Chapter 125 Fu Beichen, Only 29 Days Left to Live
"go out!"
He was so angry he was about to explode; his chest heaved violently, and he roared so loudly that the air seemed to buzz.
Gu Xingnian watched him fly into a rage, but she maintained her calm and collected expression.
She added gently, "I know Mr. Xi is injured and it's inconvenient for him to be here."
"Then I will repay your kindness after you have recovered."
After saying that, she quietly turned around and walked gracefully out.
At this moment, Fu Beichen's face was as black as the bottom of a pot.
I'm furious!
She...she's actually going to sacrifice herself for that so-called "Mr. Xi"?
Depend on!
She's going to marry that man? Is she crazy?
No!
He's going crazy!
Does this woman even know what she's doing?
Outside the door.
Gu Xingnian gently closed the door, blocking the fiery gaze from inside.
Leaning against the door, she finally couldn't help but let her lips curl into a wide smile.
Seeing Fu Beichen's frustrated and furious expression, she was secretly overjoyed.
snort.
Who told him to lie to her for so long while disguised as "Mr. Xi"?
Should!
...
The western docks are dark and damp abandoned warehouses.
Sheng Weiwei huddled in the corner of the cold iron cage, having been hungry for two days and one night, her body trembling uncontrollably.
Her forehead was burning hot, and the high fever made her vision blurry.
She felt like she was about to die.
Before long, she was dragged out and tied to a wooden frame. The rough hemp rope cut deep into her flesh, and every inch of her skin screamed in pain.
The area beneath the wooden frame was piled high with firewood, and the strong smell of gasoline was nauseating.
She hung her head weakly, cold sweat mixed with tears streaming down her face.
Xing Wenxiong, with a cigar in his mouth and a long, black whip in his hand, strolled over slowly.
He was followed by more than two hundred henchmen, each wielding a stick and a machete, looking fierce and menacing.
"Brothers!" Xing Wenxiong exhaled a smoke ring, his voice arrogant, "That kid Zhan Xiao is already on his way!"
He paused, his gaze sweeping over the crowd with a fierce intensity.
"Today, we must take Zhan Xiao's head! Reclaim the East District! From now on, I'll make sure my brothers live a life of luxury and enjoy endless riches!"
"Brother Xiong is awesome!"
"Brother Xiong is awesome!"
The underlings were stirred up and became excited, brandishing their weapons and roaring arrogantly.
Xing Wenxiong walked up to Sheng Weiwei and grinned cruelly.
"Little girl, look carefully."
He used the tip of the whip to lift her chin, his eyes mocking.
"If Zhan Xiao and Sheng Tingxiao don't come to save you today, then it's your death day."
"Don't blame me for being ruthless; blame yourself for being a member of the Sheng family!"
After saying that, he raised his arm, and the long whip whistled down with the wind.
"Smack!"
The first lash struck her arm, tearing her skin and flesh.
Sheng Weiwei trembled in pain, biting her lower lip hard as the taste of blood filled her mouth.
"Smack!"
The second lash landed on her leg, instantly staining her skirt red with blood.
She remained silent.
"Smack!"
The third lash was even more ferocious, and bright red blood seeped out continuously, staining her plain-colored skirt red, a shocking sight.
She clenched her teeth, stubbornly refusing to make a sound; only her rapid breathing betrayed her pain.
Sudden--
"Bang!"
A muffled gunshot pierced the night sky.
A burst of blood erupted from Xing Wenxiong's right wrist, which was holding the whip, and the whip flew out of his hand.
"Ah—!" He let out a shrill scream, his face contorted in pain, and he crouched down, clutching his wrist.
An unexpected change occurred.
"Swish, swish, swish!"
Six black SUVs, like beasts of the night, shone their blinding headlights in unison, surrounding Xing Wenxiong and his men.
The light was too bright, and Sheng Weiwei subconsciously squinted.
A deep, cold voice, devoid of any warmth, pierced through the noise and rang out clearly.
"You dare touch my woman?" A fierce voice rang out, carrying an immense sense of oppression.
Sheng Weiwei struggled to lift her heavy eyelids and, through her blurry, tear-filled eyes, saw a tall figure walking towards her against the light.
The man wore a silver mask with a cold, metallic sheen, exuding a chilling aura like that of a demon from hell.
The war lord has arrived!
Xing Wenxiong looked at the bodyguards behind Zhan Xiao. They were all dressed in black combat uniforms, holding sophisticated weapons, moving in unison, and with cold eyes.
That well-trained professional demeanor was clearly far superior to the rabble under his command.
He endured the excruciating pain in his wrist, his previous arrogance vanished, and he forced a smile that looked more like a grimace.
"Brother Xiao... Brother Xiao, what brings you here? It's a misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding!"
His eyes darted around, pointing to Sheng Weiwei who was tied to the wooden frame, and he hurriedly explained.
"Brother Xiao, look, this woman is Sheng Tingxiao's younger sister!"
"Back then, that bastard surnamed Sheng almost took your life! I set up this scheme today to lure him out and avenge you, Brother Xiao!"
He tried to shift the blame onto Sheng Tingxiao and absolve himself of any responsibility.
The words had barely left his mouth—
"Boom—boom boom—"
A violent roar of a motorcycle engine approached from afar, like a thunderclap from a clear sky.
A swift black shadow tore through the night, piercing through the crowd like a sharp sword, bringing with it a gust of wind.
"Screech—" The ear-piercing sound of brakes.
A tall man dressed in a black, tight-fitting combat suit stopped steadily less than three meters in front of Xing Wenxiong.
The man wore a hideous black ghost mask, revealing only a pair of sharp, hawk-like eyes that flashed with a chilling light, fixed intently on Xing Wenxiong.
His powerful aura instantly overwhelmed the entire scene. He parted his thin lips slightly, his voice icy and chilling.
"I've arrived."
Startled by this sudden turn of events, Xing Wenxiong stumbled backward and fell to the ground with a thud. His face was ashen, and he pointed at the masked man, his voice trembling.
"You...you are...Sheng Tingxiao?"
He turned sharply to Zhan Xiao, as if grasping at a lifeline, "Brother Xiao! It's Sheng Tingxiao! He's here! Quick! Take him down!"
Sheng Weiwei strained to open her bloodshot eyes, desperately trying to see the man wearing a black mask.
Although I couldn't see his face clearly, I could feel his familiar figure and his steady, mountain-like aura...
It's my older brother!
It really is my older brother!
Her heart skipped a beat, a surge of intense bittersweet emotion welling up inside her.
"Brother..." she managed to utter a weak, almost inaudible call with all her might, and tears instantly streamed down her face.
Zhan Xiao and Sheng Tingxiao, one with a silver mask and the other with a black mask, looked like two killing gods, separated by no more than three meters.
The air seemed to freeze.
The next second, the two moved! They were as fast as lightning, their movements completely undetectable!
Target: Xing Wenxiong!
As if telepathically connected, the two attacked simultaneously, their swift and fierce punches and kicks carrying a force that tore through the air, slamming heavily into Xing Wenxiong.
"Bang! Bang! Crack!" The sound of bones breaking was clearly audible.
Xing Wenxiong didn't even have time to scream before he was beaten so badly that he was completely powerless to fight back, like a broken sandbag.
Less than ten seconds.
Just moments ago, Xing Wenxiong was so arrogant, but now he was slumped on the ground like a lump of mud, barely breathing.
The two hundred or so henchmen around him were dumbfounded, terrified out of their wits. Their hands, gripping their knives and guns, trembled as they retreated step by step, fearing they would be the next to be eliminated.
This isn't a fight, it's a one-sided massacre! It's terrifying!
Zhan Xiao stepped forward, picked up the dying Xing Wenxiong with one hand as if he were a chick, and effortlessly threw him onto the pile of firewood on the high platform.
Sheng Tingxiao, on the other hand, leaped up like a cheetah and landed steadily on the high platform.
He gently untied the ropes binding Sheng Weiwei, picked her up horizontally, and then leaped into the air, landing steadily.
Sheng Weiwei nestled in his strong, warm embrace, her whole body trembling.
I don't know if it was the cold from excessive blood loss or the excitement of regaining what I had lost.
"Brother... Brother..." she kept calling softly, hot tears uncontrollably sliding down her cheeks and dripping onto his black combat uniform.
She couldn't see the man's expression behind his mask, but she could see that there seemed to be tears glistening in his deep eyes.
He lowered his head, his voice hoarse with suppressed emotion, and softly called out, "Little girl, I'm here!"
He gently brushed aside the stray hairs on her forehead, damp with cold sweat, with his ungloved fingers; his movements were incredibly tender.
Does it hurt?
"It hurts! It hurts so much!" She hid in his arms, tears streaming down her face, clutching his shirt tightly as if grasping at a last straw.
"I'm sorry, I've dragged you into this." Sheng Tingxiao's voice was filled with deep guilt and self-blame, but the mask concealed all his expressions.
He carried her and walked step by step to Zhan Xiao.
Sheng Weiwei immediately tensed up. She looked up timidly at the man wearing a silver mask, who exuded an aura that kept strangers at bay.
"Zhan Xiao...please...don't hurt my brother..." Her voice was choked with sobs, filled with pleading.
Zhan Xiao said nothing, his eyes fixed on her with a deep gaze.
Sheng Tingxiao took a deep look at his younger sister in his arms, and then carefully handed her to Zhan Xiao.
Zhan Xiao reached out and steadily took her frail body in his arms.
Two tall men wearing masks, one in black and one in silver, stood there quietly.
One delivers, the other accepts.
It was like some kind of sacred handover ceremony, the atmosphere solemn. Later, Sheng Weiwei learned what this handover ceremony meant—serious and tragic... Her brother was gone forever!
Sheng Tingxiao took off a string of blood-red agate beads from his own wrist and gently slipped it onto Sheng Weiwei's wrist.
The cool agate touched her burning skin.
He gave her one last, deep look, then resolutely turned and strode toward the heavy motorcycle.
There was no lingering attachment whatsoever.
"Brother! Brother—!"
Sheng Weiwei cried out in his arms, her heart breaking, reaching out to grab him, but only grasping at nothingness.
Everything went black before her eyes, and she completely fainted.
Zhan Xiao held the unconscious Sheng Weiwei in his arms, his eyes coldly sweeping over Xing Wenxiong on the pile of firewood.
He merely turned his head slightly and gave a glance.
His deputy immediately understood, took out a metal lighter, lit it with a "snap," and casually tossed it onto the pile of firewood soaked in gasoline.
"call--"
The flames shot up instantly and spread rapidly, the firelight reaching the sky and illuminating the entire dock as if it were daytime.
Before long, Xing Wenxiong's heart-wrenching screams echoed from the woodpile, sending chills down everyone's spines.
"I'll take her to Tianshui Peak to heal her wounds," Zhan Xiao said to his deputy, then carried Sheng Weiwei away.
As for Xing Wenxiong's remaining rabble, they were all put on trucks by Zhan Xiao's deputy, where they would be forced to do endless labor on a remote, isolated farm.
From then on, the last remaining powerful gang in Maduri collapsed!
A blood-red sunset once again graces Tianshui Peak.
Fu Beichen slept for half a day before slowly waking up.
He slowly got up and went into the bathroom, but was surprised to see that the spot on his back where he had been pricked with needles was a large, dark patch, which was shocking to see.
He tried to calm his inner unease, but suddenly coughed and spat out a mouthful of black blood, which fell into the white jade wash basin, resembling a noble and eerie black datura flower!
Immediately afterwards, blood dripped from his nose like beads from a broken chain...
He didn't know that he only had 29 days left to live!
He had no idea that Gu Xingnian would become pregnant with his child again...
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