He was the target of this assassination attempt and the key figure in this bloody battle at Yanghe.
He looked at the door, his voice calm and low, but firm: "Open the door!"
If you open the door directly, ten bodyguards will rush in.
He was facing the door, making him an easy target. What if the bodyguard who betrayed him shot him dead in the head?
Song Yuanchao was only helping Chen Rou out of a sense of brotherhood.
So he wouldn't listen to Nie Zhao. He looked at Chen Rou and asked, "Miss Chen, are you sure you want to open the door?"
If all ten bodyguards betrayed them and the door were opened at that moment, the three of them would be riddled with bullets.
But what if those ten bodyguards didn't betray us, but were just there to protect their master? They are human beings, ordinary people, with families, careers, children, and wives. Killing them would be like cutting off a family's livelihood. What to do?
"Open the door!" Chen Rou said decisively.
Before today, Nie Zhao was a living dead to her, but he was not dead yet stiff, and every word he said was useful.
She chose to trust him, and she also chose to give ten people and ten families outside a way to survive.
They are all soldiers, possessing the keenest judgment and decisive execution.
Upon hearing this, Song Yuanchao lunged forward, rolled on the spot, drew his gun, and positioned himself to Nie Zhao's left, pointing the gun at the door.
Chen Rou was even faster than him, already on the other side of Nie Zhao, holding a long knife in one hand and a pistol in the other, also pointing directly at the gate.
Once the resistance at the door was gone, the group of people who had been banging on the door rushed in one after another.
"Ouch, whose leg is that!"
"Ouch, ouch, whose arm is that?!"
"Uncle Ming, are you alright, Uncle Ming?"
The first person to ram the door was the butler, Uncle Ming. He was the first to rush in, and the bodyguards behind him all pounced on him, piling on top of each other like a human pyramid. The bodyguards were busy raising their guns and scanning the surroundings. Some aimed at Nie Zhao, while others aimed at Chen Rou and Song Yuanchao. The noise stopped, the air froze, and the scene fell silent.
Thanks to Nie Zhao's ability to step up at the crucial moment, it was actually easy to distinguish the truth at that point.
The moment they burst in, those who aimed their guns at Nie Zhao were obviously up to no good, while those who aimed at Chen Rou and Song Yuanchao were truly loyal to their master. However, they couldn't kill indiscriminately at this point, because indiscriminate killing would escalate the conflict.
Chen Rou couldn't help him control the situation; Nie Zhao had to do it himself.
So, can a patient who just had brain surgery eight hours ago manage to keep things under control in this situation?
Nie Zhao was obviously too weak, so he rested his elbows on the bed, but his voice didn't sound weak, and his eyes were full of authority as he swept across the room. He asked, "What are you all doing running in here?"
Upon hearing his question, the bodyguards were all stunned and looked at each other in bewilderment.
Yeah, why is everyone rushing in here?
Several bodyguards were Mei Baoshan's men, but with Chen Rou and Song Yuanchao pointing guns at them, they dared not make any rash moves.
The rest is a matter of whose money they take and whose job they serve. Those loyal to the Nie family will immediately put away their guns once they see that Nie Zhao is a good person.
Uncle Ming, covered in footprints, finally got up from the ground, rubbing his back as he stepped forward: "Third Master, you're awake!"
Ignoring everything else, he limped forward, tears streaming down his face, weeping with joy: "You can sit up now?"
What does the blood and dismembered limbs have to do with the room full of blood?
Uncle Ming came to the Nie family with Han Yuzhu when she got married. Han Yuzhu was his mistress, and Nie Zhao was his young master. He was frantically banging on the door just now because he was afraid that something would happen to Nie Zhao.
But what was presented to him at this moment was a miracle, no, it could even be called a divine miracle.
Tears streamed down his face as he said, "May the First Madam's spirit in heaven protect you, Third Master, and may you recover."
There was another person, Nie Han, who was also injured when he was thrown by Zeng and trampled by the bodyguards.
But because he was worried about his uncle, he didn't hide and limped in.
At first glance, her uncle was sitting upright on the hospital bed, and apart from the gauze wrapped around his head, he looked like a healthy and normal person. The little girl, after a whole week of fear and anxiety, finally relaxed and sat down on the ground, sobbing.
But the surprises didn't end there; Nie Zhao recovered even better than Nie Han and Uncle Ming could have imagined.
He spoke coldly, then asked, "The young lady fell down, were you all blind? Didn't you see?"
Almost simultaneously, seven or eight bodyguards rushed to help Nie Han.
Uncle Ming looked at Nie Zhao helplessly, wanting to touch him but not daring to. He wanted to touch him, but he was afraid that if he touched him, he would break.
Of course, he made a wrong bet before this chaos began, mistrusting Mei Baoshan and almost causing an irreversible situation. He felt particularly ashamed. He rubbed his hands and said, "Third Master, you have just woken up. You can't worry too much. Just tell me what you need and I will take care of it. You should lie down and rest."
Nie Zhao's gaze was intense, and his tone carried a hint of reproach: "Where is Captain Mei? How does he manage his men? Two of his bodyguards betrayed him and are dead. Where did he go?"
Uncle Ming was startled, then looked at the two blood-soaked people on the ground—the dead.
All the bodyguards, like him, were looking at their two companions, but involuntarily, their gazes were all drawn to Chen Rou, who held a knife in one hand and a gun in the other. Everyone was silently swallowing their saliva and shivering.
Chen Rou and her husband, who were not close to each other, worked together very well.
The situation at the scene was that two bodyguards who had betrayed their master were dead, but Amin was only unconscious from excessive blood loss and was still alive.
However, Chen Rou was just as serious as Nie Zhao, and her tone was just as sincere. She said, "A Zeng and A Ming are both dead, dead beyond dead."
She was lying, but she did it without batting an eye.
Nie Zhao suddenly fell backward, clearly exhausted. While lying, she secretly tried to support his back.
At this moment, Nie Zhao was using the most strength he had accumulated since waking up, his last breath of energy.
But his words were particularly crucial: "Summon Mei Baoshan immediately. I need an explanation from him!"
He swept his gaze across the room, his tone full of authority: "Why aren't you all getting out of here?"
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