Chapter 7

If Tsushima Shuji was confused and a little panicked the first time he saw Amamiya Keisuke suddenly vomiting blood, then this time when he saw him vomiting blood in front of him, besides being at a loss, he was also a little angry.

"Sir!" Tsushima Shuji almost couldn't hold back his voice and shouted out. He wanted to reach out to cover Amamiya Reizo's mouth, but he found helplessly that he was tied up tightly. He almost fell to the ground with such a move. He said anxiously, "What are you doing?!"

Amamiya Ruisei was moved, and when he met Tsushima Shuji's worried eyes, he felt a little regretful, but he had already done it, and he didn't even need to pretend anymore, so he just went all the way: "That's how it is, this is real enough."

"Don't worry," he said in a slurred voice. There was still blood in his mouth. His abdomen and chest were still stuffy. He felt like he could vomit more blood at any time. "I'll be fine. You see, I was still alive and kicking after vomiting before. Just think of it as me vomiting out the blood clots in my body. It's better to change the blood than keep it in my body."

He thought that he seemed to have almost lost his ethics as a teacher and was corrupting the children every day. He couldn't keep scaring the children. This time it was an emergency. Normally it would be better to avoid making himself bleed. He was a little worried that it would cause some psychological trauma to the ten-year-old child... although normally this was not under his control.

What if he doesn't have fried chicken burgers to eat when he gets back?

Tsushima Shuji gritted his teeth and said nothing, staring at Amamiya Ruishou quietly, looking as if he wanted to pounce on him and bite this bastard to death.

Amamiya Reizo softened his tone: "I'll be fine, and neither will you. Let's get started now. I can't hurt myself later, right?"

Tsushima Shuji glared at him, then relaxed his tense facial muscles and sighed: "...I know."

…

Suddenly, the boy's panicked cry came from the quiet room: "Sir? Mr. Amamiya? Are you okay? Someone, help me! Help me!"

"What are you yelling about?" The man standing near the door cast his eyes irritably and shouted, "Be quiet!"

"Help... Help the teacher, he is sick and will die..." the boy begged, "He is the teacher my father hired..."

When he heard that it was related to the head of the Tsushima family, no matter how annoyed the man was, he still opened the door and went in to take a look. As soon as he entered the room, he was shocked by the mess on the floor.

I saw a young man with gray hair curled up on the ground, gasping in pain, blood oozing from the corners of his mouth, staining his hair and clothes red. It looked like a crime scene no matter how you looked at it.

Tsushima Shuji was kneeling beside him. His hands and feet were tied and he looked very uncomfortable. There were tears in his eyes and fear and anxiety on his young face. He looked very pitiful.

Seeing someone coming in, the boy said in fear: "Can you loosen the rope on the gentleman? He is having difficulty breathing and it is very uncomfortable... We didn't plan to be out for too long, and we didn't bring any medicine with us. At least, at least make him feel better..."

The man spoke loudly: "Huh?"

Tsushima Shuji shuddered: "Sir, he is sick and can hardly stand up. We can't run away... and compared to me, my father may care more about you."

"Mr. is a well-known professor at the University of Tokyo. My father must value him very much, both in terms of connections and resources. If anything happens to him, you won't achieve your goal."

As if responding to Tsushima Shuji's words, the person lying on the ground coughed heavily a few more times, his breathing gradually became weaker, and he was about to faint.

Men also work for money, and they don't really understand the twists and turns between the big shots, but they also know that if the hostage dies, he is no longer a hostage.

He let out a "tsk" sound, took out his knife, walked forward and cut the two ropes that were wrapped around his chest and tightly bound his arms. He glanced at the young man's face, thought for a while, and decided that since his wrists were tied behind his back, it didn't matter if he kept the ropes that were binding his arms or not, so he cut the rest as well.

"Okay, just behave yourself, or don't blame me for being rude." The man turned and walked out, intending to find his companions to ask about the situation.

He hadn't even taken two steps when he suddenly heard a sound of breaking air from behind him. Before he could turn around, he felt a heavy blow on the back of his head, which made him dizzy and he fell to the ground.

"W-what?" The man's eyes flashed, and before he could react what happened, he was hit hard again, knocking him unconscious.

Amamiya Reizo calmly retracted his fist, picked up the fallen knife, cut the ropes on his ankles, turned around and untied the ropes on Tsushima Shuji, tied up the man with the ropes and dragged him to the corner.

After searching the other person's belongings, he found two knives, a gun, and two magazines. He put the gun away, turned around and handed the knife to Tsushima Shuji, and noticed that the boy was looking at him with a particularly strange look.

“…What’s wrong?” Amamiya Reizo looked down at himself.

Tsushima Shuji was silent for a moment, then said, "Nothing."

But I never expected that my husband, who is usually quiet and likes playing games, feeding fish and reading books, has this side.

In the dim room, the young man, whose half face was covered by bangs, had blood all over his face and chest, and even his exposed eyes seemed to be filled with murderous intent. He knocked someone unconscious with two punches and was playing with a knife in his hand. He always felt like a bad guy.

...a weak and sickly person?

What does it mean to sneak away professionally? It is clearly a violent escape. Beat down all the people who chase you, and then you can escape naturally.

"Ah! Are you scared?" Amamiya Leisheng smiled and scratched his face. "This is the best I can do. After all, I can't be faster than the gun. If the enemy has more people, we will have to run away."

"Okay, let's go."

Amemiya Ruisei put the knife into Tsushima Shuji's hand, touched his head soothingly, and pulled him out.

"It's okay, I will get you out safely, don't worry."

Tsushima Shuji followed Amamiya Ruisei, looked up at his back, and murmured "hmm" in a low voice.

This was not the first time he had experienced kidnapping. In addition to the political enemies of the Tsushima family, he had also been attacked by his own enemies and people who simply wanted money. He had even been seriously injured and it took a long time to rescue him.

But he was always kidnapped alone, trying to delay time, distracting their attention with other things, trying to escape alone, and finally waiting for the police to come and rescue him.

They came to kidnap and rescue people because he was the young master of the Tsushima family. Then why did Amemiya protect him all his life?

"gentlemen……"

"Um?"

Tsushima Shuji held Amamiya Reizo's hand tightly, but still did not ask: "Nothing."