What Uncle said is true!
He actually ca to Hong Kong Island!
Zhu Qiushui's face instantly turned pale, her red lips trembling slightly, and even her voice was shaking. In the mont she opened her mouth, her voice was sharp, "Protect !"
Song Guanchao's smile was so deceiving, and this was a hospital.
He called Zhu Qiushui so affectionately; no matter how you looked at it, the two seed like longti friends.
It wasn't until Song Guanchao was three ters away and heard Zhu Qiushui's voice that the two bodyguards suddenly reacted.
They reached for their guns imdiately.
At the mont they drew their guns, Lu Feng and two others charged forward.
Lu Feng controlled Zhu Qiushui, while Li Zhijun and another person took control of one of the bodyguards.
The other bodyguard had just grasped his gun's handle when Song Guanchao was already in front of him, punching toward his face.
The man scread, covered his face, and bowed his head. He was then grabbed from the back of the head and slamd downward while a knee struck his face hard.
A teeth-chilling cracking sound echoed, his eyebrow and nose bones shattered, spraying blood everywhere.
"That's Zhu Qiushui?"
In the car, Qu Xiangru saw Song Guanchao easily subdue the bodyguard, noticed the frightened color drain from Zhu Qiushui's face, and lightly raised an eyebrow.
She hadn't co to Hong Kong Island with high hopes.
Though Hong Kong Island wasn't big, it was still a city.
Finding a person in a city is akin to finding a needle in a haystack.
Yet Song Guanchao had just landed and found Zhu Qiushui's location.
The process of capturing her was so relaxed and free.
What seed impossible to her was resolved effortlessly by him.
Whether Qu Xiangru was willing to admit it or not, half the credit indeed belongs to Song Guanchao.
As she got out of the car to walk over, Zhu Qiushui's adjacent car door suddenly opened from the inside.
A man around twenty-seven or twenty-eight jumped out, unexpectedly wrapping his arm around her neck.
Imdiately, a gun was pressed to her forehead.
"Let Miss Zhu go!"
The man demanded loudly.
Song Guanchao and the others looked over to see Qu Xiangru being held at gunpoint by the man.
However, there was not a trace of panic on her face, nor did she scream.
Song Guanchao glanced at the man, unhurriedly squatting down and picking up a gun.
Then, in front of the man, he stomped hard on the bodyguard's head.
He gradually increased the pressure with his foot, grinding the bodyguard's head.
While grinding, he checked the gun.
The magazine was fully loaded.
The man holding Qu Xiangru hostage, seeing no reaction from them, shouted loudly, "I told you to let Miss Zhu go!"
He fiercely pressed the gun against Qu Xiangru's head again: "If you don't, I'll shoot!"
"Alright."
Song Guanchao smiled, "Go ahead."
The man was incredulous.
This guy doesn't care about his companion's life?
Song Guanchao walked forward with a smile, apologizing to Qu Xiangru, "Miss Qu, sorry about this. It's hard to catch Zhu Qiushui, can't let her go, you'll just have to sacrifice a bit."
Qu Xiangru's lips twitched slightly, letting out a hum.
She couldn't tell how much truth there was in what this bastard was saying and was too lazy to respond.
"Bastard, don't co closer!" The man shouted as he ca nearer.
But no matter how much he shouted, Song Guanchao didn't stop.
"Go ahead, shoot her dead, and I'll shoot you, hurry up, don't waste ti."
Song Guanchao's words put a lot of pressure on him.
This person really seed not to care about his companion's life at all.
"Do you think I won't shoot?"
He gritted his teeth and fired, aiming at Qu Xiangru's stomach.
"Bang!"
When he pulled the trigger, Qu Xiangru pushed him hard, narrowly deflecting the bullet ant for her abdon.
But she didn't completely dodge it.
The bullet grazed her waist, leaving a trail of blood.
At the mont he shot, Song Guanchao hurled a gun at him, hitting the man's head with precision.
The man's head spun dizzily from the hit. As his pupils refocused, he saw Song Guanchao right in front of him.
In the next second, a barrage of punches rained on his face.
In just a few breaths, the man was beaten into unconsciousness, looking swollen like a pig's head.
Song Guanchao tossed him into the car and turned, saying, "Throw them all into the car."
Lu Feng and the others threw the other two bodyguards into the car too.
"Zhijun, Big Soldier, drive this car and find a place to deal with them."
"Understood."
Li Zhijun and another man imdiately drove off, taking the three bodyguards away.
Song Guanchao supported Qu Xiangru, lifted her clothes, and upon seeing the bullet-grazed wound below her chest, imdiately took off his shirt and wrapped her slender waist to stop the bleeding.
"Luckily, it's not a serious wound."
"Madman, drive."
The group got into the car. Zhu Qiushui appeared quite pale; the injury at the waist wasn't severe, but this kind of superficial wound was the most painful.
She held her wound, lying sideways on the seat.
Passing by a pharmacy, Song Guanchao had Lu Feng go buy so dicine.
Song Guanchao simply disinfected her in the car, sprinkled a layer of dicinal powder, and then wrapped it with gauze.
They didn't go to a hotel but arrived at a six-story residence.
The alley was narrow, filled with foreigners; Black or local people were squatting on street corners, drinking and smoking, spewing foul language.
The car stopped under one of the buildings. Song Guanchao opened the car door and scooped Qu Xiangru up by the waist.
Qu Xiangru felt a little uneasy, frowned, "I can walk myself."
Song Guanchao, unwilling to argue, didn't look back and said, "Madman, bring her up."
They entered the stairs, going all the way up to the fourth floor. It had a password lock; Song Guanchao entered the code and kicked the door open.
The house was small but had many rooms—four rooms in total, yet less than a hundred square ters in total area.
The interior was diocre, styled like early 2000s decor.
Song Guanchao put her on the sofa and said, "Rest up a bit."
At this mont, Lu Feng also brought Zhu Qiushui up.
Zhu Qiushui was pale, no longer feeling as anxious or panicked.
She knew she was done for.
She had heard from Lu Zhizhong about Song Guanchao's capabilities; having been caught by him, she surely wouldn't be able to escape.
Lu Feng didn't use violence nor did he cause trouble for her.
After locking the door, Lu Feng pulled out a chair and sat at the coffee table.
Song Guanchao turned to Zhu Qiushui, "Miss Zhu, don't be so reserved, make yourself at ho, relax a bit."
He patted the sofa, "Co, sit and talk."
Zhu Qiushui brushed aside her ssy hair, tidied up her disorderly clothes, set her hands on the sides of her waist and pants, and sat down calmly.
She looked at Song Guanchao fearlessly, "I know why you caught , but I can tell you that capturing is useless."
"Secretary Lu won't give up his plan because of ."
"If you're thinking about using to force Secretary Lu to comply, I advise you to give up."
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