The King of Close Soldiers of the Beauty President

Ye Zhibing smiled and said, "Yes, Sun Chengyi, we meet again."

Sun Chengyi immediately changed his tone, and said respectfully: "Mr. Ye, you are here to complete what third uncle ordered, right?"

Ye Zhibing nodded, "I'm here to find out about the situation."

The black crew neck shirt on the side was surprised and asked Sun Chengyi: "Director Sun, do you know this kid?"

Sun Chengyi was also surprised, "You have seen him before."

The black crew-neck shirt nodded, "In the afternoon, he wanted to come to our construction site to steal things, but we found out."

Sun Chengyi didn't understand what was going on, Ye Zhibing shouldn't go to the construction site to steal things, right?

So he asked Ye Zhibing: "Are you stealing from us?"

Ye Zhibing smiled faintly, "Director Sun, do you believe what he said?"

Sun Chengyi thought for a while, Ye Zhibing should not be like this, maybe the black crew neck shirt made a wrong judgment, so he said: "I don't think you will."

Ye Zhibing said, "Okay, let's stop here. You can't kill this monk."

Sun Chengyi was very dissatisfied. He finally knocked down this ferocious monk. If he didn't take advantage of his injury and kill him in one go, wouldn't he be making trouble?
"Mr. Ye, what do you mean? This is something that Uncle San agreed to."

Ye Zhibing glanced sideways at Master Dong's injury, saw that he was bleeding a lot and needed to deal with the wound as soon as possible, otherwise he was afraid that there would be some danger, so he said in a very strong tone: "Third Uncle agrees, Third Uncle agrees, is Third Uncle the emperor?" This life is at stake, I advise you, take your people and leave immediately, otherwise you will be in trouble."

Sun Chengyi killed Master Dong with one shot just now, and now he thinks that no matter how powerful Ye Zhibing is, can he be stronger than his own gun?

He also responded forcefully: "Mr. Ye, this matter has nothing to do with you, you better leave it alone, otherwise my gun doesn't have eyes."

Seeing Sun Chengyi threatening him so blatantly, Ye Zhibing chuckled, "You're right, a gun doesn't have eyes, so it's uncertain who will be killed by the gun."

Sun Chengyi thought that he had the gun in his hand, so of course he listened to himself, so he was no longer afraid of Ye Zhibing, "What a joke. I'll kill this stinky monk right now for you to see."

After finishing speaking, he pretended to aim at Uncle Dong's back, waiting for Ye Zhibing to make a move. If Ye Zhibing made a move, he would turn his gun and shoot at Ye Zhibing without hesitation.

Ye Zhibing saw that Sun Chengyi raised his gun and aimed at Uncle Dong's back, as if about to shoot, and warned: "Sun Chengyi, if you don't know how to play with a gun, don't play with it. Be careful and risk your own life. I am now sternly I warn you, put down the gun, and then lead the people to retreat, otherwise no one can guarantee that you will survive tonight."

Sun Chengyi was furious, and immediately turned his gun on Ye Zhibing and pulled the trigger.

boom!
A gunshot, the sound was very crisp, echoed in the mountains in front of Nanshan Temple, startled the birds to leave the branches.

However, after the gunshot rang out, everyone did not see Ye Zhibing fall to the ground, but Sun Chengyi screamed.

It turned out that Ye Zhibing moved quickly, not only dodged the bullet, but also inserted a switchblade in his hand directly into Sun Chengyi's wrist.

It's really a white knife in and a red knife out.

Ye Zhibing also sneered and picked up the pistol Sun Chengyi dropped on the ground, blew on the hot muzzle, and said to the screaming Sun Chengyi: "I said it earlier, if you don't know how to play with guns, don't play."

Sun Chengyi held the wrist with a switchblade stuck in it, unable to speak due to the pain.

The black crew-neck shirt and the rest of the thugs were stunned. There was someone who attacked so viciously, even worse than them.

Seeing the bloody, trembling switchblade on Sun Chengyi's wrist, none of them dared to step forward to help pull out the knife.

Ye Zhibing turned his head and glanced at Master Dong. Seeing that the situation was getting worse, he didn't care about the thugs, and scolded them, "Hurry up, do you want to eat peanuts?"

Seeing that Ye Zhibing had a gun in his hand, the thugs were too frightened to answer. They supported Sun Chengyi and fled in embarrassment.

Seeing that these guys were gone, Ye Zhibing stepped forward to help Master Dong, lifted his monk robe, and checked his wounds.

The wound was bloody and bloody, and the size of the wound could not be seen clearly, so he had to stop the bleeding quickly and take out the bullet.

The little monk also walked over with tears in his eyes, looked at the weak Master Dong, held Master Dong's hand, and cried, "Uncle, don't die, don't die."

Ye Zhibing comforted the young monk and said: "He won't die, don't worry, go back to the kitchen and boil water, I'll help you treat the wound for uncle."

The little monk agreed, turned around and ran back to the temple to boil water in the kitchen.

Ye Zhibing picked up Master Dong sideways, took him back to the temple, and put him on a bed in a room near the kitchen.

While boiling the water, the little monk ran over from time to time to take a look at Master Dong. He was really worried about Master Dong's safety.

Ye Zhibing could also understand the little monk's mind.

The abbot is in seclusion, and he is completely dependent on Master Dong to take care of him. If Master Dong has any accident, he will be alone and helpless.

After the water was boiled, Ye Zhibing ordered the young monk to bring hot water in a basin, clean towels and knives.

Ye Zhibing first washed the wound with warm boiled water, and then used the flame of a candle to disinfect the knife. He told Master Dong to be strong and endure the pain, so that he would use the knife to pick out the bullets.

Fortunately, Ye Zhibing was very experienced in treating wounds, so he quickly picked out the bullets and bandaged the wound.

When Uncle Dong fell into a deep sleep, the little monk asked Ye Zhibing if Uncle Dong was okay.

Ye Zhibing said with a smile: "Don't worry, your uncle won't die. What you need to pay attention to now is to take good care of him and give him good food to ensure nutrition."

The little monk nodded again and again, "Okay, thank you benefactor, I will bring all the good things in the temple to my uncle."

Ye Zhibing praised the little monk, "You are such a good and filial boy."

The little monk said: "Because it was my uncle who was kind to me first, so I have to take good care of my uncle."

Seeing that Uncle Dong had fallen asleep, Ye Zhibing came to the kitchen with the young monk.

He felt that the young monk might not be very good at cooking because of his young age, so he wanted to help.

But to Ye Zhibing's surprise, the little monk is very skilled in cooking. Although they are all vegetarian dishes, they look good after cooking and taste good.

"Little master, who did you learn your cooking skills from?"

Ye Zhibing took a sip of the little monk's dish and asked him with a smile.

The little monk replied honestly: "My uncle taught me."

Ye Zhibing said with emotion: "Your uncle is really capable. He is very capable. He is also good at cooking and he has taught a good apprentice."

The little monk smiled shyly, and then said worriedly: "My uncle is sleeping now, when will I wake up to eat?"

Ye Zhibing comforted the young monk and said, "Don't worry. After your uncle rests and regains his strength, he can eat."

"Bless the Bodhisattva, let my uncle get well soon." The little monk prayed devoutly.