live up to the morning light

But within two steps, a hand grabbed his arm, and the two burly men in front took the opportunity to block the way—Ming Chen gritted his teeth and was about to struggle, when Hong Guang yelled "Don't be tough" from behind—— The strength of the elbow suddenly lightened, and Hong Guang didn't know what method to use to help him get the person away.

"Just run," Hong Guang said, "but don't force yourself."

The voice is short and urgent.

Mingchen didn't even dare to look back at him, and just said: "Be careful yourself, I can do it nimbly." She gritted her teeth and ran again—the two men facing him were ready to attack him, no matter where All of them were tall and burly, and they looked like two black mountains in front of Mingchen.

In the past, Mingchen was most afraid of such high-risk groups.

Don't talk about conflicts when you see them, even if you walk on the street together, you should stay away from them.At this moment, it was as if he had been beaten with chicken blood, and he rushed towards the two people like flying, speeding up decisively with the enemy and the enemy, seeing that there were only less than three meters left, but there was still no intention of slowing down...

The two people blocking the way obviously did not expect him to be so determined.

They looked at each other and were slightly taken aback.

Ming Chen took the opportunity to lower her head, like a slippery loach, slipped through the gap between the two of them.

"Fuck!"

"Don't let him run away!"

Immediately behind him came a savage and murderous shout.

Mingchen took a big breath and accelerated desperately.

"A draft—"

"Little brat runs so fast!"

The wheezing and cursing rolled up and down.

I don't know who yelled: "Stupid - throw something at him!"

Crackling, sticks, stones, and bricks were thrown in the direction of Mingchen's running—Mingchen didn't dare to stop, and could only dodge randomly based on feeling. He was hit twice on the back and once on his ankle, which made him fall down in pain. Well, I heard Hongguang's angry roar...

After finally turning the corner, I came to a crowded place, rushed into the duty patrol room of the square to call the guards, and called 110...

The police and security guards gathered around.

Follow him to run to the scene of the incident—I will not be able to breathe in the morning, but my steps are still fast, my head is sweating profusely, my face is flushed, and I keep urging the police: "Hurry up, hurry up, please..."

It was less than 5 minutes before and after.

When he rushed back to the original place, Hongguang couldn't stand anymore—to be more precise, he couldn't see Hongguang anymore. He could only see a group of people dancing around a small area with crowbars or iron bars in their hands, making some noises. "Fuck it to death!" "Someone is carrying it!" "Look at you kid, how dare you be crazy!" and other shouts.

Ming Chen's eyes were red with anger: "Scum! Let him go!"

The policemen who followed also shouted words of protest, shook off their batons and rushed up—the group of people saw something bad, and immediately dispersed and fled in all directions. The instigator, Meng Zhuliang, did not know where to hide at the moment.

His feet were already weak from running in the morning, and at this moment even if he wanted to catch up with him, he was unable to do what he wanted. With the last bit of strength, he jumped in front of Hong Guang in three or two steps, trying to help Hong Guang up, but fell to his knees with a "plop".

The corners of Hongguang's mouth were broken.

There was blood, bruises, and stains all over his face and body.

But he still squeezed out a smile and joked with Ming Chen: "Master, such a big gift? I'm afraid the students can't bear it."

"You...I..." Mingchen couldn't answer, so he could only hold his hand, and turned to ask the medical staff to come here quickly.

Hongguang shook him back forcefully: "Don't worry, it's fine, I'm fine——I didn't expect you to come so soon, and I planned to last ten days and a half months... Hey, praise you, Why are you still crying? Don’t be shy in front of so many people—we’ll go back and cry if something happens..."

Mingchen retorted and didn't cry, already tasted the salty taste of tears in his mouth, and couldn't speak, only choked and hiccupped, and couldn't get his breath out.

Hong Guang raised his hand again to touch Ming Chen's face: "Don't be afraid, it's really fine..."

Mingchen hurriedly pushed him back: "You can, can you just stay here... Woo..."

The strange thing is that, just as Hiromitsu said, he was actually fine—of course it doesn’t mean that he wasn’t injured at all, but for such a fight, the little injury he suffered is not worth mentioning at all:

Mainly skin trauma.Disinfect, do not touch the water, and wait for the scab to fall off.The more serious ones are the sprain of the right ankle and the slight dislocation of the right wrist—but no bones were injured. The doctor said that as long as the injury is not repeated, and the patient rests for one to two months, he can recover as before.

"Look," Hong Guang said proudly, "I just said there's nothing wrong."

Sitting on the hospital bed shaking the ankle that was wrapped like a steamed bun.

After carefully listening to the doctor's orders in the morning, he asked a lot of follow-up questions. After confirming that it was really not a big deal, he let go of his high-hanging heart. Seeing Hongguang's indifference, he became angry for no reason: "Don't be too happy too early. , the doctor said to take a good rest for at least a month, but don’t talk nonsense, clamp your tail tightly and be careful.”

"Yes," Hongguang raised his right hand, which was also wrapped in a funny way, and saluted in a confused manner, "Master Squad Leader."