The Guide to the End of the World: Four Sentinels Compete for Favor

Fang Xiaoge looked down at his boots that were covered in mud and blood. Without saying a word, he sat down on the ground and took off the sock on one foot, whose original color could no longer be seen.

He came closer, pinched Lu Zhicai's fat chin, and stuffed the smelly socks into his mouth.

Ai Wanxin stood aside and let Pei Junlin help her put on two layers of masks.

"For my sacrifice today, I deserve a bravery award." Her voice was muffled by the mask and sounded quite childish.

Yin Yanhan smoothed her hair.

Zhang Huaiyuan was stunned again when he saw this scene.

Is she cheating on Xiao Shen?

Or two?!

Without time to think about it, Ai Wanxin squatted down again.

This time she didn't act up.

The knife directly cut open the flesh on Lu Zhicai's shoulder.

Lu Zhicai struggled violently, and Zhang Huaiyuan and Ade couldn't hold him down at all.

Suddenly, dozens of steel bars grew out of the cement floor, wrapping around Lu Zhicai's body like snakes and fixing him to the ground.

Zhang Huaiyuan and Ade were so scared that they fell on their buttocks: "What, what is this?"

Ai Wanxin poked at the cut with scissors and said, "I don't know. Come and feel it. Is it a bullet?"

Zhang Huaiyuan's eyes widened: "Me?"

Ai Wanxin nodded and pointed at one of the wounds with the tip of the scissors: "Put your hand in and feel around. If it's a bullet, take it out."

Zhang Huaiyuan looked at Ai Wanxin's flickering eyes and crawled back to Lu Zhicai with a dead heart.

He glanced at the medicine cabinet.

Ai Wanxin laughed and threw him an alcohol cotton ball.

"Wipe it, in case it gets infected with bacteria." Ai Wanxin said kindly.

Zhang Huaiyuan originally wanted gloves, but now he knew he would not get them, so he had to wipe his right hand carefully with an alcohol cotton ball.

Then an alcohol cotton ball would definitely not be able to disinfect thoroughly, and he had no choice but to pray to God for help and tremblingly inserted his index finger into Lu Zhicai's wound.

He endured the strange warm and slippery touch, stretched his index finger downwards as far as he could, and suddenly there was a cheer on the ground: "I touched it!"

Ai Wanxin nodded: "Take it out if you find it."

It was almost impossible to take out the bullet with one finger, so Zhang Huaiyuan had to put his middle finger in again.

However, the wound was not that big.

In order to reach the bullet, Zhang Huaiyuan had to squeeze in hard.

With his mouth stuffed with smelly socks and his body confined by steel bars, Lu Zhicai's eyes bulged out and he made a dying sound of "Mmm-Mmm" from his throat.

Zhang Huaiyuan was sweating profusely. He gritted his teeth and reached inside. Suddenly he said hesitantly, "Why is the bullet still moving inside?"

Ai Wanxin's brows tightened: "Did you put the bullet inside?"

Zhang Huaiyuan was stunned: "No, no, no——"

"I'm telling you, the bullet is stuck in his tendons. His arm might be broken. How are you going to explain this to his parents?"

At this moment, Zhang Huaiyuan just wanted to kill himself.

Please, let him go back half an hour ago, he would definitely not say a word.

He pulled his bloody finger out of Lu Zhicai's wound, and blood was dripping from his fingertips.

Zhang Huaiyuan shook his head repeatedly: "Wanxin, uncle really can't reach it, this bullet will move away by itself..."

"No way. You're already over fifty years old. How come you can't even pull out a bullet?"

"Look, they are in their twenties and they are capable. Aren't you too old and useless?" Ai Wanxin looked at Ade and gave him an encouraging look.

Ade's glasses were covered with fog. He shook his head vigorously: "I can't do it. I'm useless."

"Don't you want to go down the mountain?" Ai Wan asked sinisterly.

Ade, a young man in his twenties, pursed his lips and cried.

He completely forgot about disinfection and sterilization, and stretched out two fingers and inserted them into Lu Zhicai's wound.

"Hey? Good... I think I touched it..." Ade looked at Ai Wanxin in surprise.

Ai Wanxin nodded at him: "Not bad, young man, then pick it out."

Encouraged, Ade immediately became more confident and put all his strength into digging out the bullet.

Lu Zhicai was tortured by them, his eyes rolled up, and a gasping sound came from his throat. He seemed to be soaked in blood and sweat.

Ai Wanxin glanced at Yin Yanhan.

After receiving her signal, Yin Yanhan slowly stepped aside, and the bullet finally stopped running.

"I picked it out!" Ade pinched a yellow bullet head between two fingers, raised it above his head like a trophy, and showed it proudly to everyone.

"That's great. There are still two. You take a break and you come over." Ai Wanxin greeted the middle-aged man.

The man was stunned. Why was he still involved?

The couple supported each other and retreated. Pei Junlin put his arm around the man's shoulders and led him forward without saying anything: "The head of the family must take responsibility."

The man looked at him in embarrassment: "Boss Pei, I can't do this. I faint at the sight of blood."

Pei Junlin was a little surprised: "Do you know me?"

The man smiled and said, "I am Meng Youliang from Meng's Real Estate. I met you at a cocktail party before."

Pei Junlin suddenly realized: "Isn't this just a coincidence? Don't be afraid. You won't faint after seeing blood fainting twice."

Meng Youliang shook his head vigorously and refused to move forward. He could see clearly from the side that this woman named Wanxin was deliberately torturing Lu Zhicai.

She asked me to get involved, obviously wanting to drag me down with her, so that she wouldn't kill someone and I would go and tell the Lu family about it.

He didn't want to wade into this muddy water.

"Let me do it." A beautiful voice came from the side.

The short-haired girl stepped out from the shadows.

Meng Youliang said anxiously: "You little kid shouldn't get involved in adult affairs."

Mother Meng quickly stepped forward and grabbed her daughter's arm: "Wenzhu, this blood is so bad, you can't stand it, stop making trouble."

Meng Wenzhu shook her head, pushed her mother's hand away, walked over to Ai Wanxin and squatted down.

"I'll do it," she said firmly.

Ai Wanxin picked up a pair of gloves for her from the medicine box: "This guy doesn't look clean. What if he has syphilis or AIDS? If he gets it, his life will be ruined."

Zhang Huaiyuan and Ade, who were standing by, looked at their hands covered in blood in a daze, and hurriedly got up to find water to wash their hands.

Meng Wenzhu put on her gloves and hesitated for a moment: "Should I use my hands too?"

Ai Wanxin smiled and said, "If you want to use your hands, I won't stop you."

Meng Wenzhu looked at her gratefully, took out a pair of long tweezers from the medicine box, fiddled with the other two wounds for a while, and pulled out both bullets.

Ai Wanxin waved to Zhang Huaiyuan and Ade who were standing in the distance.

The two of them had no choice but to come closer again.

She brushed her right hand across Lu Zhicai's wound, and a small flame ignited on the wound.

Lu Zhicai, who had already fainted from the pain, suddenly twitched and let out a desperate cry.

The air was filled with the smell of roasted pork belly.

However, neither of them dared to ask.

Ai Wanxin kindly introduced: "Do you know the relative of electrocoagulation hemostasis, fire coagulation hemostasis?"

The two nodded woodenly.

Whatever, you might as well kill him.