Surprise! Whose little green tea is 1.9 meters tall?

Chi Qinghe quickly grabbed the handle, and when Gong Baiqi lowered his body to avoid the attack from his right hand, he bent his arm and thrust the knife forward.

Just as it was about to pierce into the abdomen and pull out the intestines, Gong Baiqi blocked it again!

He used the strength of both hands to press down quickly, causing Chi Qinghe's wrist bones to go numb.

Gong Boqi took this opportunity and snatched the knife away.

"Click——"

The blades met and slid down, making a harsh and uncomfortable scraping sound.

Chi Qinghe took two steps back and got a short rest.

His expression remained unchanged. After quickly calculating Gong Boqi's weakness in his mind, he rushed forward again.

After both sides had weapons, the situation on the battlefield suddenly became serious.

They all gave up their tentative thoughts and started to take real action.

In the blink of an eye, both of them were injured.

Chi Qinghe cut his leg with a knife, and Gong Baiqi cut his arm in return.

The bright red blood mixed with the boiling fighting spirit blurred their eyes. The two men were like trapped beasts fighting wantonly on the battlefield. Their eyes were red, and the pain of the wounds was blocked outside by the conquest and hatred in their minds, and they could not feel it at all.

Until the last knife broke due to the high-intensity attack, they began to fight in simple hand-to-hand combat.

His fists smashed into the flesh and bones, and soon they were covered in blood.

Chi Qinghe was pinched by the neck and pressed against the gray and white wall one second, and kicked out the next second. Gong Baiqi was clamped instead, with his arms locked and pressed against the wall made of beer boxes.

The wine bottle swayed, making a crisp clinking sound.

The battle between the two also entered a white-hot stage.

"Bang!"

The door behind him was kicked open.

Gong Huasui broke into the warehouse, and his heart almost stopped when he saw the scene inside.

He rushed forward without thinking, pulled the two men who were blood-thirsty apart, and hugged Chi Qinghe, who was covered in blood.

Assistant Dong and the bodyguard following behind him also quickly intervened and helped the equally embarrassed Gong Boqi up from the ground.

Chi Qinghe was still furious and struggled frantically, trying to break out of Gong Huasui's arms and punch Gong Baiqi hard in the face.

"Let me go! I want to..."

Gong Huasui deliberately let out a painful groan, and Chi Qinghe was instantly comforted and stopped struggling immediately.

He rolled his swollen, bloodshot eyeballs and stopped at Gong Huasui's face.

Seeing that he was shaking constantly and his mouth was puffed up with pain, Chi Qinghe hurriedly apologized, but his voice was too hoarse and too low. Gong Huasui could only see his pale lips opening and closing, but could not hear any sound.

"Don't say sorry to me... Qinghe..."

After one hour.

In the central living room of the Gong family's old house.

Gong Shimu looked at Gong Boqi who was covered in bandages on his left, then looked at Chi Qinghe who was surrounded by doctors and bandaged on his right, and took a deep breath.

"What the hell is going on? Were you guys robbed? Why are you guys so badly injured?"

Dong Zhu hesitated to speak, not knowing how to start.

Just as she was about to hide the fact that Gong Huasui was shot and miraculously resurrected, and recount the whole story, Chi Qinghe finished treating his injuries and stood up from his seat.

All bodyguards immediately went on alert.

When they went over there, they clearly saw that the brothers who were supposed to follow behind Gong Boqi to protect him were beaten black and blue, their clothes were stripped off, their mouths were stuffed, and they couldn't even shout for help.

This Chi Qinghe is even more brutal than the kidnappers in the mountains!

Chi Qinghe didn't know what these people were thinking. He just saw that it was too late and was in a hurry to go home.

"Gong Huasui, I'll take him away."

He pulled the person, nodded to Gong Shimu, and walked out without looking at Gong Boqi the whole time.

Gong Shimu said, "Why don't we stay here? It's not convenient to go back so late."

"No, cherish your life."

Chi Qinghe politely refused, ignoring Gong Shimu's suddenly gloomy expression, and turned away.

Gong Shimu walked the two of them out for a few steps, then came back and saw Gong Boqi sitting motionless in the living room, so he asked directly.

"You're playing Sui Sui again."

Not a question, but an affirmation.

Because he knew that Chi Qinghe would only go so crazy if Sui Sui was injured.

"I killed him, and then he came back to life. Do you believe it?"

When saying this, Gong Boqi was even smiling, as if he didn't think there was anything wrong with him at all, and there was an inexplicable expectation in his tone.

What to expect?

Gong Shimu's eyelids were half-closed, and he clenched his fists hanging at his sides, his nails digging into his flesh, almost pinching it to bleed, before he could barely suppress the rage in his heart.

He tried his best to keep his tone calm.

"Are you kidding?"

Gong Baiqi raised his eyelids, glanced at him indifferently, and did not make any answer.

Gong Shimu had already gotten the answer. He raised his hands and clapped them, clearly a gesture of celebration, but the words that came out of his mouth were extremely cold.

"Uncle San, if you really can't change your habit of abusing others, I can help you..."