How to raise the president

An Ziyu suddenly opened his eyes wide, trying to see the person in front of him clearly.

I saw that slender, callused hand grabbed the middle-aged man's hand, and the other hand suddenly pushed the police comrade away, and then folded the middle-aged man's hand down.

A coherent movement is fast, accurate and ruthless.

An Ziyu clearly heard the bone "crack", followed by the middle-aged man's scream.

Then An Ziyu felt his neck loosen. He wanted to stand firm but he had no strength to stand up, and slipped softly to the ground.

Before the policeman behind him could react from the reversal of the situation just now, Fang Youyi pinned him to the ground.

A group of policemen were stunned, and it took them a long time to realize what had happened.

The fat policeman with a loudspeaker was the first to react. He took out a pair of handcuffs, walked up to Fang Youyi, and said, "Sir, please hand over the prisoner to the police, and come back to the police station with us to record Confession."

Fang Youyi glanced coldly at the fat policeman, but ignored him.Not caring about venting his anger, he handed the person over to Fu Ming who was next to him, threw himself on An Ziyu's side, picked him up, and hugged him tightly.

"Please cooperate with the police." The fat policeman looked at Fang Youyi and emphasized.

Fang Youyi still didn't pay attention, he put his arms around An Ziyu, covered the wound on An Ziyu's neck and waited quietly, as if he was waiting for something.

He looked at An Ziyu with distress, An Ziyu was nestled in his arms, curled up into a ball in pain.

Not calling an ambulance in advance was the biggest mistake.

The fat policeman took a step forward: "Sir, please cooperate..."

"Back off!" Jiang Fei suddenly snorted, interrupted the fat policeman, walked up from behind the crowd with his hands behind his back, stood in front of his men, and looked at them sharply.

"Jiang, Deputy Director Jiang." The fat policeman saluted and stood upright, "He refuses to cooperate."

"Didn't you see that someone was injured? Don't you know that people's safety is the most important thing?!"

The fat policeman lowered his head and did not speak, accepting Jiang Fei's criticism honestly.

Fu Ming held down the middle-aged man on the ground, and gave Fang Youyi a contemptuous look by the way.

As if he finally found support, An Ziyu nestled in Fang Youyi's arms like a small animal, hugging Fang Youyi tightly regardless of the blood on his neck.

He really wanted to talk, but his neck hurt so much that it was difficult to make a sound, so he could only put his arms around Fang Youyi to confirm that Fang Youyi was back and that he was still alive.

An Ziyu was really scared and anxious, his body was shaking like chaff.

I was afraid that if I died, I would never see Fang Youyi again. That would be more painful than death, and it would not be an exaggeration to go to the eighteenth floor of hell.

An Ziyu sobbed uncontrollably, and he dragged his throat for a long time before he uttered the word "no".

Fang Youyi hugged him distressedly, and said softly, "Hey, let me see the wound."

An Ziyu shook his head, pressing his whole face against Fang Youyi's chest, hugging him tightly, afraid that if he let go, he would disappear.

"It's okay," Fang Youyi patted him on the back, and said patiently, "I'm right here, don't be afraid." As he spoke, he lightly kissed An Ziyu's hair, and said, "Let me see if the wound is okay." ,Um?"

An Ziyu took a deep breath, nodded, and completely exposed the wound on his neck to Fang Youyi.

Looking at the hideous wound, Fang Youyi frowned.

If he had started harder, he would probably have cut his throat.

Fang Youyi gritted his teeth bitterly, and turned to look at the captured middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man looked at him with cold eyes, and grinned, as if to say, "Is it painful?"

Fang Youyi gave the middle-aged man a hard look, before the thing could seal the wound, he picked up An Ziyu and walked out the door.

The middle-aged man's expression suddenly turned ferocious, he slammed the policeman away, and rushed towards Fang Youyi like crazy, shouting, "Mine is a hundred times yours!"

Jiang Fei, who had just finished chatting with the police comrade, saw the middle-aged man rushing towards Fang Youyi, and hurriedly extended Erkang's hand: "Don't..."

Before Jiang Fei finished speaking, Fang Youyi raised his foot and kicked the middle-aged man away, kicking the middle-aged man to the ground as if he had accumulated all the grievances.

"Too much force..." Jiang Fei finally finished speaking, but the middle-aged man was already lying on the ground like a corpse, and passed out.

Jiang Fei thought, your captain is still your captain, an old man who is almost thirty, and he is still so ruthless.

"Jiang Fei!" Fang Youyi shouted, as if he had eaten explosives.

Jiang Fei was startled, and hurriedly brought a pack of tissues from the table next to him, and stuck them on An Ziyu's neck.

"Go to the hospital!" Fang Youyi said in a deep voice.

"Yes!" Jiang Fei paid a military salute habitually, then turned and went out to drive, Fang Youyi followed behind, followed by Yan Cheng and Fu Ming who had just arrived.

A group of police officers who dealt with the aftermath looked at each other, unable to realize what happened for a while.

Who the hell is this? How dare he yell at their deputy director like that?