President please let go

Chapter 35 Chapter 50
The sound of fierce firefights echoed in the dilapidated factory, and there was a strong smell of gunpowder in the air. Mo Yang stiffened her back in horror, closed her fingertips, and pressed her whole body behind the stone pillar.

Two pairs of dusty leather shoes came into her peripheral vision, cold sweat dripped down Mo Yang's forehead, she bit her lower lip holding her breath.

Two wisps of white smoke floated into the air, and the burly man in black fell to Mo Yang's feet. She was shocked and wanted to get up to leave, but her legs were weak and she couldn't use her strength.

Fei Yang's sword eyebrows frowned slightly, and Xi Ze aimed his gun at the fallen man in black opposite him. After making sure that they were out of breath, he turned his attention to him.

The sharp eyes inspected every small corner, and the rising and falling chest gradually calmed down. Standing up against the cement bolt behind him, Xi Ze listened carefully to the small sound to judge whether danger was nearby.

Inadvertently, successive gunshots broke the short silence, and a fierce exchange of fire took place not far away.

Gunshots, screams, shouts, and falling to the ground, the sequence repeats itself.

Mo Yang's face had already turned pale, panting and squatting down, the bloody smell in the air made her vomit.

When the fierce gunshots slowly subsided, the solemn expression faded from Xi Ze's face, and an unruly smile hit the corner of his lips.

Exhaled from between the teeth, and blew lightly on the muzzle of the gun, Xi Ze turned his head, his concerned eyes surrounded Mo Yang who was still shivering, "It's over."

The deep and sexy voice came to my ears, and Mo Yang was still immersed in the panic, unable to recover for a long time.

Seeing that the situation was settled, Xi Ze put away the pistol, walked towards Mo Yang, and asked with a light smile, "Scared? I said it's over."

The scorching breath coming towards her face pulled Mo Yang back from deep thinking. She opened her eyes and looked up at Xi Ze's black eyes, "Are we safe?"

"Well, let's go quickly." Involuntarily grabbed Mo Yang's wrist, Xi Ze suddenly approached her ear, teasingly said: "If you are still here, you will be in trouble when the police car arrives."

A long sigh escaped from the plump lips. After such an exciting and dangerous scene just now, Mo Yang calmed down a little, "Okay, let's go."

After the words fell, a glare of cold light shot from the corner of the second floor, Mo Yang was startled suddenly, before he had time to think, he subconsciously pushed Xi Ze away with all his strength, "Get out of the way!"

The sharp and eager shouts and sudden gunshots echoed in the abandoned factory buildings, and Xi Ze felt his body lose his center of gravity and fall to one side.

In the black eyes as deep as a pool, only a horrified scene can be seen. The fast bullets passed through the air, spun through the air, and cut Mo Yang's flesh and blood, and the warm blood splashed on his face.

Panicked emotions filled the atrium, and the suffocating pain surged into the throat, and Xi Ze hurriedly caught Mo Yang's falling body.

Quickly drew out the pistol, and even lifted the eyelids. His deep eyes were full of pain and panic, and he only looked at Mo Yang. Xi Ze's face suddenly became ferocious. From the direction the bullets came from, he fired several times like venting hatred, "Bang bang bang... bang bang bang..."

After a while, I saw a man in black with bullet holes all over his body falling down from the corner of the second floor...

After hearing the news, Qiu Jun hurried upstairs with many bodyguards. The unexpected gunshots made them feel very frightened, fearing that something might happen to Xi Ze.

Unexpectedly, they saw such a scene: Xi Ze hugged Mo Yang who had been shot, and sat on the ground in a daze, his face, shoulders, and palms were all stained red with blood.

At this moment, Xi Ze's eyes were dim, her lips were trembling coldly, her tall body just tightly surrounded Mo Yang, without saying a word...

Qiu Jun was still awake, he hurriedly ordered, "Send the Second Young Master and the others to the hospital! Hurry up!"

Municipal Third Hospital
Xi Ze sat on the bench outside the operating room, with no expression on his cold and unruly face, as if he was trapped by a strong and complicated emotion.

Qiu Jun accompanied him silently, not too worried about Mo Yang's injury.

He had talked with the doctor just now, the shot hit Mo Yang's arm, it was not life-threatening, it just hurt the artery and lost a lot of blood.

On the contrary, Xi Ze, after the incident, was silent and scary.

"Second Young Master, her injury is not a problem, the doctor is suturing her wound." Qiu Jun has been with Xi Ze for so many years, and this is the first time he has seen him lose his composure.

Faced with so many wind and rain killings in the past, every time was worse than this, Xi Ze was always calm and at ease, his calm demeanor in the face of danger, and his detachment from the sidelines made people sincerely admire.

But this time, Mo Yang only suffered a little injury, and the heartless and cold-faced Yan Luo remained silent, dazed and absent-minded.

The slender fingertips slowly raised, touching the bloodstains on the side of the face, a sad smile surged on the lips, Xi Ze closed his eyes, covering up too much, too much grief and grief.

Xi Ze has rich experience, so he knows that Mo Yang is fine, but what happened today brought back the bloody memory buried deep in his heart.

On a rainy night eight years ago, at Luo's house, gunshots rang out everywhere, and there was also a person who used his body to block the bullets for Xi Ze when his life was in danger.

However, he was not as lucky as Mo Yang.

The scorching blood stained Xi Ze's clothes, and what finally lay at Xi Ze's feet was a cold body that would never wake up again.

Looking at Xi Ze's thoughtful and painful expression, Qiu Jun was about to say something, but was forced to lower his head by the sharp gaze cast from the opposite side, and whispered cowardly: "Master..."

"Go down." The dusty Luo Wentian narrowed his gloomy eyes, glanced at the surgical indicator light that was still on, and ordered majesticly.

"Yes." Qiu Jun was full of worry in his heart, but he still left here quite wisely, leaving space for their father and son to be alone.

Xi Ze clasped his hands, lowered his head, turned his eyes slightly, felt Luo Wentian's approaching anger, and sneered mockingly, "Heh..."

In the next moment, Luo Wentian grabbed the collar and swung his long arms. He angrily dragged Xi Ze from the bench, and mercilessly fell to the wall on the other side of the aisle.

It has been more than ten years, Luo Wentian has never personally taught others so aggressively.

Xi Ze didn't fight back, but hit the wall with his back and fell heavily to the ground.

Although it was painful, he persevered without even frowning.

Standing up quickly from the ground, looking at Luo Wentian with a proud look in his black eyes, he wiped away the blood from his lips with his fingertips.

Luo Wentian's tall body nimbly rushed to the corner of the wall, his elbows arched and grabbed Xi Ze's neck fiercely, and a thunderous roar burst out from his chest: "Are you trash? No woman can protect you!"

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