I used online loans to give gifts to the anchor, and he just said "baby"?

From the Martin boots up to the black pants, the leather jacket shone with a cold light.

Jiang Huai slowly squatted down, his eyes level with Jiang Ce's.

The latter was nervous and wanted to move to the side.

His face was pale and his voice was trembling. "Don't kill me, Ah Si, don't look at the monk's face, look at the Buddha's face. You don't want my father to wake up and know that I died in your hands."

"The old man sends the young away. Even if my father doesn't like me, I am still his biological son. His health is not good to begin with. Can you bear to see him heartbroken!?"

Seeing Jiang Huai squatting down, Jiang Ce's heart panicked even more. At this moment, he seemed to have forgotten the pain of being shot.

The most painful thing is the mental torture inflicted on him by the people in front of him.

"Asi, Asi, you and I are blood brothers, you can't do this to me, Asi."

Jiang Ce was exhausted from losing too much blood. His face was as pale as if it was covered with three pounds of flour, and his eyes were filled with fear.

Jiang Huai touched his lips with his fingertips and said softly, "Half blood relationship."

"If it weren't for this half, you would have been a corpse long ago."

The corners of his mouth widened, and his cool smile stretched out a little.

"Go to sleep, someone will come to rescue you soon."

Jiang Huai knocked Jiang Ce unconscious with a single blow. Even if Jiang Ce didn't criticize him, he couldn't hold on because of excessive bleeding and exhaustion.

Jiang Ce was caught off guard. He felt a pain in the back of his neck, his eyes rolled back, and he fell to the ground without any consciousness.

Jiang Huai pulled out a yellow tourniquet from his pocket, passed one end of the tourniquet through Jiang Ce's thigh, flipped his wrist, and tied a knot with force.

He wiped the blood stains on his hands on Jiang Ce's collar.

He stood up and left without any regrets.

A luxurious black car stopped downstairs of an unfinished building in the suburbs of Beijing.

The rear window of the vehicle slowly lowered, revealing Jiang Zhuo's bookish face.

Someone hurried to the rear window, bowed slightly, and reported, "Second Master, Master Ce is in the unfinished building, and our people are investigating the danger."

"What are you checking? Just go straight up."

Jiang Zhuo gritted his teeth. If someone hadn't specifically notified them, would they have been able to find this place so quickly?

The person who informed this news must be Jiang Huai.

Jiang Zhuo pushed open the car door and strode up to the roof.

In the blink of an eye, I reached the rooftop.

Everyone stopped.

There was a shocking red in the distance.

Even those who had experienced many storms and waves were still nervous.

Lying in a pool of blood was Jiang Ce, the eldest son of their Wangshan Society.

Who can do such a cruel thing and dare to anger the Wangshan Society? He is really courting death.

The subordinate who cleared the way for Jiang Zhuo took a step forward, squatted down, and placed his trembling fingers on Jiang Ce's neck.

I felt the warm body temperature and weak beating pulse on his neck, and sniffed his breath.

"Master Ce is still alive." The subordinate exclaimed.

"Master Ce was shot in the left leg and lost a lot of blood. There's nothing else wrong with the rest of the body. We need to remove the bullet as soon as possible."

As the subordinate spoke, he went to check Jiang Ce's injuries.

"Huh? Why is there a tourniquet on Master Ce's leg?"

Pointing at the tourniquet, his men looked at Jiang Zhuo in confusion.

Jiang Zhuo didn't even look at him. He waved his hand and another of his men ordered everyone, "Hurry up and carry Master Ce back."

After receiving the order, the people behind him hurried forward to carry Jiang Ce away.

The subordinate then asked, "Second Master, should we investigate who did this? He dared to make trouble under the yoke of the Wangshan Society. He is provoking them."

Jiang Zhuo took a cigarette out of the box with his mouth.

With the cigarette butt between his lips, he mumbled, "No, I know who it is."

"Who is it? They dared to attack Master Ce, and they have a gun. Could it be our enemies chasing us from Country Z?"

The subordinate handed the lighter to Jiang Zhuo's cigarette butt and used one hand to block the wind from the top floor.

The dark blue light of the lighter licked the scarlet cigarette butt, the air was filled with smoke, and the light smell of cigarettes was blown away by the breeze.

"Then tell me what kind of enemy would be so kind as to use a tourniquet on you after knocking you down?" Jiang Zhuo asked with narrowed eyes.

The subordinate shook his head, "Then I don't know, it can't be."