But no matter how powerful he is, the current situation is obviously an internal struggle of their gang, and she and Han Jingmo were involved.

Because Nanchen, Leng Zhifeng, and He Cheng are all the people of that young master, the difference is that Nanchen and Leng Zhifeng were sent to protect him, while the two yellow-haired men under He Cheng took money from others to beat him.

Unfortunately, the two yellow-haired men were killed by Nanchen and Leng Zhifeng last night.

Nanchen also told their young master about this, so He Cheng was expelled by their young master. As for what expulsion means, Lu Wanwan didn't understand.

He Cheng was very angry and came to seek revenge on Nanchen and Leng Zhifeng, so these things happened tonight.

What Lu Wanwan never understood was why Han Jingmo and Nanchen Lengzhifeng, two strong men, stood in the same camp?

As for who paid the yellow-haired guy to beat her up, Lu Wanwan didn't care much, most likely it was a black fan.

So, Lu Wanwan pulled Han Jingmo's sleeve and whispered, "Don't worry about who hired someone to beat me up, just leave first." It's

too dangerous here, and you might die if you're not careful. You really can't afford to play here. It's not like in the game, where you can start over after you die.

Moreover, she felt inexplicably panicked and had a bad premonition.

Han Jingmo frowned slightly. He wanted to find that person and get rid of him, so that he wouldn't have to worry about it.

Lu Wanwan turned to look at Nanchen: "Shall we leave together? Are you in a hurry to resolve your internal conflicts?"

"Internal bullshit!" Nanchen snorted disdainfully: "He Cheng has been expelled by the Young Master, he is not one of us!"

"..." Lu Wanwan really wanted to ask at this time, who is your Young Master? But the timing was not right.

Over there, He Cheng covered his injured wrist, his face was gray, his forehead was covered with cold sweat, but the corners of his mouth were hooked with a crazy smile: "What? Do you dare to fight?"

After the words fell, the man with a tuft of red hair took a step forward with a steel pipe.

It looked like he wanted to fight with weapons.

Lu Wanwan held Han Jingmo's hand, not really wanting him to agree.

At this moment, he was the most important person in her heart, and she didn't want him to be in any danger.

Han Jingmo lowered his eyes to look at her.

Lu Wanwan blinked his smart eyes: "We can't just let them do whatever they want, if they say use guns, then use guns, if they say hand-to-hand combat, then hand-to-hand combat?"

"Yes, you have weapons, and so do we." Nanchen picked up a gun from the guns handed over and pointed it at them.

He Cheng's face changed, and it was already pale, and now it was even paler, with beads of sweat rolling down his forehead.

The red-haired man also stepped back and stood behind He Cheng.

Lu Wanwan breathed a sigh of relief.

But at this moment, an unexpected change suddenly occurred.

The red-haired man shook his wrist, and suddenly took out a pistol, pointed the muzzle of the gun at Han Jingmo, and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

At the same time, Nanchen also immediately pulled the trigger, and the gun accurately hit the red-haired man's wrist, knocking the gun out of his hand.

Although the bullet deviated from the original direction, it still flew over at an extremely fast speed.

Lu Wanwan's pupils shrank suddenly, and she felt that all the blood in her body rushed to her head. Almost as a conditioned reflex, she pulled Han Jingmo away.

Han Jingmo, relying on instinct, hugged her and pressed her under him.

With a bang, a series of dazzling sparks splashed on the asphalt road, and the bullet hit the ground.

Lu Wanwan's heart was beating like thunder, her ears were buzzing, she could hardly hear anything, and she looked anxiously at Han Jingmo who was lying on her: "How are you?"

"Fine." Han Jingmo's forehead was covered with cold sweat, but his voice was as calm as ever.

Lu Wanwan's ears were temporarily deaf, and she couldn't hear what he answered, but she saw the bullet hit the ground just now, and it should not have hit him, so she was relieved.

When she wanted to pull him up, she found that something was wrong. The palm of her hand that was holding his arm was wet, and there was a strong smell of blood at the tip of her nose.

Lu Wanwan's eyes widened: "Be..." She couldn't say the rest of the words.

Han Jingmo shook his head: "No, just a scratch, get up first."

Lu Wanwan pursed her lips and immediately helped him stand up. Only then did she realize that his arm was covered in blood. With a click, tears fell without warning.

Han Jingmo panicked for a moment. Even though he was injured, he didn't feel panic. At this moment, seeing her crying, he suddenly panicked. He smiled and comforted her: "Don't cry, it doesn't hurt."

"Who's crying!" Lu Wanwan raised her hand to wipe away her tears, then looked at him: "What are you laughing at? It's so ugly."

Han Jingmo: "..."

Lu Wanwan forced herself to calm down: "Let's go to the hospital."

Nanchen also said: "You guys go quickly, we can handle the rest."

Han Jingmo looked over and saw that the red-haired guy had been subdued by them. Although he could fight, he had to obey with a gun to his head. The others were even less powerful. He wanted to interrogate He Cheng and ask who paid to hire the beaters, but Lu Wanwan looked at him anxiously and worriedly, and nodded softly.

Lu Wanwan helped her out. Seeing her take out her phone to call 120, Han Jingmo stopped her and said, "You can't go to the hospital. Go back to my house."

Lu Wanwan said, "Oh," and followed the order completely. She called Song Chi and asked him to drive the car over.

During the two minutes of waiting at the intersection, Lu Wanwan saw him bandage the wound skillfully. His forehead and nose were covered with cold sweat, and his arm was full of blood, but he still had no expression on his face and didn't cry out in pain, as if he was not the one injured.

After Han Jingmo had bandaged the wound, he saw her looking at him, raised her eyebrows, and tried to keep her voice steady: "Do you watch military documentaries?"

Lu Wanwan was ashamed: "Not much."

"I'll teach you how to treat wounds in the future when I have time." Han Jingmo paused, endured the burning pain, and continued: "Of course, it's not for you, you are not allowed to get hurt."

"...Oh." Lu Wanwan stared at his arm tightly and couldn't help asking: "Doesn't it hurt?"

"It hurts, it hurts so much." Han Jingmo said, and he actually smiled with the corners of his lips raised.

"..." Is this person sick? Lu Wanwan sniffed and felt like crying again.

When Song Chi drove over, he saw the blood and bandaged wounds on Han Jingmo's body, and his face turned pale.

Lu Wanwan helped him to the passenger seat and turned to sit in the front seat.

Han Jingmo explained to Song Chi in a clear and logical manner: "Go back to the hotel first and be careful. Don't tell Lin Wei about what happened today, and ask your manager for two days off. Just find a reason."

Song Chi was so panicked that he couldn't speak, and could only nod vigorously.

Han Jingmo knocked on the car window, indicating that it was okay to go.

Lu Wanwan immediately started the car and rushed out at a whoosh. The speed was very fast. Fortunately, there was not much traffic at night.

[Author's side note]: Add one more chapter, and I still owe everyone one chapter.

Nanchen, Leng Zhifeng, thank you Xiaokeai for providing the names.