After instructing the sentinel, he tilted his head to look at Ye Jian who was still standing on the staircase with a cold look on her bright little face. Apologetically, he nodded slightly. Restraining the profound look in his eyes, he left the dormitory building at a swift pace.
In the Chunyang Grand Hotel, someone found Liao Youde at the card table and brought him to the injured man. As he cut open the clothes drenched in blood, his face turned pale. "Quick! Go to the health center to find a doctor! He's not going to make it if he keeps bleeding!"
The pitch-black gun hole was surrounded by bloody flesh and skin. And streams of blood were oozing out from the wound as thick as a little finger of a child.
Holding a steaming hot stainless steel pot, a man walked into the room rapidly. Accompanied by a clicking noise, he locked the room from the inside. He said to the pale-faced Liao Youde, "We will be counting on you, Brother Youde!"
