Shovel God of War
Based on her memory, Qingcheng reconstructed the layout of the conference room. The place where the Great Master was tortured was the original conference table, where, in addition to Shi Mihong, there were three henchmen with guns.
Yingqi and Huige were in the northeast corner of the sofa, only three or four steps from the door, guarded by a thug.
Strange, with their skills, they shouldn't be so easily controlled by a thug. Just do it. Had their weapons been confiscated? Thinking of this, Kiyosumi pulled a small knife from her sleeve, pretended to drop it on the ground accidentally, and kicked it next to Ingki when the thug turned around.
Yingqi shuddered and immediately pressed the knife down with his thigh. He looked over with surprise and delight. Qingcheng quickly pointed to the door, signaling them to run away.
Upon receiving instructions, Yingqi tugged at Hui Ge beside him, but Hui Ge shook his head firmly with a subtle expression. Just as he was about to make a gesture, he was kicked to the ground.
"You old bastard, trying to pull some tricks right under my nose, you don't want to live anymore," the thug cursed, stepping on Hui's back.
Upon hearing the thug's threat, Hui Ge immediately stopped all his actions and looked at Qing Cheng from a distance, seemingly hesitant.
What was Liu Hui worried about? Had they been given leverage, or was he trying to gather more information? Qingcheng wasn't sure. In this situation, she could only wait quietly for the right opportunity; if anything went wrong, everyone would die!
"Hmph, I almost forgot about you guys." Shi Mihong wiped the blood-stained knife with the Master's clothes and strolled over.
"Sir, every wrong has its perpetrator, and every debt its debtor. We have no grudge against you, and we haven't even seen your face. Can you please let us go?" Liu Hui pleaded, cupping his hands in a gesture of respect.
“You’re right, you’re not my target. Killing a couple more would be a huge loss for me.” Shi Mihong lightly ran her thumb along the blade. “However, if I hand you over to the Nanjing government, you’d be worth some money.”
“Sir, you look like someone who does big business. People like us are nobody, nameless and worthless. You need to find the big bosses on the wanted list, that’s more in line with your style,” Liu Hui flattered, unconsciously revealing his Cantonese accent.
Fortunately, Shi Mihong didn't mind. He dusted off his trousers and said casually, "Who said that? Even a mosquito's leg is meat. If you don't sell it to the Nanjing government, you can sell it to Southeast Asia as a laborer. A young lad should be worth thirty silver dollars. As for you, I'll sell you half and give you away. An old piglet can be worth four or five dollars."
"Damn it, Shi Mihong is such a big killer, yet he's so greedy. Even after deducting the commission, he'd still do a two-yuan deal," Qingcheng cursed inwardly. Her gaze unconsciously slid toward Mr. Da. Mr. Da wasn't quite dead yet, so Brother Hui couldn't speak anymore, but she couldn't open her mouth either.
Just then, Yingqi looked over with pleading eyes, and an idea struck her. She gestured to Yingqi a few times, asking him to be her mouth double.
Raising his eyelids, Yingqi sneered: "Heh, thirty silver dollars? I can give you fifty silver dollars and let us go."
Shi Mihong let out a puzzled "Eh" and teased, "Aren't you Communists all poor? Why are you pretending to be rich?"
Good heavens, the Nationalist government's propaganda machine is really powerful; even the underworld knows we're poor. Qingcheng tapped his fingers rhythmically on the butt of his gun, conveying the message.
Yingqi glanced sideways and retorted, "What does it matter to us if others are poor? Don't you even know what kind of business we're doing with Master? How could we be short of money?"
Suddenly, Shi Mihong turned around in disbelief, and Qingcheng followed suit. After a long pause, Shi Mihong turned back to stare at Yingqi, and Qingcheng turned back with him. Yingqi gave him an awkward but polite smile.
Qingcheng immediately suggested that Yingqi raise his own value, and then let him do whatever he wanted, as long as he could attract Shimi Hong.
This time, Yingqi took the initiative: "Besides the ransom, the stones you found on me can open a treasure chest. That chest is an exquisite mechanism box. If you can sell it to a wealthy collector, it will be worth at least a hundred silver dollars. The documents inside are exactly what your boss needs. I'll open the chest for you, and both the documents and the chest are yours."
It turned out that our most important keepsake had been stolen by Shi Mihong. Qingcheng understood, and as he pondered how to dispel the smoke in the room, he seemed to see black fan blades in his hazy vision.
While he was spinning twice, Qingcheng used the smoke and furniture as cover to sneak up to the fan. But when she got closer, she realized that it was not an ordinary electric fan, but an exhaust fan embedded in the wall. Qingcheng was overjoyed. This one was even better, but it was loud. Maybe she should try it on a low setting.
Shi Mihong said dismissively, "Since I have the key, I can open it anytime. At worst, I can just smash the cover open. If I can make one, I can make a second one."
“I advise you not to break it by force. There’s a crevic in this box filled with acid. If it breaks, the contents will be destroyed, and you won’t get a single penny!” Yingqi threatened. “I don’t know if you’ve shaken the box. If you have, you must have heard the sound of the marbles. Only I know how the marbles should move and how to reset them.”
"So you knew from the beginning that the box was a fake?" Shi Mihong's breath hitched.
“That’s right, otherwise how could we have both escaped unscathed?” Yingqi concluded. “If you want to make money, don’t pretend. The reason you didn’t kill Mr. Da was because of the documents in the box. They might contain important tools he used to rebel against your boss. So, by retrieving the documents intact, you’ve done a great service. In the future, you’ll not only have money, but also power.”
"You know who my boss is." Shi Mihong pressed the dagger against Ying Qi's neck.
Yingqi gave a meaningful smile, but remained silent. Sensing his hesitation, Qingcheng quickly moved closer to Yingqi, offering her support. He truly didn't know about the entanglement between Sister Gui and Mr. Da.
"You little brat, you'd better tell me everything you know, or I'll have to take action." Shi Mihong's hands were bulging with veins, and a bloody gash appeared on Ying Qi's neck in an instant.
Undeterred by the death threat, Yingqi said, “It’s no secret that the eldest son has a wife who is like an empress dowager. His initial capital was entirely supported by his wife, but after he became successful, he disliked his wife for being old and unattractive and unable to have children. So he kept a second wife outside. Not only did he keep her outside, but he also wanted to divorce his wife and give his mistress and illegitimate child a formal status. What woman could bear such betrayal? I also sympathize with her.”
"As expected of someone who works in intelligence, you have guts!" Shi Mihong loosened his grip on the dagger. "I really couldn't bear to smash the box, and I was too lazy to interrogate that old scoundrel. Since you know that the old man was the one who was unjust and treacherous first, then you can just kill him, open another box, and I'll call it a day."
Just then, the man covered in blood let out a hoarse roar: "Don't believe him! He's trying to frame you for my death, making it even harder for your party to operate in Shanghai in the future."
Qingcheng's heart tightened. What a coincidence! Sister Gui wanted to frame us for killing Master Da, and Qingcheng also wanted to frame Shi Mihong for killing "Old Sun".
Let's see who laughs last. Qingcheng and Yingqi exchanged a glance and gestured for him to stall for a little longer, as the smoke had visibly thinned out.
“It’s best if you resolve your internal conflicts internally. We’re not ordinary sellers; we plan to do other business in Shanghai in the future. The documents in the box are our pledge to your boss, and the mechanical box is my gift to you. Who knows, we might have collaborations in the future. Consider it a gesture of goodwill.” Yingqi extended his hand in a gesture of goodwill.
After hesitating for a moment, Shi Mihong also reached out and grasped it, magically slipping the magnet back into Yingqi's palm.
"Do you need to take out the target first? It'll only take a few seconds, so he doesn't see anything he shouldn't." Yingqi pointed at Mr. Da, and secretly transferred the magnet to Hui Ge with his other hand.
Following Yingqi's finger, Shi Mihong glanced at him and said, "It's nothing. I've severed the old man's tendons in his hands and feet, so he can't get over here. The boss still wants to cut him a thousand times."
"It's up to you. Before opening the box, we'd better make a gentleman's agreement. After opening the box, the documents and the mechanism box are yours, and the opening stone is mine. It's just a key to you, but it's my identification and must not be lent out. Of course, you don't need to worry about the integrity of the box. I'll make you another key, and it will definitely look better than the original," Yingqi said neither humbly nor arrogantly.
"Alright, you two, go get the box from Master Hong." Shi Mihong instructed her underlings. Qingcheng was also called upon and eagerly followed to get the box, since the magnet was in her pocket.
"Wait a minute." Qingcheng stopped in her tracks, cold sweat pouring down her face. What kind of trouble was Shi Mihong up to now?
Shi Mihong waved her hand and said, "Forget it, let him stay alone. You stay."
A short while later, the younger brother brought back a dark wooden box, which was only coated with raw lacquer and looked completely solid, without any carvings or patterns, or even an opening.
"Master Shi, two police officers have come downstairs and are asking what happened with the explosion just now," the underling whispered to Shi Mihong, which Qingcheng could barely hear.
Shi Mihong scoffed: "Tch, they're just trying to extort money from us. A few stinky patrolmen can't possibly do anything. Try not to fire any shots to alert them. Open the boxes first."
After several turns, the magnet returned to Yingqi's hand, and he had no choice but to open it. Yingqi's Adam's apple bobbed, and with Qingcheng's authorization, he slowly pressed the magnet against the side of the box, as if navigating a maze, until the magnet finally returned to the top of the box.
A clear "ding" sounded as a marble landed, and everyone in the room held their breath instantly. Shi Mihong glanced warily at Ying Qi, then gently lifted the lid of the box to reveal a kraft paper envelope.
“I told you it was an important document, take it.” Yingqi smiled and tapped the box, but his hands behind his back were clenched tightly.
"Haha, thanks a lot, I've given the boss the instructions." Shi Mihong put the lid on and laughed easily.
No sooner had he finished speaking than a powerful gust of wind came flying towards him. Yingqi was prepared and dodged to the side. The wind grazed his ear and messed up his sideburns.
With a flick of his wrist, Yingqi thrust the dagger forward, but Shi Mihong swiftly grabbed his wrist, twisting it behind his back. The sharp knife flashed through the air, aimed directly at Yingqi's throat. In the nick of time, Yingqi kicked the box towards Qingcheng.
Without a second thought, Qingcheng jumped up and caught the wooden box. Instantly, everyone stopped fighting, and she became the center of attention. Qingcheng slowly picked up the box as if to throw it, but she made a feint, picked up the box, and ran away.
Shi Mihong was caught off guard by Qingcheng's actions and lost her composure, lunging at her suddenly.
"Catch!" Qingcheng couldn't dodge in time and threw the box to Hui Ge before falling to the ground. She groaned as Shi Mihong pressed her to the ground. Shi Mihong's strength was too great, and she felt like her ribs were about to break.
Suddenly, wood chips flew everywhere, and the floor beside her shattered. But Shi Mihong miraculously dodged the bullets from afar. His gas mask cracked open, revealing his pale face and bloodstains.
Ah, so close! Qingcheng was filled with regret. She never expected that Shi Mihong's movements would be so swift and agile. Shi Mihong took the opportunity to pull off the cumbersome gas mask, leaped up, and clamped Hui Ge's shoulder with her fingers like iron hoops.
Hui Ge remained silent, veins bulging on his forehead, and repeatedly struck Shi Mihong with his elbows. Just as his underlings were about to come to his rescue, they were sent to their deaths by bullets from afar. The others hid behind cover, too afraid to move.
Seeing an opening, Yingqi plunged his sword into Shi Mihong's right shoulder blade. Shi Mihong cried out in pain and loosened his grip. Taking advantage of the moment, Huige broke free from Shi Mihong's control, his hand trembling as he pulled an envelope from the box and handed it to Qingcheng. Qingcheng stuffed it into her pocket and strode out the door.
Shi Mihong, unable to break free from the two men's fight, shouted angrily, "Hurry up and chase them!"
Leaving the assassins far behind, Qingcheng ran all the way to the top of the stairs before stopping. Moonlight streamed through holes in the wall, brightening the stairwell. She gasped for breath, removing her stuffy mask; she had truly been terrified.
*Click!* A hard object pressed against the back of Qingcheng's head. She raised her hand, on the verge of tears. What was going on? Had she run into Master Hong?
"Don't move!" a deep, authoritative male voice rang out. "Where is the Master?"
So it was looking for Master. Qingcheng breathed a sigh of relief, his eyes darting around, and asked in the Green Gang slang, "Is it the men in your family? There are hawks (officials) outside. If you open the kiln (gun), they will come running at the sound."
"Whose red invitation are you paying respects to?" the man asked suspiciously.
“Xuanwu Hall, Master Gui.” Qingcheng replied earnestly, as Xuanwu Hall’s dock was very close to here.
"So you're from under the water ghost. Are the guards at the South Heavenly Gate (upstairs) tough?" The man's tone softened, but his grip remained.
“Damn. They dared to lie in ambush beforehand, and by the time the floodwaters rose (they attacked), our men had already realized what was happening, and many had been killed.” Qingcheng replied calmly.
Seemingly satisfied with Qingcheng's answer, the man put down his gun, introduced himself as one of the Great Master's bodyguards, Grey Dove, and asked Qingcheng to lead the way.
"Guy, you're all alone. You can't fight against four people. Are you going to go up there and die? Besides, Master's limbs are all crippled. You can only carry him down." Qingcheng said with a worried expression.
"What? Damn it, I knew dealing with officials was never a good thing." Grey Pigeon cursed viciously.
"They weren't the ones negotiating business; their leader has already been killed," Kiyosumi embellished the story.
"Are you sure you heard someone call out 'Master Shi'?" Grey Pigeon gasped.
“I’m 100% sure, there’s also a Master Hong, who seems to be waiting downstairs. You met him…” Qingcheng didn’t finish her sentence.
Bang! A loud explosion shook the entire stairwell, and Qingcheng immediately recognized it as the sound of a grenade exploding. As if to confirm her words, several gunshots rang out, especially clear in the silent night.
Just as the gray pigeon was stunned, Qingcheng pressed him down to the ground. The cement wall above their heads suddenly exploded, and then another bullet grazed their ears as it flew past.
The two separated reflexively. Qingcheng stood up and pushed Grey Pigeon: "It's too late, man. The big boss is lying on the table on the right side of the conference room. I'll cover your retreat. You go first, hurry up!"
The gray pigeon then seemed to wake from a dream and ran upstairs despite the bullets. But he tripped and fell flat on his face, getting covered in dirt and practically tumbling as he ran up.
Once the gray pigeon was out of sight, Kiyosumi couldn't hold back any longer and covered her mouth, bursting into laughter. "You have to be kind to newcomers; you can't have too high expectations," she thought. "The kid's marksmanship still needs improvement; he almost killed the gray pigeon. He could be a witness if he were alive."
Hehe, that explosion sounded like a grenade. Li Sheng must be setting up the scene. Qingcheng followed the sound and found Li Sheng preparing to leave.
The smell of rust filled the air. Qingcheng glanced at the messy red meat and clicked her tongue in amazement. It was fried to such a fine powder that how would the corpse collectors identify the body?
"Don't worry, I've slipped a token into his body, he'll definitely recognize it." Li Sheng chuckled, took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and leisurely took a drag.
"Stop smoking, be careful of an explosion. This is a flour mill, open flames are prohibited." Qingcheng kindly reminded them, fortunately this was an office building, not a production area.
"Just one bite, just one bite," Li Sheng pleaded.
Suddenly, two gusts of wind swept past them, extinguishing Li Sheng's cigarette.
"Isn't that Brother Hui!" Li Sheng pointed behind him. Qingcheng looked over and saw a group of people running out from the dimly lit corner of the stairs, crying and shouting. The comrades were wielding sharp knives like sledgehammers pounding rice cakes, smashing them wildly. The scene was one-sidedly brutal, as if they could wipe out the thugs without any help.
"That lunatic stole the stone, hurry and chase after him!" Hui-ge also spotted them and waved for help.
Upon hearing this, Li Sheng exhaled a puff of smoke and led his team in a swift chase.
Woo~ Waaaaaah~~
The gang of thugs finally sent a large force. Qingcheng originally wanted to find Xiao Tang, the police station's informant, to arrange an evacuation route, but when she saw the cigarette butts on the ground, she knew something was wrong.
The lock on the production workshop was lying on the ground. Qingcheng pushed it open with force. Inside the huge factory, there were piles of burlap sacks as tall as a person, and many of the sacks had already been opened.
"Don't shoot!" Kiyosumi shouted. "It'll explode..."
Before she could finish speaking, a burst of flames briefly illuminated the production workshop. Qingcheng staggered to her feet and, using the firelight to focus her gaze, saw bags of golden wheat grains piled up beside the machines. She breathed a sigh of relief, thankfully, the production area wasn't filled with flour.
However, the concentration of dust in the air was still not to be underestimated. Hui Ge was the first to react. He pushed the gun muzzle away with a palm and at the same time swept his leg over the opponent. When he pulled his leg back, he used the momentum to turn around and grab another enemy's neck, twisting it forcefully.
With a snap, the sound of bone setting echoed, and the others roared like mad bulls at the sound of bones breaking. Qingcheng felt her teeth ache and she hunched over as she ran wildly through the chaotic crowd.
A blurry black shadow flashed by, and Qingcheng was caught off guard and knocked to the ground. The two rolled on the ground, and she immediately winced in pain, covered in wheat husks, with her buttocks being even more injured.
"Ptooey!" Qingcheng spat out the foreign object in her mouth. Suddenly, she heard a ringing in her ears. She instinctively dodged, and bang—a shovel smashed into the concrete ground in front of her, creating a gap.
Qingcheng felt a chill run down her spine. Before the other party could react, she grabbed the end of the wooden handle tightly, swung a handful of wheat husks, and took advantage of the other party's blindness to kick him hard in the groin.
Ah~~ The man collapsed to the ground with a heart-wrenching scream, clutching his groin and curling up like a shrimp. Qingcheng quickly got up and picked up the fallen shovel to defend herself.
If any more obstacles blocked her way, Qingcheng swung her shovel and swung it at their heads without hesitation. Thump, thump, thump... After four or five swings, Qingcheng's hands were numb. The strange smell of rust mixed with sweat filled her nostrils. She didn't even have time to wipe her face; she had only one thought in her mind: run.
Inside the dimly lit factory, the sounds of fighting rose and fell. Everyone was highly skilled, and their movements were so fast that Qingcheng could no longer distinguish who was who. The red team members were holding off the smaller fry, so there wasn't much of a problem. She needed to notify Yingqi as soon as possible.
I ran straight to Production Zone 2, where the wheat was crushed and ground into flour. The machines there were even larger, towering and taking up almost a quarter of the space.
Her vision was severely obstructed, but she could vaguely hear a whooshing sound of wind breaking from the southeast corner. Overjoyed, she disregarded her fatigue and quickly ran towards that direction.
As Kiyosumi ran, she shouted, "Don't shoot! It'll explode!"
"Don't come any closer!" Yingqi's voice was suppressed, with obvious panting.
Even so, his voice was still incredibly loud in the darkness. Clang! Yingqi poked half his head out from behind the machine, his back slamming heavily against the tracks, the chilling blade almost touching his eyes.
Qing Xin's heart skipped a beat. Shi Mihong was tall and strong, and Ying Qi was definitely at a disadvantage. If he let him fight with Shi Mihong, not only would he not be able to get the magnet back, but Ying Qi's life would also be in danger.
Looking around, Qingcheng's gaze fell on the machine tool not far away. She took a big step and rushed to the switch, but there were no markings on it, only three buttons of different colors. How do I turn it on?
With a thought, he stopped at red lights and went at green lights! He pressed the green switch crisply and decisively. A roaring sound came out, the transmission shaft suddenly turned, and the power was transmitted to the millstone. The millstone at the end of the track began to turn slowly.
Startled, Shi Mihong's strength weakened slightly, and Yingqi seized the opportunity to kick the enemy to the ground. He used all his strength in the kick, and Shi Mihong's blade flew out. He immediately adjusted his posture to stabilize himself.
Bang! With a crisp tapping sound, a trail of blood trickled down Shi Mihong's head.
He tried to turn around in disbelief, but Yingqi wouldn't give him the chance. He grabbed him by the throat and slammed him against the tracks: "Search quickly!"
Qingcheng, who had been waiting nearby, threw down the shovel and leaped onto the machine tool. Shimi Hong's forehead veins bulged, and he kicked wildly, refusing to cooperate. Qingcheng had already felt the hard object in his pocket. He gritted his teeth and tore open the seam of his pants and pocket, pulling out the magnet from the hole.
Never before had Shi Mihong suffered such humiliation. Her body tensed, and her eyes turned bloodshot as she threatened, "I'm going to kill you all."
"Retreat! Retreat! Everyone retreat!" Qingcheng ignored him and shouted to his comrades to evacuate immediately. The fighting in District One paused for a moment, then instantly turned into the sound of chaotic footsteps.
"Heh heh, you think you can just leave like that?" Shi Mihong grinned maliciously as she struggled.
"You go first, I can't hold him down any longer." Yingqi's face turned red.
The strange noise grew louder and louder. Qingcheng tilted her head and saw that the two rolling millstones looked like a large mouth with serrated teeth, chewing incessantly. Anyone who got caught in it would be turned into a lump of minced meat.
“Never mind him, we’re a team, obey orders! Listen to me count to three and then let go.” Qingcheng stared at Yingqi, her hands trembling violently, “One, two…”
Before the numbers were finished being read, Qingcheng grabbed Yingqi, kicked Shimihong with her foot, and the two of them fell to the ground in front of the machine tool.
Ah—Shi Mihong's hand got caught in the stone mill.
Yingqi shook his head, flipped over and jumped up, then grabbed Qingcheng and ran towards the exit. Qingcheng's throat seemed to be blocked, and she couldn't say a word, but she didn't dare to stop. She just wanted to run out as quickly as possible, and the light at the exit was just a stone's throw away.
Suddenly, Yingqi shoved her away, and with a loud explosion, the scorching blast of air knocked her to the ground.
The workshop behind her was instantly razed to the ground, and a huge shockwave kicked up dust three stories high. After a while, Qingcheng wiped the blood from under her nose, crawled over and nudged Yingqi, only to find her hands covered in sticky residue.
"Yingqi, how are you?" Qingcheng's voice trembled slightly as the sharp cut slashed a large gash across his back. Yingqi was completely still, with only a faint breath coming from his nose.
An uncontrollable rage surged to her head, and she cursed under her breath in frustration. That madman! He not only died himself, but he also blew up the flour mill. How are all those workers going to support their families tomorrow? Capitalists won't have any sympathy for them.
"Let's go! Little Tang is waiting at the back door." Li Sheng ran over from the side.
"Quickly carry him on your back, he's injured." Qingcheng pointed at Yingqi, and Li Sheng carried Yingqi on his back and ran out of the factory without saying a word.
Under the moonlight, a man wearing a gas mask and holding a submachine gun blocked the exit. Qingcheng drew his sidearm with a "snap," aimed, and whispered to Li Sheng, "You guys go first, I'll cover the rear."
"Only the two of you escaped. Is there anyone else?" The man's voice was a little hoarse, but it couldn't hide his anger.
“Go dig around, you might find someone alive. But… there’s someone similar to you, who’s desperate to die. It’s hard to say how much flesh he has left.” Qingcheng blocked Li Sheng and the other man’s path to draw their attention. Li Sheng quietly retreated towards the door while he slowly moved towards the light.
His voice sounds exactly like Shi Mihong's! Is he a human or a ghost? Could he be Master Hong, and are he and Shi Mihong brothers?
"So everyone's dead, right?" The man's voice was icy cold, sending chills down Qingcheng's spine.
The man's toes turned towards Qingcheng, and Qingcheng's heart suddenly raced. A flash of light, and a bullet grazed Qingcheng's ear. Thud! The clear sound of skin being torn made her heart skip a beat. Her face was covered in a warm, sticky substance, and a buzzing sound filled her mind.
Three strikes and you're out. With such a wide field of view, he insisted on shooting from a narrow angle, splattering blood all over my face. Has that brat secretly become Gao Junxiao's apprentice?
Don't get angry, never get angry. I won't get angry if others do, because if you get angry, no one can take your place if you ruin your health.
A thousand thoughts raced through her mind, but in reality, it was nothing more than a leaf falling to the ground. Qingcheng pursed her lips, took a deep breath, and suddenly raised her gun, turning all her anger into gunshots. She fired several more shots into the enemy's head before leaving the scene.
The entrance was a chaotic mess of people. The police had sealed off the gate, and people needed to verify their identities before they could leave. Qingcheng didn't dare to go over rashly. She took off her fake beard, quickly washed up and changed her clothes in the alley across the street, and then mingled with the crowd to observe.
This must be the first time Mr. Da has opened the mechanism today. He has no doubt about the authenticity of the box. There are three names in the envelope, all of whom are prominent figures in the French Concession. Qingcheng vaguely realizes that Zero may have more than one agent in Shanghai.
"Make way, make way for the injured." People in white coats interrupted Qingcheng's thoughts as they filed out carrying blood-stained stretchers.
As soon as they left, the door was chained shut again, and the cursing and shouting at the door was as loud as a daytime market.
"You fucking open the door right now! The master needs the best treatment. If you delay his treatment, I'll make sure your whole family pays the price!" A deep, angry roar came from behind the iron gate. He shook the gate violently, and the locked chains clanged.
"What's all the noise about? Can't you see how many people are in front of you? Just you wait." The junior officer either didn't hear him clearly or didn't believe him.
At this moment, a man in a long gown lowered the brim of his hat, stepped out from the crowd, and went around to the ambulance. There were three rows of stretchers next to the ambulance. The doctor examined each one and took away the seriously injured first, while the nurses bandaged the wounds of the slightly injured on the spot.
Qingcheng was positioned at the front of the ambulance, just a few steps back. She used the rearview mirror to peek at the man in the long robe behind her and felt that his figure was very familiar, as if she had seen him somewhere before.
When he took off his hat, Qingcheng immediately broke down. Did Shimihong reproduce by mitosis or asexual reproduction? How come it was still alive?
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