Master Fu’s full-level cutie fights fiercely

Shen Lu has never been patient.

Since Ning Chichi insisted on his words, he didn't bother to press any further and said coldly: "Anyone who hurts Little Xingxing should all die! It's impossible to let her go, but I can send you to accompany her!"

There is no sense of gratitude at all!

I still want to arrest her!

Ning Chichi glared at Shen Li with hatred. She should have known that this big fool never did anything. She regretted placing her bet on this big fool. She should have watched the fun just now!

But there is no use regretting now, finding a way to get out is the top priority!

Shen Lu grabbed Ning Chichi's neck and lifted her over, throwing her at the captain's feet, "Take her back and imprison her!"

"Yes."

The captain leaned over to carry Ning Chichi.

Ning Chichi took out a dagger and stabbed him fiercely. When he retreated to avoid it, she rolled to her feet.

The captain wanted to catch her, but Shen Luo's eyes darkened and he raised his hand to stop him.

Ning Chichi quickly ran to the edge of the clearing and looked back at Shen Lu, "Dashacha, remember this for my aunt! One day, my aunt will kill you with her own hands!"

After that, he jumped down.

Shen Luo's face was cold, he raised the corners of his lips disdainfully, and ordered the captain: "Send someone to follow. If you find your accomplices, leave no one behind!"

The captain said 'yes', looked at Shen Luo's bleeding shoulder, and couldn't help but say, "Master Shen, gunshot wounds must be treated in time."

Shen Li didn't say anything, but turned to look at the figure flying in the sky, his brown eyes losing their coldness and revealing a long-lost smile.

In the past three years, no one has seen a smile on Mr. Shen's face, only cold killing.

Seeing his gentle smile at this time, the captain's eyes widened in shock, and he followed his line of sight. He suddenly realized something, his heart trembled with fright, and he retreated silently.

Wudi felt that his little benefactor was not in good condition, so he flew with Mu Xing for a while and then returned.

Mu Xing touched Wudi's paw and walked up to Shen Lu, "Is there a medical kit?"

Shen Lu frowned and looked at her eagerly, "Where are you injured?"

"You were shot."

Mu Xing glanced at the gunshot wound on his shoulder and said, "Take care of the wound before setting off."

"It's a small injury, it's okay, let's go."

Shen Lu knew how eager Little Xingxing was to see Master Fu, and for him, this word of concern was enough.

But Mu Xing insisted, "Let's take care of it before leaving, so as not to cause any problems along the way."

That would only cause more trouble and waste more time.

The girl had a delicate face and looked at him with a pair of cold eyes. Shen Luo's heart trembled and he looked away, "There is a medical kit on the helicopter."

Mu Xing turned and walked towards the helicopter.

Shen Lu walked behind her, looked at her hair that was carried by the breeze, and subconsciously reached out.

The moment his fingertips were about to touch his hair, he suddenly came to his senses, quickly retracted his hand, and silently clenched it into a fist.

After getting on the helicopter, Shen Luo retrieved the medical kit, took off his shirt, and took out a sharp knife to cut the wound.

The strong smell of blood spread and invaded his nostrils.

Mu Xing frowned slightly and kept facing the window, only glancing over with his peripheral vision.

The man's exposed muscular upper body was covered with alternating old and new scars, and the gunshot wound on his shoulder had opened a bloody hole. He was reaching into the bloody hole with a pair of pliers to retrieve the bullet.

As he moved, blood kept pouring out, dyeing his cold white skin red.

He didn't seem to have used anesthesia, and there was a layer of cold sweat on his forehead, but his face remained expressionless and he didn't even frown, as if he was used to it.

Soon, a bloody bullet was taken out by him.

He threw the bullet out of the window and took out the gauze from the medical kit. Without disinfecting or suturing the wound, he directly stuffed the gauze into the blood hole, pulled off his clothes and put it on.

Simple and crude.

Mu Xing frowned, hesitated, and pressed his hand, "The wound will get infected if you do this."

Shen Li lowered his eyes and glanced at the small green-white hand on his wrist, and secretly clenched the hand holding the clothes, "It's okay, aren't you in a hurry to find Master Fu? I..."

"Not a few minutes away."

Mu Xing interrupted him, took out the disinfectant from the medical kit, removed the gauze he had stuffed into the wound, and disinfected, sutured, and bandaged him with such skillful movements that even she was surprised.

"All right."

Upon hearing the reminder, Shen Luo immediately retracted his gaze from Mu Xing and said, "Thank you."

Noticing the blood on Mu Xing's hands, he hurriedly pulled out a few more disinfectant wipes and handed them to her, "My hands are dirty, wipe them quickly!"

Mu Xing saw his panic and caution, wondering about his subtle attitude towards her, but he didn't ask anything and took the wet wipes in silence.

Shen Lu put on his clothes, put away the medical kit, started the helicopter, and rushed to Wuyou Island.

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When Zhuang Ji fled Qingyun Mountain, only a few of his subordinates were left.

This arrest operation not only failed, but also suffered heavy losses.

Frustrated, he called Boss to apologize.

On the other side of the phone, when the man heard the news that the mission had failed, veins popped out on the back of his hand holding the cane, "Trash!"

Zhuang Ji was horrified and said hurriedly: "This subordinate deserves to die! Boss, please give me one last chance! I will definitely catch the experimental subject!"

There was silence on the other side of the phone for a moment, and then the voice rang again. It had changed from violent to calm, "You don't have to worry about this matter. I have other tasks for you..."

-

Sanssouci Island.

Yuntuo held Yu Rong hostage and stood beside Master Fu.

Confronting Qiao Daishan, his expression was solemn, and his cold and hard face was dark.

Mu Xing's cute master was so terrifying that he hypnotized all of them in an instant, and even he almost fell into the trap!

The combatants are being manipulated into killing each other.

Seeing them covered in bruises and dying, yet still attacking each other like zombies, Yuntuo's anger could no longer be suppressed.

But he has to take care of Master Fu, he can't be impulsive!

Qiao Daishan has a long body and a cold expression. Human life is as devalued as an ant. Killing is just a game to him.

After playing for so long, it’s almost done.

He raised his hand and made a gesture, and the combatants who were frantically fighting each other stopped at the same time and mechanically turned to Master Fu and Yuntuo.

Yuntuo saw Qiao Daishan's intention and thrust his gun hard at Yu Rong's temple, "Don't mess around, or I'll kill her with one shot!"

Qiao Daishan curled his lower lip, indifferently and disdainfully, "I have never been threatened by anything."

Yu Rong was not surprised.

This man is cold-hearted and cold-hearted. Except for the little stupid girl, there is no one or anything in this world that he cares about at all.

She looked at Qiao Daishan calmly and smiled slightly as a farewell.

But all the combatants suddenly threw away their guns and attacked them with their bare hands.

Yu Rong's eyes trembled, and her state of mind was suddenly thrown into a small pebble, splashing water. When she looked at the man again, her face was always dull...