Shan Mingxu furrowed his brows; this kind of injury wasn’t fatal.
But Su Xiaong was pampered by her little uncle; such injuries were trivial for soldiers or rcenaries, but for her?
What if the wound got infected...
Shan Mingxu took a deep breath and looked at Han Tan,
"I’m not here to make trouble for you. You wouldn’t want to face off with in such a chaotic situation, right?"
"..."
Han Tan said nothing, waiting for what he had to say.
"Since you know my little aunt, you wouldn’t want her and the kids to get hurt either. At least in this regard, we have the sa goal. How about a temporary truce?"
"Can I trust what you say?"
Han Tan asked coldly, staring at him.
Shan Mingxu closed his eyes. Normally, the mission always took priority but now, the lives of his little aunt and younger siblings were right in front of him.
For Shan Mingxu, nothing was more important than their safety at the mont.
"You can!"
He said seriously, "I’m a soldier."
Han Tan rely snorted coldly, clearly unimpressed by Shan Mingxu’s resolute admission.
"You—"
Anger welled up in Shan Mingxu, but he ultimately suppressed it without losing his temper.
He put Shuangshuang and Huang Huang down.
"Brother Lang..."
Shuangshuang called out to him, Shan Mingxu pressed his lips and said to her,
"I’m Brother Mingxu, not Brother Minglang."
"Ah! Brother Mingxu..."
Shuangshuang covered her mouth in surprise!
The three adults there were amused by her little gesture.
Amidst the terrifying attack of gunfire and chaos, only the innocent minds of children could be quickly distracted.
Huang Huang furrowed his brows, constantly staring at Su Xiaong’s bloodied right foot, wanting to say sothing but not knowing what.
Xiao ng saw this, hurriedly squatted down and spoke to Huang Huang,
"You see, Mommy ran too fast with you earlier, so I got hurt. So, you and your sister have to watch where you walk and run in the future, understand?"
"Mom, does it hurt?"
"Hmm, a bit, but not too much."
Su Xiaong gestured a "little bit" with her fingers, lightly laughed, and patted Prince Huang’s head.
Han Tan squatted down, pulled open his suit pants, took out a small roll of bandages and a Swiss knife from the pouch strapped to his leg.
"Sit down."
Su Xiaong nodded and sat down on the spot, Han Tan kneeled on one knee, lifted her foot onto his other raised knee,
He pulled out a lighter from his coat, sterilized the knife, and glanced at Su Xiaong,
"Bear it."
Su Xiaong quickly took a deep breath and closed her eyes; she could feel Han Tan using the knife to remove the shell lodged in her flesh.
Soon, the shell was extracted!
Su Xiaong’s teeth were chattering, but she didn’t make a sound.
Han Tan glanced at her, noticing she was far more formidable than he imagined.
He wrapped Su Xiaong’s foot with gauze.
"Where are your shoes?"
"I was wearing high heels, how could I run in them?"
Su Xiaong sighed.
Han Tan didn’t say anything further.
Su Xiaong, with a rather ordinary face, was certainly attractive, but not stunning.
Her na was common, intelligence was common, studies were common, thinking was common...
Seemingly everything was ordinary...
Yet at critical monts, she often amazed, impressed, and sotis startled.
During the incident, she decisively discarded her heels, decisively grabbed her children, decisively moved with the densest crowd...
She was far more rational and agile than most people.
But normally... she didn’t give people that impression.
"Look, isn’t Uncle Han Tan’s bandaging good?"
Su Xiaong gently smiled at Prince Huang, raising her foot for the little one to see.
Prince Huang crouched, reaching out to touch Su Xiaong’s foot.
Xiao ng’s expression was gentle but serious, she also reached out to pat Prince Huang’s head again...
At this mont, Han Tan seed to understand where her decisiveness and reason ca from.
A mother... is always great.
Even though Han Tan had never felt this so-called great love.
"Thank you!"
Xiao ng said to Han Tan.
Han Tan exhaled; halfway through the exhale, he suddenly froze!
"What’s wrong?"
Su Xiaong asked, instinctively looking up, and then saw two foreign n wielding submachine guns, one pointing at Shan Mingxu, the other at her.
"Who!"
One of the n shouted sharply, questioning Han Tan.
Han Tan quickly got up and said to them,
"My friends."
The two foreign n squinted, looking at Han Tan suspiciously.
Xiao ng understood; Han Tan was indeed one of these terrorists.
At that mont, she wasn’t sure whether to cry or laugh.
He looked like a terrorist, and indeed he was one...
But had she not known this terrorist, had Shuangshuang not shown friendliness to him once, they would probably have been corpses by now.
What will Han Tan do?
Su Xiaong felt helpless, forced to pin her last hopes on Han Tan.
Yet, more urgent than the situation of her and the children was Shan Mingxu.
Han Tan and Shan Mingxu were opposed, and now there were two terrorists here; "negotiating this" was truly not an option.
If Shan Mingxu was searched and found carrying a gun, he would likely be shot in the head without hesitation.
Not being one of them and carrying a weapon—in matters of life and death, even if there were connections, they wouldn’t necessarily spare him.
Shuangshuang and Huang Huang stared wide-eyed at the two fierce foreign n—
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