3 Bay Street

The sharp, delicate dagger pierced into the back of An Chen's right hand, and a stream of blood gushed out immediately.

Zhang Li only saw An Chen pressing his forehead to the floor, Xu was in severe pain, his whole body was shaking violently, several bodyguards desperately held him down.

Tears blurred Zhang Li's eyes, and he lowered his eyes, sobbing silently.

"I'm just screaming, I'm very upset," Qi Si said, turning back and reaching out, a bodyguard came over with another knife, this time it wasn't a small dagger, but a shining, sharp knife.

"When you're in pain, you should shout it out and let others know, that's a good boy." Qi Si held the knife and shook it in front of An Chen, "Tell me, where should I stab it this time? "

Not far away, Zhang Li cried out in a crying voice: "Ah Chen..."

However, An Chen seemed to be dead, without any reaction.

When the knife was cut just now, the severe pain stimulated him to bite the corner of his mouth. Even taking a breath, he felt pain in his internal organs, so that he finally fell into a coma due to the pain.

"Since you don't answer, I'll just pick one at random. How about your other hand?" Qi Si stroked his finger along the edge of the blade that was glowing with cold light, narrowed his eyes, raised the blade, and Before it fell, a silver light flashed, and the knife was hit by a dart, and fell to the ground with a "pop".

Qi Si turned his head and saw that Amu jumped down from the dilapidated window with one hand propped up. Qi Si got up and retreated behind the bodyguard.

Chen Jing broke in through the back door and punched the bodyguard behind Qi Si in the face.

Han Ning came in with a cane, and saw An Chen lying on the ground quietly, motionless, with blood around him.

He anxiously wanted to pass quickly, but his left leg couldn't use too much force, and in his desperation, he staggered and fell to the ground. He crawled over with a few steps, brushed away An Chen's drooping hair, and bowed his head. Said: "Ah Chen, the fourth uncle is here..."

On the sycamore tree outside the window, there was the sound of chirping birds.

When An Chen woke up, it was already the third day.

He was lying on the hospital bed, and as soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Han Ning sitting by the bed, looking at him with gentle, slightly sad eyes.

When he moved his right hand, there was a sharp pain, and he frowned slightly.

Han Ning pressed his wrist: "I just applied the medicine, don't move around."

An Chen raised his left hand and hooked his fingers towards Han Ning.

Han Ning leaned down, An Chen stared at his worried and frowning face, and said in a low voice, "I'm fine, fourth uncle..."

Han Ning closed his eyes, pressed his forehead against his, and groped to find his left hand with his left hand. He touched the fingers gently and lingeringly, slowly tightened them, held them, and intertwined them.

Night falls.

In the abandoned factory on the secluded West Street, Qi Si was sitting on a chair. He had been severely cleaned up for three days, his face was bruised and purple, and he was in a state of embarrassment.

He looked at Chen Jing coldly.

Chen Jing sat on the window with his legs crossed, drinking milk tea while calling Han Ning.

After a while, Chen Jing put away his mobile phone and waved to Amu, as if he was going to leave.

Qi Si snorted coldly: "Is Han Ning going to let me go like this?"

"Of course not," Chen Jing turned his head and smiled at him, "But the boss said that you are not qualified to let him do it yourself, are you? Naturally someone will clean up..."