GBT Chapter 111

Someone had already started cooperating with the bandits. It was a handsome young man with semi-long hair, abandoning his clothes and belongings without hesitation, brazenly exposing his blush-inducing body.

Many of the masked bandits were homosexuals, and they stared with wide eyes, gulping.

“Bang!”

Zhang Zhen grabbed two chairs and threw them out forcefully. The tense atmosphere instantly shattered, and the scene became extremely chaotic.

“Go!” Zhang Zhen said in a hushed tone.

The group quietly retreated from the first floor of the auditorium, turned into the stairwell, went up to the second floor, hid in a room, and locked the door.

Zhang Zhen stood by the window, his face tense as he looked down. All he could see were masked men with guns.

It seemed that several bandit gangs had merged together, which explained the large number of people.

Zhang Zhen beckoned his brothers, pointing to a barely concealed location and saying, “There are fifteen people there. On my command, take them out.”

Everyone adjusted their breathing, turning their tail rings.

Fifteen bandits were to be struck simultaneously.

This tested the speed at which they could shoot their anesthetic needles. Anyone who slowed down or missed would be discovered and exposed.

Jiao Bai retreated slightly, standing against the wall. As an amateur, he needed to act like one, not blindly rushing forward.

Noticing Qi Huai’s gaze on his left wrist, he knew he’d been discovered, so he lowered his voice and said, “I got hurt accidentally. Don’t tell my brother.”

Qi Huai didn’t say anything.

Jiao Bai didn’t say anything more either. They would have to jump out of a building later, but his legs and tailbone wouldn’t allow him to do that. He could only fight it out.

“Three,” Zhang Zhen waited for the bandits’ attention to be diverted, making small movements. He held up three fingers, lowering one with each count, “Two, one, fire!”

Each tail ring from the Qi family could fire two needles.

The moment Zhang Zhen’s voice fell, he and the other seven men, sixteen needles in total, all shot out, hitting their targets. The fifteen bandits in the corner, in three layers, were simultaneously taken down.

Everyone jumped down, and when it was Jiao Bai’s turn, Zhang Zhen and Qi Huai caught him on the first floor.

Of course, Qi Huai wasn’t needed. Zhang Zhen alone caught Jiao Bai securely, his firm arms powerful.

Zhang Zhen told everyone to take the bandits’ guns and drag them to the base of the wall.

“The signal hasn’t been restored yet.” Zhang Zhen carried Jiao Bai on his back. “If the helicopter can’t contact us, they’ll know something’s wrong on the island.”

Before Jiao Bai could speak, gunfire approached from not far away. The bandits had discovered them.

So quickly.

Jiao Bai seriously suspected that Cen Jingmo’s “worried” murmur, “Where are my friends? Why can’t I see them?” had alerted the leader to the anomaly.

Cen Jingmo was capable of it, that madman, collapsing his character and twisting his life trajectory, transforming from a melon-eating spectator into a melon farmer personally planting the melons.

The front and back doors of the auditorium were also in chaos, with gunfire erupting. This was the first time Jiao Bai experienced the hail of bullets from “Broken Wings.”

Riots, screams, gunshots, and the smell of blood mixed together, like a tightly rhythmic piano piece, pounding on his eardrums and heart. He held his breath the entire time, not letting his full weight sink down, trying to reduce Zhang Zhen’s burden as much as possible.

Jiao Bai felt the sea breeze passing by his ears growing stronger.

He quickly realized it wasn’t an illusion, it really was getting stronger.

Jiao Bai looked at the gray-black sky amidst the gunfire, his gaze focused on the thick layers of cirrus clouds like large feathers in the east. He took a breath. This was probably… a sign of a typhoon coming.

There was a warning on the weather forecast that a typhoon would land in the next few days, but it wasn’t supposed to be in this direction. Damn it, it had gone off course.

In the distance, there were more clumps of white in the woods. Those were the seabirds. They stopped there, not leaving, seemingly tired, very weary.

Jiao Bai’s thoughts flew around chaotically for a while before returning. Zhang Zhen had already carried him to a hiding place at the junction of Siming Courtyard and the leisure club.

Zhang Zhen had been shot, and in the leg. He had stubbornly carried Jiao Bai the whole time, not showing the slightest sign of pain.

Jiao Bai wanted to get down.

“It’s okay, it’s okay, just hold on tight.” Zhang Zhen held Jiao Bai with one hand, firing his last bullet, throwing the gun on the ground, and leading the others to another location.

Everyone was still alive. Except for Jiao Bai, the remaining nine were all injured.

Although Qi Huai was a collateral member of the Qi family, he also knew how to use a gun, but his marksmanship was average. He had been shot in the abdomen.

Zhang Zhen took off his shirt, tearing it into several strips with brute force, and threw one to Qi Yi Liao.

Qi Huai wrapped the cloth around the bleeding wound.

“Didn’t you eat? Such little strength.” Zhang Zhen opened Qi Huai’s hand, personally wrapping it tightly in a few moves. “Let’s do it like this for now, we’ll dig the bullet out later.”

Zhang Zhen sat back down, shirtless with his white and toned upper body, the textured muscles pressing against the wall. Qi Huai had taken that hit for his brother. When Third Brother woke up, he would report it.

“Something’s fishy,” Qi Huai took off his glasses, the lenses smeared with blood. He tore off a corner of his clothing and wiped them.

“No shit,” Zhang Zhen was dealing with his leg wound. “Cen Jingmo is just physically weak, his mind is not. He knows his weaknesses well, he takes a bunch of people wherever he goes. How could he be captured so easily today?”

Qi Huai wiped his lenses, lost in thought.

“I’ve dealt with the Cen family’s guards before, they’re pretty strong. What’s going on this time? Besides, this is their territory.” Qi Er cursed, “Even if the master is in danger, they couldn’t be so powerless, letting the bandits run wild, right? Don’t they know that causing such a big commotion, even if the Cen family is a victim, they’re still screwed?”

Qi Da inspected the magazine, which only had a few bullets left. This gun was the only one in the group, so he checked it carefully and cautiously, his hands covered in blood: “It’s been eight hundred years since we’ve encountered such a large-scale terrorist attack.”

Saying this, Qi Da called over a few brothers who weren’t too badly injured to stake out nearby.

Zhang Zhen touched the young man beside him: “Bai Bai, are you hurt anywhere?”

Jiao Bai was looking at the cirrostratus clouds.

“What’s wrong?” Zhang Zhen also looked over.

“Even if the helicopter finds out something happened to us, they won’t be able to get here for a while,” Jiao Bai said.

Zhang Zhen was about to ask when his ears twitched, making a “shh” gesture to the others.

Someone was coming!

Bandits, a group of two, were heading this way.

Every gasp and bandaging motion stopped. Everyone exchanged glances, entering a state of high alert.

The atmosphere was extremely tense, the sound of the sea breeze blowing through the world was especially clear.

Just as Qi Da was about to fire, an electronic sound rang out.

[Your friend has come online]

“Don’t shoot! It’s one of us!” Jiao Bai heard his own strained cry.

As the last word fell, Jiao Bai raised his volume to a level that wasn’t too loud, but not too soft either, just enough for his friend to hear: “Yu Da.”

The ant fiercely waved its large pincers, its small eyes bursting with fierce ruthlessness.

This was Jiao Bai’s perspective.

But Zhang Zhen and the others only saw two bandits fighting each other. The victorious one approached with a gun, removed his black mask, revealing a firm, gaunt face.

The newcomer was none other than Yu Ling.

The ant’s pincers instantly turned back into small, thin legs, crying pitifully at Jiao Bai.

Jiao Bai looked Yu Ling up and down in his leather jacket and leather pants, the bandits’ uniform. He wore it, strapped up and down, his hormones exploding. How could such an incompatible temperament get him past the guards?

Yu Ling put the gun in front of him, blocking the other gun that was protruding.

The ant’s little thin legs were twisted into pigeon toes.

Jiao Bai: “…” The question he wanted to ask, Zhang Zhen asked before he could.

Yu Ling had adopted an escape plan not long ago, and it had succeeded, but when he went to find his younger brother, he found that he was missing.

His brother was in Cen Jingmo’s hands.

Yu Ling couldn’t act rashly. He was waiting for an opportunity, waiting for Cen Jingmo’s wedding. The troublesome thing was that the wedding venue was unfavorable to him.

Whether the wedding was held at the Cen family’s mansion or a hotel, it would have been better than on the island. This place was not easy to infiltrate and inconvenient to escape.

All incoming guests had to be registered, identity verified, and searched all over their bodies. It was impossible for Yu Ling to sneak in. He could only mingle with the bandits. It was he who indirectly guided those people to avoid the Cen family’s defense routes.

The bandits kidnapping Cen Jingmo was an accident, not in Yu Ling’s calculations. He didn’t expect them to be so successful. Everything was going so smoothly.

Even the loophole in one of the island’s defense posts was such a coincidence.

Yu Ling couldn’t understand the world of businessmen. He smelled something unusual, but he couldn’t miss this opportunity. He had to take a gamble while things were chaotic to see if he could find his younger brother.

If he hadn’t met Jiao Bai at this moment, he would have already killed the bandits and started searching everywhere.

“Are you sure Cen Jingmo brought your brother to the island?” Zhang Zhen said, “Bringing him along for the wedding? Is that necessary?”

Yu Ling said in a deep voice: “He’s not at the Cen family’s.”

Zhang Zhen had an appreciative attitude toward Yu Ling, believing that he was a bit impulsive in this matter: “Maybe he’s somewhere else.”

Yu Ling kneaded his thick, powerful finger bones, not speaking. After a few moments, he looked at Jiao Bai.

The ant was also looking, teary-eyed.

Like a child seeing its father.

Or maybe its mother.

The mother who still smelled of milk, making it feel safe, wanting to crawl into its mother’s arms.

Jiao Bai twitched the corner of his eye, looking away. This war was triggered by a forced mission, so in the end, it still involved Yu Ling.

Yu Xiang must be on the island.

Cen Jingmo even brought Yu Xiang, showing that he had prepared various plans for him, just to watch the show.

Jiao Bai met Yu Ling’s gaze, which hadn’t moved away for a long time, and as he wished, opened his mouth: “Didn’t I tell you to find a way to hide Yu Xiang well before you escaped?”

Yu Ling looked aggrieved, as if he was being reprimanded by his wife.

The Qi family brothers showed their hostility one after another. What was wrong with this Yu guy? Wasn’t that just an ordinary question? Why was he adding his own drama? That was their young master! They all looked at the boss, go for it! Boss, Qi Ye is still lying down, aren’t you watching over your Third Mistress?!

Zhang Zhen said with a straight face: “Mr. Yu?”

Yu Ling belatedly realized that his emotions were inappropriate, that there was an element of self-indulgence. He didn’t dare to look directly at Jiao Bai, afraid that it would be even more embarrassing. He looked at the ground, tensing his jaw and saying: “Xiao Xiang didn’t listen to me. He secretly ran back to the country. I could only arrange him in Dongcheng. That place is seedy enough, a mix of good and bad, suitable for hiding. I underestimated Cen Jingmo.”

Jiao Bai’s bangs were messed up by the wind, and the scar hidden underneath was exposed to the daylight. He didn’t cover it either: “The ‘A’ near Tianxing, was he not wearing it?”

After asking, he twitched his lips. As long as Cen Jingmo knew that the seemingly ordinary necklace on Yu Xiang’s neck was Tianxing A, it would be easy to solve. Just take it off and throw it anywhere.

Yu Ling was looking at the scar on Jiao Bai’s forehead, his thick, sharp eyebrows furrowing again and again.

Jiao Bai stood up: “If you want to find your younger brother, follow me.”

Yu Ling’s breathing intensified: “You’re going to help me?”

“Not really.” Jiao Bai was afraid that Yu Ling would misunderstand, so he gave this answer. He thought to himself, I’m mainly doing it for myself. I have an automatic dog-blood search and positioning function. The place with the thickest dog-blood must have your younger brother.

Jiao Bai caught a glimpse of something and suddenly kicked Qi Huai, who was sitting on the ground.

A piece of building material flew from a distance, piercing through the swirling airflow, grazing Qi Yi Liao’s trouser leg, and heavily hitting the spot where he had been sitting, leaving a pit and splashing dust.

If Qi Huai had still been sitting there, that fragment could have sliced off a piece of bone and flesh. Everyone squeezed a sweat for him.

Jiao Bai’s leg, which had kicked Qi Huai, kept twitching. Zhang Zhen wanted to carry him, but a voice rang out, “Let me do it.”

Just as Zhang Zhen was about to refuse, Jiao Bai patted his back and smiled at Yu Ling: “Then I’ll trouble you.”

Yu Ling silently put the gun behind his waist, bent his knees to Jiao Bai, and bowed.

The typhoon was about to pass through here, its figure was approaching, its momentum was flamboyant, the gunshots were still continuing, and the island was completely in chaos.

The previously destroyed buildings became murderous weapons. Those debris were blown up by the wind, and whoever they fell on would be lightly bloodied, and heavily lose their lives.

Jiao Bai and his group encountered two figures in the howling wind, a man and a woman.

The man was injured and was being supported by the woman with difficulty. The wind was too strong, and they fell to the ground together. The woman pulled the man up and walked again, falling again. Basically, they fell once after walking a short distance. The scene was both sad and suffocating.

“Young Master Bai!” Cen Yu yelled, her face full of despair showing excitement at seeing a savior.

Jiao Bai: “…” Cen Yu wasn’t unaware of the entanglements between him and her partner. What, would he save them? Was he a Bodhisattva?

Cen Yu realized that her reaction was a bit ridiculous, but she didn’t have time to feel embarrassed or back down. Her boyfriend was seriously injured to protect her, and they needed assistance.

“I was about to take Yi Zhe to an escape route,” Cen Yu threw out her bargaining chip, “Do you want to come with us?”

Jiao Bai tapped the hand he had on Yu Ling’s shoulder.

“I didn’t find any escape routes,” Yu Ling expressed his view, understanding what Jiao Bai wanted him to do.

“The island is my home, I know, I won’t lie to you,” Cen Yu said anxiously, “That passage is like a life raft, it can lead to the port, really, please believe me!”

Everyone looked at the young woman with scrutiny. She was fine, only her limbs and cheeks had abrasions. Her partner was in trouble, he had two gunshot wounds, although not in vital areas, the blood loss was very dangerous.

She was inviting them because she wanted someone to take care of her on the road.

“The passage can not only lead to the port, it is the center of this island, it can lead to many places on the island. If you need it, when we get there, I can draw it for you!” Cen Yu’s voice was almost drowned out by the wind. She shouted hoarsely, and the arm supporting Yi Zhe was trembling, nearing its limit. “And there is an entrance not far from here!”

“I have only one request, please help us–” Cen Yu burst into tears.

“She’s not lying,” Yu Ling noticed Cen Yu’s expression.

Everyone exchanged glances, then let’s go, go take a look and then make a decision.

“It’s here!”

Siming Courtyard, Cen Yu stood in the room where Jiao Bai lived, using her memory to find the mechanism on a wall of paintings, passing the Cen family’s direct line fingerprint verification.

A hidden door appeared behind the wall, slowly opening.

“Come in quickly!”

Cen Yu quickly walked in, shouting to the others behind, “It’s absolutely safe here, we can treat the wounds first…”

Before she could finish her words, her face suddenly turned pale.

The hidden door closed behind Jiao Bai and the others who had already entered, without a loud noise, light as a sigh.

In an instant, the light in front of them changed from dim to bright.

Cen Jingmo sat deep in a velvet chair, still in those wet clothes, his white hair also messy, the wound on his head no longer bleeding, the strands of hair in that area congealed into strands, not showing embarrassment, but rather showing casualness. An unprecedented ease and relaxation, as if his entire life’s trunk had been reorganized.

And behind him stood a row of guards.

One of the guards was carrying a person, unconscious and weakly breathing, it was Yu Xiang.

Cen Jingmo crossed his legs, smiling lightly at Jiao Bai: “You’ve come.”