Chapter 122

Liu Dexin’s forehead broke out in sweat as he shouted, “Whether you believe it or not, Wen Dong is in trouble! Hurry to the area near No. 22 Middle School!” After saying that, Liu Dexin felt severe headaches and hung up the phone.

San Yan was stunned for a while. Liu Dexin didn’t seem like he would, nor dare he, joke about this matter, and he grew uneasy, wondering if something really had happened to Brother Dong. With that thought, San Yan quickly dialed Xie Wendong’s mobile phone, but no one answered after many rings. “Damn it!” San Yan couldn’t help but exclaim. He hurriedly took a few subordinates and drove to No. 22 Middle School, while also passing the news on to other brothers from their gang who had come from City J as well. San Yan had become much more mature now and handled situations more calmly. If Brother Dong really had suffered an accident, the news had to be kept secret; otherwise, the gang would be in chaos.

Liu Dexin arrived at the scene quickly. His first task was to check on Xie Wendong’s condition. At that moment, the ambulance had just arrived. The police officer who had informed Liu Dexin led him to Xie Wendong’s side and said sweetly, “Chief, I just found that Xie Wendong isn’t dead yet. No wounds were found on his body either; he’s just unconscious.”

“Huh? Not dead?” Liu Dexin snapped, “Weren’t you saying he was dead?”

The police officer lowered his head shyly and said, “I was panicked at the time. Plus, blood was coming from Xie Wendong’s mouth and nose, and Yan Ke said he had been shot several times by criminals, so I thought he was dead. But when I checked again, I found he only had a few broken ribs. And also, I found this on him.” He spread his palm, revealing eight bullet casings. Glancing at Liu Dexin, he added in surprise, “I think he must have been wearing a bulletproof vest, which is why the bullets didn’t penetrate his body. But I couldn’t find any vest, it’s really strange…”

Liu Dexin nodded. He crouched down to examine Xie Wendong’s injuries. As the police officer said, although blood was flowing from his mouth and nose, there were no bullet holes on his body—only several holes in his clothes. Several ribs were broken, and he was unconscious. Though his injuries were serious, he wasn’t dead yet. Liu Dexin was somewhat angry that the police officer had caused him to worry needlessly, but the fact that Xie Wendong was still alive dispelled all his annoyance. Letting out a sigh of relief, he shouted, “What are you standing around for? Hurry and get him into the ambulance! If anything happens to Xie Wendong, I’ll hold you accountable!”

Hearing this, the police officer slapped his head and quickly ordered his subordinates to carry Xie Wendong to the ambulance. Yan Ke, who was taken to the ambulance first, heard the noises outside and was shocked, feeling something was wrong. Sure enough, shortly after, Xie Wendong was carried into the ambulance by two nurses wearing oxygen masks. Yan Ke’s head buzzed, and cold sweat immediately broke out on his forehead. He took a few deep breaths to keep his voice as calm as possible and casually asked, “Nurses, isn’t he dead? I saw he was shot more than ten times!”
The nurse replied, “He’s tough. It seems he was wearing a bulletproof vest. Even if he’s not dead, it’s taken half his life—his bones are broken in several places. It’s already a miracle he’s still alive…”
Yan Ke didn’t hear a word of what the nurse said next. His mind was in chaos. Xie Wendong wasn’t dead? He still wasn’t dead?! I shot him more than ten times and he’s still alive?! Yan Ke now regretted it deeply, hating himself for not shooting him in the head. If Xie Wendong couldn’t die, then he was done for. Xie Wendong wouldn’t spare him, nor would the provincial authorities or the political department. Thinking this, Yan Ke glanced at Xie Wendong, who was lying unconscious beside him. Gritting his teeth, he slowly reached for the pistol at his waist.
The two nurses didn’t notice his movements and chatted cheerfully as they entered the ambulance. Yan Ke quietly pulled his hand back, resenting the two for getting in the way.
After the nurses got in, the ambulance rushed to the hospital. Yan Ke lay on the bed with closed eyes, frantic, trying to figure out a way to deal with Xie Wendong without leaving a trace. Using a gun was basically impossible—unless he killed those two nurses too, which would be a last resort. Yan Ke shook his head. His eye caught Xie Wendong’s oxygen tube, which was only half a foot away from him. His eyes lit up, and a sinister smile appeared on his lips. He narrowed his eyes at the two nurses, who were sitting there laughing and chatting, completely unaware of what was happening.
Yan Ke mustered up courage, secretly grabbed Xie Wendong’s oxygen tube, and clenched it tightly in his hand. The effect wasn’t significant, so he twisted the tube tightly around his finger, watching Xie Wendong’s reaction. In just a moment, Xie Wendong’s breathing became rapid, and his face turned even paler. The two nurses, absorbed in their conversation, didn’t notice anything. Even if they did sense something was wrong with Xie Wendong, they likely wouldn’t care. Once someone was in the ambulance, whether they lived or died depended on their own luck…

Xie Wendong’s breathing grew weaker and weaker, while Yan Ke’s smile grew wider. He kept shouting in his heart: Hurry up, hurry up, just die already! Just then, the ambulance suddenly stopped. The doors were opened, and several burly men jumped in with a swish—leading them was San Yan. Frightened, Yan Ke quickly let go and pretended to be dead by closing his eyes. As a result, Xie Wendong received oxygen, and his breathing gradually stabilized.

“Brother Dong?!” San Yan bent down and approached Xie Wendong. Seeing his eyes tightly closed and his face as pale as paper, his heart clenched in pain. San Yan was able to catch up with the ambulance and save Xie Wendong’s life thanks entirely to Liu Dexin. After seeing that Xie Wendong wasn’t dead, Liu Dexin hurriedly called San Yan to let him know he was safe. In his mind, this big man was much more brutal than Xie Wendong; he had been shocked by him earlier and feared he might take revenge on him later. San Yan didn’t blame him and, worried about Xie Wendong’s safety, drove after them after finding out the ambulance’s route.

After calling out to Xie Wendong for a while with no response, San Yan sighed and banged on the window connecting to the driver’s seat, shouting, “Hurry up and drive!”

The driver, knowing none of these men were easy to deal with, didn’t dare offend them and quickly restarted the car. San Yan and two of his men stayed behind, holding Xie Wendong’s hands tightly and praying silently that he was fine. Recalling the moments they had spent together in the past, they couldn’t believe or bear the thought of their brother dying like this. Just as San Yan was lost in thought, one of his men gently shook him and whispered, “Brother San Yan, look!” He pointed at Yan Ke lying nearby.

It would have been better if San Yan hadn’t looked. Once he did, anger surged in him. He stepped forward, grabbed Yan Ke by the collar, lifted him up, and screamed, “I’ll kill you, Yan Ke! Did you beat Brother Dong? Speak up!” San Yan knew Yan Ke and Xie Wendong had a deep feud. The reason he hadn’t dealt with Yan Ke before was that he was a police officer—killing him would only bring trouble, and Xie Wendong didn’t even take him seriously.

Ever since San Yan entered, Yan Ke’s heart had been in his throat, praying to heaven not to be seen by this boss. But it seemed heaven didn’t hear his “sincere” prayers, and San Yan still discovered his presence. Yan Ke’s heart turned cold instantly, but he didn’t move, still pretending to be unconscious with his eyes closed.

“Damn it, stop pretending to be dead!” Ignoring all this, Sanyan swung his hands and slapped him five times in a row. Instantly, Yan Ke’s handsome face swelled up like a pig’s head. Remarkably, he didn’t make a sound or even blink an eye.

Seeing that something was wrong, two nurses rushed forward to stop him. “Comrade, the patient is already in shock. Hitting him won’t help. Please let go!”

Yan Ke was secretly delighted inside. Just moments ago, he had hated those two nurses to death, but now he would even call them mother if they asked him to. Sanyan glared at the nurses and spat out a few words through gritted teeth, “If you don’t want to die, get out of the way!”

Frightened by Sanyan’s murderous gaze, the two nurses screamed and huddled together as far away from him as possible.

In fact, Sanyan didn’t know whether Yan Ke was truly unconscious or if Xie Wendong was really injured by him. He was just so frustrated and angry that he vented all his anger on Yan Ke. He grabbed him by the clothes with one hand and started punching him in the stomach with the other. After a while, seeing that Yan Ke still didn’t react, he threw him to the ground, spat on him, and cursed, “Damn it! Don’t let me find out it was you who did this, or I’ll slice you in half!”

Lying on the ground, Yan Ke endured the excruciating pain but didn’t dare move. He had to pretend to be calmly unconscious, not even blinking. Such “endurance skills” were probably beyond even Japanese ninjas!

Just when he thought it was over, the two men brought by Sanyan returned with sinister smiles. They exchanged a glance and said to Sanyan, “Brother Sanyan, this kid is always so arrogant. We can’t just let him go! I think Brother Dong was injured by him.” With perfect coordination, they started kicking him. The sound of their leather shoes hitting his body filled the ambulance. Yan Ke gritted his teeth and screamed inwardly, “Xie Wendong, I hate you to death!! Agh, agh, agh…”