When Liu Xiaoyu's nails dug into the old scar on Zhao Wei's wrist, a person suddenly appeared at the end of the corridor.
The other party seemed a bit sneaky, looking around all the time, and he didn't look like a good person at first glance.
Huang Mao poked his sister who was still chattering: "Sister, look at that guy, what is he doing there? What am I doing there?"
"Forget it, he must be here to look for someone..."
Although Huang Mao already had other ideas in his mind, he still said calmly: "Little sister, go into the room. I won't let you open the door, so don't open it."
"Huh? This is... ah, okay..."
Although I don't understand why, I think about my brother and wonder if he would harm me.
So the yellow-haired girl ran back to the ward.
At this time in the ward, some discussions about Liu Zhiqing's whereabouts were taking place.
Liu Xiaoyu told him everything he knew in detail, and then asked, "If this person is found, will he be sent to the farm?"
What she actually wanted to ask was whether the other party would be locked up and his ability to escape would be cut off.
After all, a big part of the reason why she was beaten this time was related to this person.
I really hated him to death and wished that Liu Zhiqing would die far away and not stand in front of me to amuse me.
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In the corridor, Huangmao had just pushed his sister into the ward when he heard the sound of leather shoes rubbing against the floor tiles behind him.
In the shadow at the end of the corridor, a man wearing a baseball cap had his left hand in his overalls pocket, and a canvas bag slung over his right shoulder was oozing dark red liquid.
When he turned around, the cheekbone lines revealed under the brim of his hat were clearly Liu Zhiqing.
Unexpectedly, when they were still trying to find the person, the other party was so bold as to run into the ward.
Although it is night now, it does not mean that the security of this place is weak.
After all, Zhao Wei also took Liu Xiaoyu away, and it would be a big trouble if this woman died.
"Stop!" Just as the yellow-haired man was halfway through drawing his sword, he saw the man take out a glass jar - there were actually a lot of eye-catching luxury items inside.
This thing looks good but tastes bad. I don’t know what Liu Zhiqing is trying to do.
Suddenly, Liu Xiaoyu screamed from inside the ward: "It's him! The guy who beat me on the farm was wearing this hat!"
"That person belongs to my ex-husband. Damn it! Why did I only realize now that he did so many things just to keep an eye on me?"
The man in the hat suddenly sneered and guessed his fist.
The moment the glass shattered, Zhao Wei rushed out from the stairwell, pointing the gun at the man's back.
But the man was faster. When he turned around, he threw out not a weapon but a paintbrush dipped in oil paint, the tip of which accurately stabbed the old scar on Zhao Wei's wrist.
"Liu Zhiqing, weren't you arrested?"
The yellow-haired man screamed while covering his bleeding arm, but saw the man pull off his hat and reveal a sneer of contempt.
Liu Xiaoyu suddenly grabbed Zhao Wei's gun holster, and blood seeped out of the gap in the bandage and dripped onto the fragments of the palette: "My father said that he hid the smuggled goods in a secluded place..."
Her fingers were shaking, and she spoke incoherently: "The man who beat me on the farm that day just wanted to know where this thing was."
The yellow-haired man covered his bleeding arm. This man attacked him again. He was too strong.
Liu Xiaoyu suddenly coughed violently, and blood foam splattered everywhere, making her look like she was about to die.
With every cough, more blood gushed out of the wound on his head.
Zhao Wei was really afraid that she would die like this.
"Okay, stop talking. These things can cost you your life. You should get some rest!"
Liu Xiaoyu kept talking and trembling as she looked at Zhao Wei: "My father is innocent. Please, help him. He is dying in there. If he can't survive, I don't want to live either."
"You really are... forcing me to do what I want. I'm just an ordinary person and I can't handle a case as big as yours."
While they were talking inside the house, the yellow-haired man in the corridor felt very pressured.
Liu Zhiqing came to visit fearlessly, but he was not here to reminisce about the past.
He shook the broken glass jar in his hand, and the luxurious objects inside flickered eerily in the dim corridor light.
"Yellow Hair, do you think you can stop me?" Liu Zhiqing's voice was low and threatening, and every word was like a sharp knife.
He slowly approached, his steps steady but with a sense of oppression.
The dark red liquid seeping out of the canvas bag left a long trail on the ground, like a winding bloody path.
Huang Mao held the knife tightly and met Liu Zhiqing's gaze without flinching: "Liu Zhiqing, don't be so arrogant! I'm here today, don't think of hurting Captain Zhao and Liu Xiaoyu!"
His voice was firm, but the slightly trembling blade still betrayed his inner nervousness.
Liu Zhiqing suddenly burst into laughter, and his laughter echoed in the empty corridor, sounding particularly eerie: "Just you? That's ridiculous. Let me tell you, you will all die here."
If he doesn't have a good time, no one else can laugh at him.
As he spoke, he pulled something out of his canvas bag and splashed it onto the wooden benches.
"Go to hell, all of you go to hell, hahahaha..."
Huang Mao was shocked, but still asked, "What do you mean by that? What do you want to do..."
"Humph, idiot, go to hell and ask again."
Liu Zhiqing interrupted Huangmao, took out a box of matches and lit them with interest.
At this time, Zhao Wei suddenly rushed out of the ward and started scolding Liu Zhiqing.
"Stop! Liu Zhiqing, what on earth do you want to do?"
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