Fighting
"Yang Zheng..." Shen Anxia called out to him, wanting to take his hand.
As the taxi drew nearer in an instant, Yang Zheng took Shen Anxia's hand with his left hand, bent down, pulled up her windbreaker, and covered her head with it, shielding her eyes. He patted her hand gently and reassuringly, saying, "Anxia, close your eyes."
Then close the car windows to protect Shen Anxia in a relatively closed and safe environment.
He put his hands in his pockets, took a few steps back, and placed one foot on the stomach of the driver who was barely breathing. His eyes were fixed on the two people who got out of the taxi, one carrying a machete about half a meter long.
The two men paused for a moment as they walked around Yang Zheng's car. One of them, the taller one, pulled the other, the fat one, and they exchanged a glance.
The tall man glanced at the accomplice Yang Zheng was standing on, lowered his hand holding the long knife, and put on a big smile, laughing and saying, "Buddy, my brother did something wrong. It was all a misunderstanding. I'm sorry if he offended you! Calm down. You've already beaten him up, so we're even."
The fat man chimed in from the side: "Otherwise, no one would know how you died here today."
Yang Zheng didn't even lift his eyelids. He took a handkerchief out of his pocket and gently wiped the dried blood from his hands: "If you have something to say, talk to the police."
The fat man sneered, "Damn, you won't listen to reason, so you'll have to suffer the consequences."
Before he could finish speaking, the tall man struck first, swinging his machete at Yang Zheng's head. The blade whistled through the air as it aimed at Yang Zheng's crown. The fat man also reacted quickly, tearing through the air with his knife and stabbing at Yang Zheng's abdomen. Yang Zheng was caught in a pincer attack from above and below, and unless he retreated, he had no way to avoid it!
Shen Anxia's heart was in her throat.
Just after Yang Zheng closed the car window, she pulled down Yang Zheng's coat, revealing a pair of eyes looking at the two people who got out of the stopped taxi and walked around Yang Zheng's car. The two people were carrying long knives that were enough to make people's legs go weak. They glanced into Yang Zheng's car as they passed by.
Shen Anxia immediately recognized the fat man wielding the long knife as the same taxi driver with the tattooed arms who had almost hit her that day! Her wide eyes were filled with terror.
Shen Anxia knew that Yang Zheng's car was not visible from the outside, but she still couldn't help trembling.
The two men glanced at the car, lowered their long swords, walked up to Yang Zheng, and said something to him.
The soundproofing was so good that Shen Anxia couldn't hear anything.
She couldn't see Yang Zheng's expression, but she saw him take out a handkerchief to wipe his slender fingers, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down, as if he were saying something.
The next second, the two men, each wielding a knife, charged towards Yang Zheng from above and below, left and right, their blades gleaming coldly.
Shen Anxia clung tightly to the car window with both hands, calling out to Yang Zheng, but her voice was so hoarse that she could barely make a sound.
She didn't dare blink, staring intently at the three men. She saw Yang Zheng nimbly dodge the fat man's long knife that was thrusting towards his abdomen. The knife almost grazed Yang Zheng's abdomen but didn't even touch his shirt.
At the same time, he hooked his left hand upwards and grabbed the tall man's hand holding the cleaver. Using the tall man's wrist, which was full of power, he launched a Thai flying kick, kicking the long knife out of the fat man's hand on the left. While in the air, he hooked his right leg back around the fat man's neck, and his left leg slashed down from high above, striking the fat man on the head. The fat man groaned and fell softly to the ground. He then used his arm to flip the tall man's wrist and spun him around, throwing him to the ground.
The two struggled for a long time but couldn't get up.
Yang Zheng bent down, grabbed the back of their collars, lifted them up like chickens, and slammed their heads together hard! Then he separated them and slammed them together again! And again!
Shen Anxia seemed to hear the sound of the two people's skulls shattering.
When the two were almost unconscious, Yang Zheng grabbed them by the back of their collars and threw them far away. The two immediately collapsed to the ground, writhing in pain in bizarre positions, with disgusting, sticky blood slowly flowing from their mouths and noses.
Yang Zheng squatted down, picked up the handkerchief he had just used, shook off the dust, and wiped his fingers again.
The sound of police sirens grew louder as the three police cars sped toward them, their lights flashing up and down, kicking up a trail of dust.
As the police car approached the scene, it stopped, and about ten people got out and ran towards the scene.
Yang Zheng stood up and watched the police clean up the scene. His gaze met that of a policeman who reached out to him.
“Officer Chen.” Yang Zheng also reached out and shook his hand.
"Mr. Yang, I'm so sorry, we've arrived as quickly as possible." Officer Chen didn't even glance at the three people lying on the ground in different positions, but looked at Yang Zheng, whose hands still had traces of blood, and apologized to him.
"The timing is perfect." Yang Zheng's face was cold and stern, without a trace of a smile.
Officer Chen assumed Yang Zheng was angry because they were late, so he apologized again, saying, "The secretary instructed us to do this. You've worked hard tonight. Where is the girl you mentioned? We'll take her back to take a statement, is that alright?"
"My girlfriend is traumatized and injured all over. I need to take her to the hospital now. I'll personally visit her tomorrow or later to discuss the statement." Yang Zheng refused outright.
Upon hearing the word "girlfriend," Officer Chen broke out in a cold sweat and didn't dare ask any more questions. He nodded repeatedly, "Yes, yes, we need to go to the hospital first. You go ahead and do your work; leave the rest to us."
Yang Zheng's facial features softened a bit. He said "Thank you" and turned to walk towards his car.
After taking a couple of steps, he turned back to the police officer and said, "Officer Chen, my girlfriend's phone and bag are missing. I'd appreciate it if you could help me find them."
"Okay! Don't worry, we've found it and will deliver it to you," Officer Chen said.
Thank you.
Yang Zheng walked back to the back seat of his car, opened the door, and looked at the still-shaken Shen Anxia. He gently stroked her swollen cheek and said softly, "Anxia, shall I carry you to the passenger seat?"
Shen Anxia's eyes were red and swollen. She nodded gently and stretched out her arms to him.
Yang Zheng leaned forward so that Shen Anxia's arms could easily wrap around his neck. At the same time, he picked up the windbreaker that had slipped off at some point and wrapped it around Shen Anxia. He picked Shen Anxia up with one hand and closed the car door with the other.
While directing the cleanup of the crime scene, Officer Chen secretly watched as Yang Zheng carried the person out of the car.
Mr. Yang protected her very well. From this angle, Officer Chen could not see the girl's face, but he could still see the shocking bloodstains on her arm and her ankle, which was obviously swollen to at least twice its normal size.
Seeing Mr. Yang's cautious demeanor, Officer Chen frowned deeply.
After walking halfway around the car, Yang Zheng opened the passenger door, gently placed Shen Anxia in the seat, and then fastened her seatbelt.
As the seatbelt wrapped around Shen Anxia's abdomen, Yang Zheng heard her let out a soft gasp that seemed to get stuck in her throat. Looking up, he saw Shen Anxia's brows furrowed. Yang Zheng also unconsciously frowned, and gently tightened the seatbelt for her little by little.
Yang Zheng started the car, adjusted the steering wheel with his left hand, and gently held Shen Anxia's left hand with his right hand. Without looking at anyone or anything else, he drove straight ahead.
The dirt road was barely wide enough for two cars, while three police cars were parked in a row in the middle of the road. Before Officer Chen could ask the drivers to move their cars, Yang Zheng's car had already sped past the police cars, leaving only its taillights gradually disappearing from people's sight.
Yang Zheng took Shen Anxia directly to the city hospital, but Shen Anxia refused to go to the hospital no matter what. No matter how Yang Zheng coaxed her, it didn't work. Looking at her pleading eyes with tears in them, Yang Zheng sighed and coaxed Shen Anxia: "Anxia, we need to have a CT scan of your chest, abdomen and head. Some hidden dangers can't be seen from the outside."
"Then, just a CT scan, no injections," Shen Anxia said in a hoarse voice, making her biggest concession.
Yang Zheng said helplessly, "At least get a tetanus shot. I'll take care of the other external injuries, okay?"
Seeing that she lowered her head in agreement, Yang Zheng picked her up, took her to the emergency room, registered, had a CT scan and a tetanus shot, got some medicine and gauze, and took her back to the apartment.
After placing her on the sofa, Yang Zheng went to the bathroom to fetch a basin of hot water, intending to clean her wounds.
Yang Zheng wrung out the towel until it was half dry, then lifted up Shen Anxia's coat, but didn't know where to start. Shen Anxia was covered in scrapes, bruises, and dried blood. His once soft and smooth hair had lost its luster and resilience, and was now covered in burrs from being rubbed by gravel and hard soil. A few strands of hair on his forehead were stuck together with blood. Two buttons on his shirt were torn off, and the last button was teetering on the verge of falling off, revealing bruises on his chest. His knee-length shorts had a tear along the seam on the left leg, extending all the way to the top of his thigh, and his right ankle was swollen and transparent.
Yang Zheng's eyes reddened instantly.
As he gently wiped around the wound on her forehead, Shen Anxia flinched.
"I'll be gentle." Yang Zheng softened his movements again, cleaning Shen Anxia's body part by part. It took him more than an hour to clean her up. Then, thinking about the areas covered by her clothes, Yang Zheng asked cautiously, "Anxia, can you take off your clothes and let me clean you up?"
Shen Anxia nodded and reached out to unbutton her clothes, but she couldn't even lift her arms at the moment, as even the slightest movement of her arms aggravated her multiple injuries.
"Shall I solve this?" Yang Zheng asked.
"Hmm." Shen Anxia made a sound through her nose.
Yang Zheng stepped forward and helped her unbutton her clothes, taking off her top and pants, leaving her only in her bra and underwear.
He didn't have the energy to think about anything romantic. He only noticed the bruises on Shen Anxia's chest from her finger marks, which were made even more glaring by her milky skin. There was a deep and long cut on her lower back, probably from a pebble, from which blood was seeping out. There was also a bloody and gruesome wound on her shoulder.
Yang Zheng was furious. His face was ashen as he cleaned Shen Anxia's wounds bit by bit. It hurt when he applied hydrogen peroxide, but he had to disinfect and apply medicine to Shen Anxia's wounds. He also had to use safflower oil to spread the bruises on Shen Anxia's ankles.
Fortunately, he had been able to treat various wounds since he was a child, so Shen Anxia's wounds did not get infected.
Finally, I fed her the medicine prescribed by the hospital and dressed her in her usual loose pajamas.
After finishing everything, Yang Zheng glanced at the clock on the wall; it was already three in the morning.
He carried her back to bed, then remembered that his phone was still outside. He was about to go to the living room to get it when Shen Anxia grabbed his clothes.
"Yang Zheng, I'm scared." These were the first words Shen Anxia spoke after returning to her apartment.
Yang Zheng grasped Shen Anxia's hand, leaned down and said to her, "I'm going to get my phone, I'll be right back."
Shen Anxia hummed in agreement.
Yang Zheng took his phone and returned to Shen Anxia's side, sitting on the edge of the bed. He held her hand and said, "Sleep, I'll stay with you."
Shen Anxia closed her eyes as instructed, holding Yang Zheng's hands tightly, and fell asleep almost instantly. In her sleep, she mumbled, "Yang Zheng, don't let my parents know."
Yang Zheng sent two messages on his phone with his other hand, then dimmed the lights, pressed his temples to relieve fatigue, and looked at Shen Anxia.
She hadn't changed her bra and panties, and Yang Zheng hadn't had time to clean her hair, but she, who was usually extremely clean, seemed not to have noticed these things at all.
Since leaving the banquet, the night seemed to have been too dark. Yang Zheng's heart ached so much that it convulsed. At this moment, he truly knew that the heart could indeed convulse in pain.
This night was truly too long.
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