Siheyuan: The romantic and suave Xu Damao

As he was not clear about the details of the incident, Xu Damao did not dare to kill easily. After all, he could not tell which side was the righteous one, but from Xu Damao's perspective, he was 99% sure that he could tell the difference.

Yes! I, Xu Damao, will definitely support the side of justice.

If he kills a good person by mistake, his conscience will be condemned forever.

"Oh my, what's going on? What happened? Brother, please tell me quickly! No, I have to send you to the hospital right away. Look at the injuries on your body!"

Xu Damao parked the car on the side of the road with a look of horror on his face, and then walked towards Zhang Yungui and his friends anxiously. When he saw the two horrible bodies, he immediately turned pale and trembled all over. He walked up to Zhang Yungui tremblingly and asked tremblingly.

At this time, Zhang Yungui was in a very miserable condition. He had suffered a serious knife wound on the head. Blood was constantly oozing out of the wound. His face and body were covered in blood, which looked horrifying.

Zhang Yungui endured the severe pain and told Xu Damao the whole incident in brief and clear words, and begged him to help him send his daughter to the hospital for treatment.

"Brother, you'd better take care of yourself first! Look at what you have become now! Your daughter may have just caught a cold and has a fever, which is not a big problem. But you, if you don't go to the hospital to stop the bleeding and treat it in time, I'm afraid your life will be in danger due to excessive blood loss!" Xu Damao said as he walked to the side of the rascal who was lying on the ground and twitching, and kicked him hard without hesitation.

"Fuck, how dare you block someone's way and rob them of their life-saving money? You really deserve to die!"

"Bang!" With a loud bang, the rascal lying on the ground was kicked away by Xu Damao, flying several meters away. With the sound of bones breaking, it was obvious that the rascal had no chance of survival!

"My dear, I know my current situation very well. Judging from my current injuries, I am afraid that I will not live long... How about this, I beg you to help me send my daughter to the hospital for treatment. As long as you are willing to help, everything in this bag will belong to you."

"Besides, my daughter lost her mother when she was young, and we are the only ones left at home. So I'd like to trouble you to go to the city and look for my cousin Yi Zhonghai at the steel mill. He works there, and you can rest assured to leave my daughter to him to take care of her."

"Please, brother, if there is any money left after my daughter's medical treatment, it will all belong to you." Zhang Yungui said to Xu Damao slowly and firmly. From Xu Damao's kick to death just now, he knew that the man in front of him was a hero with a sense of justice and hatred of evil.

"Okay, I'll listen to you, brother. And who are you, brother? Ordinary people don't have such good skills. I saw clearly the way you wiped the neck just now. It was very experienced." Xu Damao did not show any surprise when he heard Zhang Yungui say this. Instead, he asked other questions.

After all, that knife was too sharp, and it fully demonstrated the three words "fast, accurate and ruthless". You have to know that the leader was not only wearing a thick cotton coat, but also a thick cotton hat, with only a tiny gap on his neck. If the knife was slightly offset, and it hit the collar of the cotton coat or the cotton hat, the knife would be useless and would not have any effect at all.

"Young man, I'm just a farmer. When I have nothing to do, I like to learn some farming skills. I only have some brute strength." Zhang Yungui shook his head gently and explained to Xu Damao.

"Hey, Brother Zhang, it's obvious that you're not telling the truth. Don't you care about your daughter?" Xu Damao sighed. He felt that Zhang Yungui didn't seem to want to tell him the truth.

Xu Damao said slowly.

"Hey, little brother, let me tell you something. During the Anti-Japanese War, I was a famous killer in Peking! I specialized in killing those little devils and traitors! Don't worry, I'm not a bad person. You should save my daughter!"

As soon as Xu Damao finished speaking, Zhang Yungui eagerly told the truth as if he had grabbed a life-saving straw.

"Alas, Brother Zhang, you are actually an anti-Japanese hero. How disrespectful! What I meant just now is that with my current ability, I can only guarantee to save you, but your injuries are too serious. I have to do a simple treatment first, at least to stop the bleeding. Otherwise, if you lose too much blood, even a god will find it difficult to save you."

As Xu Damao explained, he exchanged a healing potion with a syringe from his personal space without hesitation. This action instantly consumed his precious ten points.

Then, he tightly grasped the extremely exquisite syringe, and without any hesitation, resolutely inserted it into Zhang Yungui's neck.

Zhang Yungui was dying and his face was as pale as paper. His face, which was already full of wrinkles, now looked even more tired and weak. However, he still forced himself to be energetic, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth. He stared straight at Xu Damao in front of him and let him play with him.

In fact, deep down in his heart, Zhang Yungui's desire to survive became stronger and stronger. Although the candlelight of life was swaying like a candle in the wind, he still held a glimmer of hope - perhaps this seemingly young man really had some way to save his life. After all, in the face of death, any possibility is worth a try, and living is always better than dying...

"Brother, you are so lucky to have met me. If I hadn't pitied you, I wouldn't have been willing to give you this precious medicine! You can see that this is a secret medicine of our country!

Brother, I spent a lot of effort and used some extraordinary means to get this one. I originally planned to save my life at a critical moment. " As Xu Damao said this, he gently pushed the transparent medicine tube in his hand into Zhang Yungui's body.

As the needle was pushed, the mysterious liquid quickly merged into Zhang Yungui's blood. Then, Xu Damao shook his wrist, and the empty glass tube in his hand disappeared without a trace as if it was cast by magic.

Time passed minute by minute, and about two minutes later, Xu Damao finally asked, "How do you feel? Do you feel better?" There was a hint of anxiety and anticipation in his voice.