She suddenly sat up from the sofa, pointing at Wei Heng's nose, looking like a cat with its fur standing on end.
Wei Heng remained expressionless, his gaze piercing Aheng like an icicle: "Don't you know what you've done? You've been a bourgeois rogue, corrupt and degenerate!"
He always speaks concisely, yet his words are extremely impactful.
Ah Heng felt guilty under his gaze, his eyes darting away, and he subconsciously touched his nose.
Wasn't it just that I had to sleep with him once to save him?
As for holding a grudge until now? That man is so petty!
She thought this to herself, but dared not say it aloud, only muttering softly, "...You really hold a grudge."
Wei Heng heard her mutterings and a mocking smile curled at the corner of his lips: "I've said it before, we're colleagues, but definitely not friends. I wouldn't stoop to associating with a woman like you with such questionable lifestyle."
As he spoke, he walked to the door, pulled it open, and made a "please" gesture, the meaning of which was all too clear: get out of here.
Ah Heng felt utterly humiliated by the mockery; she had never been treated like this before, and in a fit of anger, she started swearing—
"Wei Heng! It's so late now, how dare you, a grown man, kick me, a girl, out? Hong Kong is dangerous at night, you have no manners at all!"
Wei Heng looked her up and down, then said expressionlessly, "First of all, dressed like this, no one would think you're a woman. Besides, even if you were a woman, the ones who should be worried are the people who harass you, not you."
He paused for a moment: "Secondly, I am not a bourgeois gentleman, and besides, you, a woman, do not look like you need a gentleman."
"You! You..." Ah Heng was so angry he couldn't speak. What kind of nonsense was this guy spouting?!
Ning Yuan and Ning Bingyu are siblings. It's one thing for them to have such sharp tongues that they're unbearable to read, but why is it that Wei Heng, their fake older brother, can also be infected by Ning Yuan's sharp tongue?
She took a deep breath and was about to start cursing when suddenly, Ah Heng's expression changed, and he pounced on Wei Heng, knocking him to the ground.
"Bang bang—" Two gunshots rang out, and the bullets flew past Wei Heng's scalp, leaving two bullet holes in the wall.
If Ah Heng hadn't given him a push, he'd probably be meeting his maker by now.
Wei Heng froze for a second, then realized what had happened. He quickly got up and kicked the door shut.
Ah Heng climbed off him, pulled out a gun from his waist, skillfully released the safety, and fired two shots at the door.
"What did you do? Why is someone trying to kill you?" Ah Heng asked through gritted teeth, his voice trembling slightly.
Wei Heng didn't notice her unusual behavior at all. He quickly grabbed another gun from under the table and said in a serious, low voice—
"Don't you know work discipline? I asked you what you did in the Hong Kong government. Deal with the immediate issues first!"
Gunshots rang out again, this time more frequently, like popping beans, crackling and popping against the door, sending wood chips flying everywhere.
Clearly, there was more than one person on the other side, and this time they were using guns without silencers, which was extremely arrogant and showed no fear of being called the police.
Aheng and Weiheng quickly leaned against the door, one on each side, listening alertly to any sounds outside.
The gunfire outside the door grew increasingly intense; clearly, the enemy had discovered their hiding place behind the door and had begun firing wildly.
The residents downstairs heard the gunshots and thought it was a gang fight. They were so frightened that they huddled in their homes, not daring to show their faces.
From the 1960s to the 1980s, triads were rampant in Hong Kong. Sometimes, the police were too lazy to go out and arrest criminals. They would wait until the triads had finished fighting before randomly arresting a few people.
Wei Heng lowered his voice and quickly analyzed the situation: "There are at least six or seven people outside. We have to find a way to break through."
The enemy outnumbered them and, under heavy firepower, they had very little chance to fight back.
Bullets rained down like they were free, riddling the door with holes and sending splinters flying; it was in danger of being completely pierced at any moment.
Wei Heng gritted his teeth, veins bulging on his forehead, and roared, "Cover me!"
Ah Heng understood immediately, grabbed a low table from the side, and threw it out the door.
With a loud bang, the low table slammed against the door, and the door was instantly smashed open.
The gunfire outside stopped abruptly, and in a flash, Ah Heng unleashed a flurry of fire from both guns, his fierce firepower temporarily suppressing the enemy outside the door.
Taking advantage of the opportunity, Wei Heng pulled out a flashbang, pulled the safety pin, and threw it outwards.
"boom!"
A blinding flash illuminated the entire corridor, the gunfire outside the door abruptly ceased, followed by several screams.
Without hesitation, Wei Heng rushed out first, followed closely by A Heng. He threw away the gun with its empty magazine and pulled a long dagger from his boot, which gleamed coldly in the dim light.
The corridor reeked of gunpowder, and several men in black covered their eyes, writhing in agony on the floor.
Wei Heng's gun spat fire as he cleanly and efficiently eliminated two enemies who hadn't even had time to react.
Ah Heng was a skilled martial artist, moving like a nimble cheetah through the corridors, his dagger precisely piercing his enemy's vitals. Tragic.
Screams rose and fell, blood splattered, staining the corridor floor red.
"This way!" Wei Heng roared and ran towards the stairwell with A Heng.
The two ran wildly, with gunshots ringing out in hot pursuit from behind.
Bullets whizzed past, striking the walls and sending up shards of stone and sparks.
They had just run to the stairwell when they heard footsteps coming from downstairs.
Clearly, the other side has backup.
"Damn it! How come there are so many people?!" Ah Heng couldn't help but swear.
Wei Heng's face was gloomy. He didn't say anything, but pulled A Heng out of the nearest apartment window and jumped down the water pipe on the third floor wall.
The two quickly hid in a narrow alley filled with clutter.
The alley was deep, with towering walls on both sides, and the light was even dimmer, making it a good place to hide.
The two hid behind broken furniture deep in the alley, their bodies pressed tightly together, holding their breath and listening to the sounds outside.
Outside the alley, footsteps were chaotic, clearly indicating that pursuers were searching for their trail.
"These bastards are really persistent," Ah Heng thought to himself, frowning.
Wei Heng gripped the gun tightly, cautiously observing the movements outside the alley, his mind racing as he considered a way to escape.
Just then, a car sped past from the alley entrance, the roar of its engine drowning out their footsteps.
Once the car had driven far away, the footsteps disappeared.
Wei Heng breathed a sigh of relief: "It seems they've given up for now."
"Ha, I knew God wouldn't take me here!" Ah Heng laughed triumphantly, his tone carrying a hint of arrogance from surviving a close call.
She was about to stand up when she suddenly felt dizzy and her body slid weakly down the wall.
"Aheng!" Upon seeing this, Wei Heng quickly helped her up, only to discover that Aheng's face was frighteningly pale, and there was a trace of blood at the corner of her mouth.
"You're injured?" Wei Heng's heart tightened, and a feeling he had never experienced before welled up inside him, as if something had clenched his heart tightly.
Ah Heng's face was pale, but he waved his hand dismissively, "It's just a minor injury, it's nothing..."
Wei Heng then noticed that there was a bullet hole in A Heng's back, and blood was gushing out.
The man's heart sank suddenly, a surge of anger and heartache mingling together, almost suffocating him.
He ripped off his shirt and roughly bandaged Ah Heng's wound, unable to hold back his rare outburst of profanity: "Are you fucking crazy? You got shot and didn't even say so!"
This angle shows the first time she pushed him away; back then, it wasn't two shots, but one!
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