In this confined space, Song Qiao also didn’t know what ti it was now, nor did she know how long she had been missing or how Lu Jingchen was doing.
Do they already know that I’ve been missing and kidnapped here?
And is Chu Munan safe now? Is everything okay?
"Qiaoqiao..." Just as she was in a daze, Xu Qian’s voice suddenly ca from behind her.
Song Qiao imdiately snapped back to reality, quickly returned to Xu Qian’s side, and seeing Xu Qian’s increasingly pale face, her heart tightened. She gently supported her, letting her lean against her to rest a bit, and comforted her, "Mom, I borrowed so dicine from them. I’ll treat your wounds later. They won’t do anything to us for now. Can you rest for a bit later?"
Xu Qian closed her eyes for a mont, then opened them again, feeling a bit better, and continued speaking to Song Qiao, "I’m fine, but you, they’re targeting you this ti and might do sothing to harm you. If that’s the case, when you get the chance, escape and get back to Jingchen..."
Song Qiao bit her lip, feeling deeply troubled inside.
Whether it’s Chu Munan, Xu Qian, or others around her, they always worry about her safety, thinking of her first.
Yet, they disregard their own safety.
...
What Song Qiao and the others didn’t know was that those people boldly took them to a well-known villa district in An City.
The villa has three floors in total, but the place where Song Qiao and Xu Qian were held was the basent, which is why it had no windows, only one door.
Eearlier, the two n who were guarding Song Qiao and Xu Qian went directly to the first-floor living room and spoke to the man sitting on the sofa gritting his teeth while treating his wound, "Boss, the wound on that old woman’s forehead hasn’t been treated yet. The young woman just now asked to take so dicine to them. Should I?"
The man addressed as "boss" appeared sowhat young, about thirty years old. His facial features were not ordinary, and he was quite handso. His wheat-colored skin added a masculine charm to him.
Upon hearing his subordinate’s words, the man paused his action of digging out the bullet lodged in his arm, his expression cold and sowhat grim.
After thinking for a mont, he nodded, "The dical kit is over there. Give them so necessary dicine, but don’t give them too much."
He now knew Xu Qian’s identity. She was the sister of the famous Commander Xu of the army, a fact he only found out last night.
And the woman who paid them to kidnap Song Qiao never told them this, which made him very dissatisfied and annoyed, feeling like he’d been deceived.
So, he was beginning to regret taking this job.
Tan Shuya had offered them five million, which was why they accepted it. They originally thought it would be very simple, but didn’t expect that due to their negligence and that woman’s concealnt, not only did he lose so n, but he also got injured and ended up provoking the famous Commander Xu of the army.
The subordinate imdiately responded and directly walked over to a nearby table, picked up the dical kit, and found so necessary dicine. He then saw his boss lowering his head to treat his wound again. After so thought, he stepped forward and asked, "Boss, do you need to help you?"
The man looked up at him, his gaze indifferent, answering with a question, "Do you know how?"
The man in black quickly shook his head, honestly replying, "I don’t."
The man imdiately sneered, "What can you help with? Make my injury worse?"
The man in black was speechless, thinking, "Boss, you misunderstood . I was just trying to help you treat your wound."
The man ignored him further, spitting out, "Get out."
The man in black imdiately responded, "Yes, boss, I’m leaving now."
Although he was the boss, many outside were terrified upon hearing his na, he treated his subordinates like brothers. They often joked with each other normally.
So, it was no wonder that man dared to act so wantonly.
He lowered his head, carefully using the forceps to try and remove the bullet embedded in his arm. He had already cut open the wound a bit with a scalpel. He had learned a little bit of dicine before, and if it weren’t for what happened back then, he wouldn’t have gone down this road. Perhaps he would have been an ordinary doctor now.
But since he had already embarked on this path, there was no turning back. Both fate and reality were pushing him to continue forward.
The forceps touched the bullet, and the man endured the pain from his arm, gritting his teeth, steeling his heart as he clamped the bullet, pulling it out forcefully. As he did, he felt as if his nerves were being tugged, making him break out in a sweat as veins bulged on his forehead, groaning in pain.
The bullet was tossed into a nearby basin, producing a crisp sound. Looking down, he could see the bullet covered in blood, the scarlet liquid spreading out in the basin.
He had many subordinates who had been with him for many years, but none knew dicine since most of them were orphans who, at most, graduated high school or middle school.
Thus, among them, he had the highest level of education.
Initially, they were just a few people together, and at that ti they were just ordinary assassins. Later, conflicts arose among them, and he used his skills and intelligence to ascend to the boss’s position.
Clenching his teeth, he picked up so dicine, sprinkling it on the wound, which brought a searing pain, causing him to grit his teeth even more tightly. He then picked up so gauze, wrapping it around the wound layer by layer.
Perhaps due to the location of the injury, after finishing bandaging, he looked at his handiwork, inexplicably feeling it was really ugly.
"Boss, it’s that woman’s phone call." Just as he was discontentedly looking at his bandaged arm, soone hurriedly descended holding a phone.
The man turned his head imdiately, his face slipping back into an expressionless state, exuding an icy aura as he took the phone and put it to his ear.
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