"Do you know my sister?"
Boss Jiang appeared calm, responding with a question: "Didn’t you say you know ?"
"I’ve only seen your photo."
"You don’t know who Mr. Jiang is?"
Du Enqin couldn’t help but interject, her tone curious and puzzled rather than angry. If not for the fresh bandage on her left arm, you wouldn’t know she was shot by him not long ago.
"Knowing" and "understanding" are two different concepts.
For example, seeing a photo is enough to say you know soone.
Xia Chuchen shook his head, humorously and comically.
Even though the situation was not quite appropriate, Jiang Chen couldn’t help but laugh, observing this young man who could be called lucky.
"Since you don’t know who I am, why didn’t you want to kill ?"
Although this young man shot and injured Du Enqin, his initial intention was to protect him.
Haven’t a few accomplices already been arrested?
"I may not know who you are, but I know who the hairy freak is."
Xia Chuchen said sothing confusing, and then imdiately questioned Boss Jiang: "What’s your relationship with my sister?"
"Your sister heard you were kidnapped to Myanmar and was worried sick, so she entrusted to rescue you."
Jiang Chen said simply, "You’re quite lucky to be alive now."
Lucky?
Who knows how he survived all this ti...
Xia Chuchen’s gloved left hand clenched into a fist, and his face involuntarily began to twitch.
"About that hairy freak you ntioned earlier..."
Xu Kuan asked, gesturing for the soldiers to let go.
Xia Chuchen regained his freedom, but his gun was definitely taken away.
"A mixed-race foreigner, he caught from Cai Jian’s hands, and all of Cai Jian’s people were killed."
Caught.
Notice his choice of words.
Surprisingly, he didn’t describe it as "rescue."
"Mr. H."
Du Enqin spoke in a cold voice, her eyes icy.
She had sent a rescue team before, only for them all to be wiped out. Now it seems Mr. H was the mastermind behind it.
Of course, she knew Mr. H.
He was her forr superior.
She just never saw him in person.
"You’ve seen Mr. H?"
Du Enqin asked Xia Chuchen.
Xia Chuchen nodded, "Since being caught from Cai Jian, I’ve been with him the whole ti."
As he spoke, he looked at Jiang Chen. Not just his face, but his whole body started to tremble uncontrollably.
"He’s the one who showed your photo."
From the general situation, Jiang Chen almost understood, except for one point.
"Since you don’t know who I am, why did you help ?"
"I don’t know if you’re a good person, but I know who the bad people are!"
Xia Chuchen gritted his teeth.
Indeed.
Rushing abroad for quick wealth was reckless, but recklessness doesn’t equate to stupidity.
On the contrary, even after undergoing unprecedented psychological and physical strains, he maintained a clear mind.
When two choices are presented and it’s impossible to discern which is right, eliminating the wrong answer is also a solution.
"What’s wrong with you?"
Because of their profession, celebrities are better at reading people than ordinary people, not to ntion Xia Chuchen’s odd behavior was too obvious.
Pei Yunxi even saw large beads of sweat on his forehead.
It certainly couldn’t be due to fear.
Others noticed Xia Chuchen’s abnormality as well.
"I, need dicine..."
As if enduring sothing, Xia Chuchen’s facial twitch turned into a grimace, making it difficult to speak.
Xu Kuan frowned.
"He’s having drug cravings."
After a mont of observation, Du Enqin imdiately identified the problem.
Drug cravings?
This kid is on drugs too?
Impossible.
This kid was always in the country until he was coaxed to go abroad. He was a student, and his family wasn’t wealthy enough to afford an expensive habit like drug use.
There’s only one possibility.
Contracted in Myanmar.
Human traffickers definitely wouldn’t be so kind; after all, drugs co with a cost.
... That Mr. H, truly a formidable opponent.
Xia Chuchen could no longer stand, barely managing to avoid falling by staggering and holding onto the table.
"Mr. Jiang."
Du Enqin looked inquiringly at Jiang Chen.
Xu Kuan and Pei Yunxi did the sa, all waiting for him to make a decision.
So people here might have experience selling goods, but certainly not in using them, though the destructive power of drugs is clear to everyone.
Watching Xia Chuchen as the drug addiction took hold, it seed like thousands of ants gnawing at him, while Jiang Chen’s expression remained unchanged.
"The drugs given to you by Mr. H?"
"They mixed drugs into the solution... thinking I wouldn’t know... but I had no choice..."
Xia Chuchen struggled to speak intermittently, veins bulging on his forehead, desperately supporting himself on the table to maintain balance, causing the black leather glove on his left hand to rub off.
"Mr. Jiang, his left hand."
Du Enqin’s sharp eyes imdiately issued a reminder.
Jiang Chen’s gaze shifted downward.
Live transplants can indeed fill defects, but they will certainly leave traces.
Xia Chuchen’s little finger on his left hand was quite peculiar, not coordinating well with the other four fingers, although not very obvious, it created a sense of discord as soon as one saw it.
Others’ belongings are always others’.
No matter how well they match, they can never pass for the real thing.
"What happened to your hand?"
"It was cut off... they perford surgery on ..."
"Mr. Jiang, such transplant surgery has severe side effects, if rejection occurs, it may even lead to life-threatening situations. Even if there are no problems now, the risk will always be there, it’s just a matter of ti, and he might constantly suffer from the pain caused by rejection; Mr. H must have been using drugs and dication to suppress the side effects of the surgery, this finger isn’t his, and he can’t keep it!"
Du Enqin stated solemnly, undoubtedly authoritative in this area.
Xu Kuan frowned upon hearing this.
Killing is but a point of decapitation.
Mr. H is just too malicious, not only planning to kill by proxy but also intending for this young man to suffer for a lifeti.
Even if the young man was vigilant and saw through Mr. H’s evil sches, it couldn’t change the fact that he was already addicted to drugs.
And that finger.
It’s not saving but harming.
If the surgery hadn’t been perford back then, now the wound would likely have healed; he’d just be missing a pinky, which wouldn’t even count as a disability in dical terms.
If it’s not the thumb, to obtain a disability certificate, you’d have to lose two fingers.
Not only Jiang Chen and others heard what Du Enqin said, but Xia Chuchen also heard it.
His eyes reddened with blood vessels, suddenly fixating on the tray left on the table after treating Xia Wanqing’s gunshot wound.
The tray contained various instrunts, tweezers, gauze, alcohol, disinfectant... and several sharp knives.
Xia Chuchen’s breathing quickened, pupils gradually contracting, as if making so kind of decision; he, who couldn’t even stand steadily, suddenly erupted with a burst of strength from sowhere, lunging toward the tray with dical instrunts. Before Jiang Chen and the others could react, he snatched a knife and gripped it tightly.
Xu Kuan imdiately took a step forward.
Jiang Chen raised his hand, and he stopped.
"Hold on a bit, I can help you find the dicine."
Du Enqin believed the other couldn’t resist the terrifying drug addiction, as he was nothing more than a child under twenty, but she clearly misunderstood Xia Chuchen’s intention in taking the knife.
If intending to commit suicide,
how could he still appear here?
He wanted to live.
Live to see his parents.
See his sister.
This was his motivation for persisting until now!
Ignoring Du Enqin, who wanted to help him find "dicine", Xia Chuchen stared at the knife in his hand, eyes flashing with a ferocity not fitting his age, holding the knife in his right hand, then placing his left hand on the table.
No hesitation.
The blade, glinting coldly, decisively raised, then decisively fell!
"Click!"
Accompanied by a chilling sound, a bloody pinky fell to the ground, followed by the equally blood-stained knife.
The overwhelming pain almost left Xia Chuchen unable to breathe, his face flushing sickly red, blood trickling from the wound, sweat pouring down his temples.
Finally.
Supporting himself on the table, stumbling and staggering, he ultimately couldn’t stand firm, falling to the ground, unconscious.
The atmosphere quieted down.
"This kid is a tough one."
Xu Kuan comnted.
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