The black-clothed warrior didn't want to stop, so he waved his samurai sword and slashed at Han Li's head.
"stop!"
Song Qingge screamed.
Okamoto Guangyu coughed twice: "Miss Song asked you to stop, didn't you hear?"
Okamoto Guangyu spoke, and the black-clothed samurai put away his katana.
"Ding Jing, call an ambulance quickly!" Song Qingge said anxiously.
"yes."
Ding Jing picked up the phone and started calling an ambulance.
Song Qingge glanced at the black-clothed warrior, but said nothing.
She knew that if the black warrior dared to do this, it was naturally Okamoto Guangyu's permission.
Her impression of Okamoto Guangyu was greatly reduced.
Okamoto Guangyu looked at Song Qingge and shrugged helplessly: "Ms. Song, I'm sorry, my bodyguard was a bit harsh. I hope you don't mind."
Ding Jing on the side snorted coldly.
"Would you mind if we injured your bodyguard like this?"
The warrior in black raised his sword and pointed it at Ding Jing: "Baga! Don't be rude to the young master!"
Okamoto Guangyu waved his hand: "Why are you so cruel to beautiful girls? I've told you many times, but you just don't remember."
"Go back tonight and do a hundred push-ups for me as punishment for being so impulsive today."
The warrior in black lowered his head and said respectfully: "Hi!"
Okamoto Guangyu treated the black warrior so lightly, obviously he didn't take Han Li's life and death seriously.
Song Qingge and Ding Jing, of course, both saw it.
"Ding Jing, let's help Han Li walk together." Song Qingge said.
"Okay, President."
It took a lot of effort for the two of them to lift Han Li, who was covered in blood.
When he was about to leave, Okamoto Guangyu smiled and handed Song Qingge a business card: "Ms. Song, this is my business card. I hope we can meet again if we have the opportunity."
Song Qingge caught a glimpse of his position on the business card - Assistant to the President of the Japanese Baqi Society.
But she didn't have the skills to pick it up.
"There is no need to meet again. What we owe you today has been evened."
"The next time we meet is when we seek justice!"
After saying that, she and Ding Jing supported Han Li and left with difficulty...
Okamoto Guangyu held up his business card and froze there, a cold flash across his eyes.
Li Zhicheng on the side quickly comforted him and said, "Don't be angry, Mr. Okamoto. This Song Qingge doesn't know how to praise. I'll introduce you to other beauties. There are many women better than her in Jincheng."
However, the corners of Okamoto Guangyu's lips evoked a sneer.
"I don't like other women, but this woman is just right for me."
"Li Zhicheng, I want to get her within a week. No matter what method you use, you must do it."
After saying that, he turned around and strode away...
Hospital, outside the ward.
Song Qingge stood outside the door, his brows twisted into a knot.
At this time, Ding Jing opened the door and walked out.
"How is Han Li doing now?" Song Qingge asked.
"The mental state is okay, but the doctor said that his injuries were a bit serious, the wounds were deep, and his hand tendons and hamstrings were severed. He will need to be hospitalized for at least three months."
Speaking of this, anger appeared in Ding Jing's eyes: "That Japanese warrior is so abominable and his attacks were too ruthless!"
