zhao Gangjun did not look decadent, but smiled and asked the person who was sewing his wounds.
"You mean cold, right?" the doctor asked.
"um, yes."
"She has resigned."
The doctor shook his head and said a little regretfully.