Chapter 19 Awkward Temper
Liu Tong covered his injured arm and stared in shock at the squad leader who raised a knife at him, "Why?"
"It's only because you know too much!" The squad leader looked fiercely and slashed at him again.
"Ugh!" The sharp blade opened a long bloody gash on Liu Tong's stomach. The pain made him shrink back and turn around to run away.
Xie Zhiqiang didn't know when he got behind him and kicked him until he hit the prison car.
The prison car shook, Lu Chengjing opened his eyes, and a bright drop of blood fell from his long eyelashes.
"Xie Zhiqiang, I don't think you are my best brother, but you actually want to harm me!" Liu Tong grabbed the prisoner and stood up, questioning angrily in disbelief.
Xie Zhiqiang snorted coldly, "Brother? When you were appreciated and promoted by Mr. Li, why didn't you think that I was your brother? All the talk of sharing blessings and suffering together is all fake!"
"It's not false." Liu Tong explained, "Master Li has promised me that he will transfer you to him in two days and work with me as his right-hand man."
"Hypocritical!" Xie Zhiqiang snorted coldly, drew out his knife and stabbed Liu Tong.
He doesn't need Liu Tong's hypocrisy. As long as he kills Liu Tong, Master Tian will promote him to the position of head catcher and get two hundred taels of silver.
His fate is yet to come!
Xie Zhiqiang's heart was full of enthusiasm, and the knife in his hand was cutting faster and faster. Liu Tong could only deal with it with the knife, and blood was everywhere on his body.
While the two were fighting, the squad leader opened the prison van with a knife and dragged Lu Chengjing out.
Lu Chengjing fell heavily to the ground. Under the heavy shackles, the numb pain in his body suddenly intensified, making him almost breathless.
He coughed one after another, his thin back rising and falling, as if he was about to cough up his lungs.
The squad leader pulled him over, took out the key and opened the shackles on his body.
"Cough cough cough..." His shoulders and neck relaxed, Lu Chengjing gradually breathed more fully, and his coughing became weaker.
Just as he was about to stand up, a foot wearing a soap boot stepped hard on his shoulder, forcing him to fall to the ground, his face buried in the soil, and he almost suffocated.
Almost instinctively, Lu Chengjing struggled hard.
Just when he thought he would be suffocated to death in the dirt, he was suddenly pulled up and punched in the stomach.
He immediately coughed up a mouthful of blood, and his eyesight turned black.
The squad leader pulled Lu Chengjing up by his hair. When he found that Lu Chengjing had fainted, he put him down with satisfaction and turned to look at Liu Tong and Xie Zhiqiang.
Liu Tong has almost become a bloody man. He is able to stand now only because of his hatred.
"boom!"
Xie Zhiqiang knocked the official knife out of Liu Tong's hand and stabbed him in the abdomen. The silver blade instantly turned red, and blood trickled down the tip of the knife.
Xie Zhiqiang pulled back hard, and Liu Tong spit out a mouthful of blood and fell softly to the ground.
Xie Zhiqiang kicked Liu Tong, and when he saw that his chest was still heaving, he said to the squad leader: "Okay, take that kid away - away!"
He exclaimed and ran towards the class leader, but it was already too late.
A knife passed through his chest, and the squad leader only had time to lower his head and take a look, before he died with a look in his eyes.
Lu Cheng's face was covered with dust and mud, but his eyes were astonishingly bright, like a hungry leopard lurking for food late at night.
He gasped for air, staggered and pulled out the knife with all his strength. Bright red blood splashed on his body and face, but he laughed heartily, with a frightening look of madness in his eyes.
A small white porcelain bottle rolled half way around his feet.
Lu Chengjing immediately bent down to pick it up, carefully wiped off the mud on the porcelain bottle with his bloody sleeve, and hid it in his arms with great care.
Xie Zhiqiang was so shocked that he forgot to react.
Is this still the same Lu Sanlang who is as gentle as jade and is as gentle as jade?
The person in front of him was simply an evil ghost crawling out of hell.
A chill ran through his body, and Xie Zhiqiang couldn't help but shiver, and then his face turned gloomy.
He was just a weak scholar and a chronically ill person, but he was actually trembling with fear. The hand holding the official sword tightened, Xie Zhiqiang put on full alert and rushed towards Lu Chengjing.
Lu Chengjing greeted him with a knife.
But he had already reached the end of his strength, and his previous outbreak was just based on the elixir in a small porcelain bottle.
He had been biding his time from the moment the three men escorted him out of the cell.
He pretended to faint. The squad leader turned his back to him, focusing on the fight between Liu Tong and Xie Zhiqiang. He was unprepared for him, so he knew that the opportunity had come.
The water in the porcelain bottle is colorless and odorless, but drinking it can increase his strength in a short time and reduce the pain on his body.
Pick up the knife, kill the person, draw the knife, all in one go.
He thought his hands would shake, but they didn't. They were as steady as when he was writing or drawing.
He thought he would feel guilty, but he didn't. The lake in his heart was as calm as a mirror, without a single ripple.
Maybe my mother was right, he really was a monster.
Monsters should not be cared for, should not be loved, and should not be in this world.
It's all over now.
His slender hand could no longer hold the blood-stained official sword. Lu Chengjing closed his eyes and waited for his fate.
Xie Zhiqiang suffered several wounds on his body and was extremely angry.
He was clearly a scholar, yet he was able to hurt him so much!
Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!
There were red threads in his eyes, and he slashed at Lu Chengjing's neck with the knife.
Suddenly, a green shadow appeared between the two of them like a ghost. He held the long knife and gently broke it. The long knife made of fine steel broke inch by inch and turned into a pile of useless fragments.
Xie Zhiqiang's eyes widened in shock and he broke the blade with his bare hands. What kind of monster is this woman?
Before he could think of an answer, Shang Wan slapped him on the head with a cold face, knocking him unconscious.
"Tsk, tsk, it's so embarrassing." Shang Wan knelt down, stretched out his hand to hold Lu Chengjing's chin, took out his handkerchief and gently wiped the blood and mud off his face bit by bit, and asked with interest, "Whose blood is it? "
"All of them." Lu Chengjing's whole body was so painful that he almost broke into pieces. He half-opened his eyes weakly and looked at the person in front of him.
It's obviously the same face, but everything is different.
"It's not a loss." Shang Wan was reluctantly satisfied, opened his mouth and fed him spiritual spring water.
Lu Chengjing thought Shang Wan was holding a bottle and pouring it into his mouth. The familiar liquid entered his mouth. His throat rolled up and he swallowed it all.
Shang Wan put his hand on his pulse, and after feeling strong again, he stood up, intending to take a look at the man over there who was bleeding all over but still breathing.
There was a slight force on the hem of his clothes. Shang Wan stopped in his tracks and looked down.
A beautiful blood-stained hand was grabbing the hem of her clothes. Because the owner had no strength, he only had two fingers gently hooking her. As long as she took another step forward, this hand would be left behind.
"Want me to stay with you?"
The owner of the hand didn't answer, but his fingers were so hard that even the knuckles turned white.
"Okay." In Shang Wan's heart, naturally his beautiful vase is more important.
She squatted down again without hesitation, stretched out her finger and gently poked the damaged half of Lu Chengjing's face, feeling a little unhappy.
Lu Chengjing's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and he couldn't hold on anymore and fainted.
"Awkward temper." Shang Wan muttered, picked him up and looked at Liu Tong lying in a pool of blood.
As for witnesses, of course the more the merrier, her vase cannot go back to jail and suffer.
(End of chapter)