The Proud Life of Rebirth

Mo Shaokun nodded, and he swallowed with some difficulty. At this moment, he felt so cold, as if the blood in his whole body had froze, and he didn't know how long he could hold on.

He didn't want to die, it would be too embarrassing to die in this way!

"No! People from Gong Qi's family will definitely see through your identity if they want to treat you, and they will kill you as well!" Zhao Rui firmly refused.

Mo Shaokun shook his head and said: "No... no, you... have you forgotten what the boss said? My... our mission is... to destroy all the plans of the mysterious organization... ...Plan, since now...it is known that the mysterious organization is supporting...Kuroishi Inayasu, then...then I can...can take advantage of this to...talk to...with Minako Miyazaki."

"You want to ask Gong Qi's family to save you at the cost of helping Minako Miyazaki, and by the way, you can use this to destroy the plan of the mysterious forces?"

Mo Shaokun nodded: "Yeah...one...kill two birds with one stone...why not do it?"

Zhao Rui frowned slightly, as if he was considering whether this matter was feasible.

After a while, he shook his head and said, "No! This will not work at all! We have no right to make a decision on this matter, we must get the consent of the boss."

Mo Shaokun rolled his eyes and said: "I...I mean I support her myself, this...this is my...my private behavior, it has nothing to do with...you, no...you don't need the boss's consent, just... ...Even if something happens, it's my...my own responsibility."

"You yourself?!" Zhao Rui looked at Mo Shaokun stupidly.

"Can you help Miyazaki Minako to the top?" He asked again.

Mo Shaokun nodded.

Seeing that Zhao Rui wanted to say something else, he said, "Don't...don't fucking talk nonsense, trust me. You...you keep talking nonsense, I...I'm going to...die. "

Zhao Rui hesitated. To be honest, he didn't believe that Mo Shaokun could help Minako Miyazaki on his own. In his opinion, this matter was too risky. If Minako Miyazaki didn't believe him, then he There is only one dead end!

But Zhao Rui also knew that there was no other way now, at least there was a possibility of success if he did this, Mo Shaokun could only lie down and wait for death if he didn't.

Taking a deep breath, Zhao Rui gritted his teeth and said, "I'll go with you!"

The corner of Mo Shaokun's mouth grinned slightly, as if showing a far-fetched smile, and said: "Nonsense...nonsense, hard...do you still expect me...I will drive there by myself?"

"Tell Brother Wu, let... let him go back and report the... situation here to the boss, and call Jia Si'an to... come here, I... I have something to say to him."

Zhao Rui got out of the car without saying any more nonsense, and soon Jia Si'an came into the commercial vehicle.

He looked a little scary, his nose was completely crooked to one side, and his face was covered with blood. If those girls who had a crush on him saw it, they would be shocked.

Fortunately, this time he was not injured in vain, at least his father's ashes were brought back.

"Mo Shaokun, how are you?" Jia Si'an asked as soon as he got into the car.

Looking at Mo Shaokun's pale complexion, Jia Si'an gritted his teeth and felt very uncomfortable. In his opinion, the reason why Mo Shaokun was injured so badly was all because of him and his sister. He didn't know that Mo Shaokun and the others still He had other tasks, and he only thought that Mo Shaokun wanted to help him, so he found a friend to sneak into Heishi's house at risk.

"I'm still dead for the time being... I can't die."

Seeing that Jia Si'an was about to speak again, he shook his head and said, "Don't talk, listen...listen to me."

Gritting his teeth and showing pain on his face, Mo Shaokun pulled out the stack of envelopes from his bosom. At this moment, the envelopes were already stained red with blood, and even a bullet had left a hole in them.

Mo Shaokun felt a little regretful, but unfortunately he didn't have time to rewrite it now.

He handed the envelope to Jia Si'an and said, "If... if I... I haven't returned after two months, Ma... Please help me hand these... these letters... to Feifei."

"What do you mean?" Jia Si'an asked with a change of expression.

Mo Shaokun shook his head with a chuckle and said, "Don't ask... so much, just do as I say..."

After a pause, he continued: "Kangken Heishi Dao...will definitely not let you go, you...you and your sister immediately...go to Nagasaki immediately, I...I will give you a call, you are here Then contact the person over there, tell... tell the other party...just say that you are my friend, and he will have a way to send...send you back."

Mo Shaokun wrote Qiang Biao's phone number on Jia Si'an's clothes with trembling hands stained with his own blood. He believed that Qiang Biao would make arrangements for him after knowing that Jia Si'an was his friend.

Seeing Mo Shaokun's weak appearance, Jia Si'an's eyes turned red.

He clutched those envelopes tightly and said, "Mo Shaokun, I...I..."

"You guys... are you still so pretentious? Heh, let's go, it's too late to go before... before dawn." Mo Shaokun waved his hand to interrupt Jia Si'an, helping Jia Si'an was just a matter of convenience That's all.

Jia Si'an sniffed, nodded and took a deep look at Mo Shaokun before turning around and getting off the car.

"Wait..." Mo Shaokun seemed to have thought of something to stop him.

Taking out the blood-soaked wallet, he took out the photo with Yin Fei inside, and handed the wallet to Jia Si'an.

"Take...take the flowers on the road. Remember, don't...don't tell...tell Feifei that...I'm hurt, I don't want...to make her worry, wait...wait two months later I... If I haven't gone back, I'm... giving the letter to... her."

He knew that the brothers and sister Jia Si'an didn't have any money on them now, even if they arrived in Nagasaki safely, they wouldn't be able to leave immediately, they would definitely have to find a place to live for a few days, and they couldn't move a single step without money.

Jia Si'an looked at the wallet with a feeling of soreness in his heart, unconsciously the corners of his eyes were a little wet, resisting the urge to cry, he held the wallet tightly.

"I'm waiting for you to come back."

After saying this, Jia Si'an got out of the car without looking back.

Wu Yan's first reaction after learning about Mo Shaokun's decision from Zhao Rui was to strongly oppose it, but finally Wu Yan had to agree with Zhao Rui's persuasion.

He also knew very well that Mo Shaokun's current situation would not last long at all, or he would be killed if he was treated as soon as possible, even if he bleeds!

Under such circumstances, the only ones who can provide him with treatment as soon as possible are Gong Qi's family.

Although this plan is risky, at least there is a glimmer of life.

Now Wu Yan only hated himself for not being able to speak Japanese. If he could speak Japanese, then he could accompany Mo Shaokun and ask Zhao Rui to go back and report to the boss.

"Shaokun..." Wu Yan looked at Mo Shaokun with red eyes.

"Help...help me send...send them away."

Wu Yan nodded and said, "Don't worry."

Mo Shaokun smiled and didn't say anything more, he really didn't have the energy to speak.

The commercial vehicle restarted and went straight to Gong Qi's mansion, but Wu Yan and the others watched the commercial vehicle completely disappear before turning around and leaving.

The car was very quiet. After a long time, Jia Sijing suddenly asked with red eyes: "Will he die?"

Jia Si'an trembled, he didn't know, he really didn't know.

Mo Shaokun was shot three times, which was obviously a fatal injury in the eyes of ordinary people, and Jia Si'an went to see Mo Shaokun just now, and he knew that Mo Shaokun's current situation was very bad.

What's more, the letters Mo Shaokun handed him gave him an ominous premonition.

Seeing her brother's silence, Jia Sijing finally couldn't help crying, she said: "Brother, are we really leaving like this? He saved us, but now he himself..."

"What can we do if we don't go?" Jia Si'an gritted his teeth and asked.

"Aren't we a little ungrateful?" Jia Sijing murmured.