Xu Shan saw a faint flash of light, and then felt pain in her arms, neck and face.
The pain was subtler than a mosquito bite, but it was impossible to ignore.
She couldn't help but pause, lowered her head and raised her arms to look.
She saw a short silver needle as small as a hair inserted into her skin, and she raised her other hand to touch her face.
Touching the silver needle, his face turned pale and his eyes widened: "What, what is this?"
She removed the silver needle from her face and stared blankly at what frightened her.
Then her vision became blurred, and she slowly squatted on the ground, her vision blurred.
Before she lost consciousness, she saw the man pull the tablecloth, tear it into strips and bandage her wound.
When he was doing this, he didn't even look at her, as if she was just a ball of air.
Yan Mubei bandaged his gunshot wound and looked around.
The pain in his body made him sharper and more decisive. Finally, his eyes fell on Xu Shan, and then he glanced at the wheelchair that was kicked far away.
Damn it, his wheelchair.
Frustration spread throughout his body.
Yes, call the bodyguard over.
His and Lin Qianqian's mobile phones were thrown on the ground, and were later stepped on by Qi Yifeng and exploded, while the fixed telephone line in the living room was cut off by him.
This guy is more shrewd and cruel than anything else. He has long been prepared to counterattack and look for rescue.
He was so anxious and uneasy, thinking that he must get his wheelchair over before Qi Yifeng came back, or notify the bodyguards in the bodyguard building to come over.
Otherwise they will be dead again.
He glanced at Xu Shan on the ground again and found that her eyes were open and she looked dull, not unconscious.
The man couldn't help but frown, and after thinking about it, he understood what was going on.
I remember Deng Liang told him that Suru's symptoms were not stunners, but hypnotics.
"Xu Shan?" He tried to call her.
Xu Shan remained motionless.
"Chai Jiao?"
"Um?"
Yan Mubei was overjoyed and said quickly: "Chai Jiao, bring my wheelchair."
"Yes." Xu Shan stood up slowly on the ground and staggered towards the wheelchair in the corner.
Seeing this, Yan Mubei slowly breathed a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, he found his son's watch, otherwise he still would not be able to reverse his disadvantage at this moment.
As long as he has a watch in hand, he can use it to deal with Qi Yifeng.
But how many silver needles are there in there?
How many shots does it take to charm someone?
He saw three silver needles on Xu Shan's body, and two more were shot crookedly and fell to the ground.
Xu Shan's movements were very slow, as slow as an old woman in her seventies or eighties.
The process of walking past her and pushing the wheelchair over made Yan Mubei's heart beat fast.
From time to time, he listened to the situation in the corridor. Qi Yifeng took Lin Qianqian to the study. What was the situation now?
He clearly knew Lin Qianqian's character, which was stubborn and competitive. At this time, she must be thinking of ways to take down Qi Yifeng.
But Qi Yifeng's skills were outstanding and not inferior to him.
How could her three-legged cat skills be his match?
No, he had to go into the study and help her before she did anything.
Xu Shan was unconscious and pushed the wheelchair to Yan Mubei. The man gritted his teeth, pressed one hand on the sofa, and jumped into the wheelchair with a bouncing motion.
An improper use of force caused his injured hand to hit the armrest of the wheelchair, causing him almost to faint from the pain.
"You, go and call the bodyguards patrolling outside." He ordered through gritted teeth.