WWY Chapter 35

Chapter 35 Good Boy He raised his police badge, and Da Sang raised his gun. …

Lan He tried his best not to faint and asked Da Sang in a trembling voice, “You, how did you know the contents of the will? Is Crinum here too?”

“He doesn’t need to come. He can do things just the same at home. Did you forget? He’s always with us.” Da Sang opened his arms to the sky, as if he were a god, “Otherwise, why do you think the police can’t find Qi A?”

Lan He continued to try to get information out of him: “Did you take a girl away?”

Da Sang smiled meaningfully.

“It really was you?” Lan He became agitated, and his heart felt like it was being twisted hard, causing him to tremble and gasp for breath as he asked, “Where is she?”

“I like cute children the most, don’t you know that better than anyone?” Da Sang threw out this sinister sentence, reaching out his hand, “Since you’re not doing well, you should consciously come back with me, otherwise, you and I will both be in trouble.”

“Let me, let me use the medicine first.” Lan He held his chest tightly with one hand, tilted his head slightly, and the tears forced out by the severe pain made his eyes watery, “Dad…”

Although Da Sang was very surprised by his sudden weakness, he still softened his expression and nodded.

Lan He continued to fumble with the hand in his pocket, and at the same time took out a lipstick-shaped medicine and a square lighter.

He clenched the lighter in his hand, unscrewed the cap of the inhaler, and took a few hard puffs. The throbbing pain in his chest was quickly relieved a little, and his vision became much clearer. He could barely see Da Sang’s evil face and the worry hidden in Qi A’s eyes.

He suddenly pointed the end of the lighter at them, a hint of ruthlessness flashing in his eyes: “Don’t move!”

The two people on the opposite side were stunned at the same time. No one thought that someone who was about to die was still thinking about resisting.

The surprise was only a fleeting moment on Da Sang’s face. He smiled and nodded, looking directly into Lan He’s eyes: “Very good, as expected of my good boy, then pull the trigger.”

Lan He’s hand was shaking so badly that he could barely hold the small lighter. He tried to pull the trigger several times, but he couldn’t do it when facing these two people.

Before him stood the person who gave him his second life, and the person he had depended on since he was a child. They would always drink and imagine the future under the starry sky in the summer night. Everything should have been good, and he was the one who betrayed them first.

The relationship between them these children and “Dad” was like the alpha wolf and ordinary wolves in a wolf pack, with a natural hierarchy. That kind of awe was deeply ingrained in their bones, and he couldn’t directly shoot at him at all, even though he knew that he might take his life at any time.

This was the inertia developed over the years. He had clearly prepared a gun for him, but when the time came, he couldn’t do anything at all.

The corners of Da Sang’s mouth tugged into a sneer. He stepped forward and grabbed his wrist, and with a forceful tug, he threw him to the ground.

He was not good at fighting, but he was still much stronger than Lan He at this moment, so there was no need for Qi A to take action.

He pressed Lan He’s head down, his knee pressing on his body, and asked in a cold voice, “Do you want to live and come back with me? Or should I take your body back?”

Lan He gritted his teeth and said, word by word, “I’m not going back!”

Da Sang nodded, a fierce look suddenly flashing in his eyes. He picked up the teapot on the table and raised it high. The warm tea splashed all over himself and Lan He’s face.

“Lan He, we’ve been father and son for more than ten years, so be it. From today on, I’ll pretend I never raised you!”

Perhaps it was because the tea splashed into his eyes and made them sting, Lan He’s eyes turned red.

He had never thought that a relationship he was eager to get rid of would be so sad when the other party actually announced its end.

A person’s past can never be completely erased. It will only be buried deep, like those broken antiques. When they are dug out from the ground by later generations, they are all rotten scars.

At that moment, he was actually a little shaken. The swaying look in his eyes made Da Sang’s hand holding the porcelain teapot hesitate.

He said, “If you can repent, you’re still Dad’s good boy.”

Qi A had been worried for a long time on the side, and quickly took the opportunity to persuade, “Lan He, come back with us! Dad will forgive you!”

“Dong, dong dong, dong…”

Lan He’s heartbeat started to become irregular again. He withdrew his gaze from his face, no longer struggling, and stared blankly at the tea leaves on the ground.

Suddenly, the phone on the table vibrated with a “buzzing” sound.

His heart trembled, and he subconsciously looked at the window with the closed blinds.

From his angle, he could see a familiar figure walking by the window, holding a phone.

At that moment, he seemed to be pulled back to reality from a nightmare, and suddenly shouted, “Tuxi Ling, save me!”

The figure outside paused, and the next second, the door was kicked open with a “boom.”

As the screen was knocked down by the door, a strong murderous intent appeared in Qi A’s eyes, and Da Sang’s teapot fell heavily on his head.

“Lan He!” Tuxi Ling shouted.

The blood that quickly spread from his head stung his eyes, turning him into a raging lion.

He saw the person committing the crime clearly. It was “Suspect No. 2” in the Qin Man case. He also saw the scar across the face of the man next to him and his deep, fierce eyes.

It was them!

They really went directly to Lan He. Their target was indeed him!

Qi A rushed towards Tuxi Ling immediately, erupting with new and old hatred. Tuxi Ling took two steps back, stepped on the fallen screen, his body tilted, and he pounced to the side, tightly grabbing Qi A’s collar in his hand.

He took the time to glance at the other side, and saw Lan He lying motionless on the ground, squinting his eyes, seemingly in a semi-conscious state. Suspect No. 2 stood coldly beside him, wiping the water stains on his hands with a white handkerchief, with no intention of coming over to join the attack.

He seemed very sure that his people could win.

The thought flashed through his mind, and Tuxi Ling, who was fighting, calmed down instead.

He couldn’t be impatient, otherwise, not only would Lan He not receive timely treatment, but he would also die!

A year before graduation, he won the national police school fighting championship. Even if the cases were busy in these years, he would take the time to exercise, and he was a policeman, while he was a criminal who was eager to escape. Psychologically, he also had the upper hand. He didn’t think he would lose to this guy.

It was late at night, and there were only two tables of guests left in the private restaurant. At this time, they all ran to the yard to watch the excitement, and someone called the police.

Hearing the noisy voices, Qi A was indeed a little unstable. A slight distraction allowed Tuxi Ling to find an opportunity.

He twisted his body and pinned him down with a cross armlock, and shouted outside, “Help!”

The boss and the waiters had already surrounded the door with pot shovels and iron shovels, but they couldn’t get involved. Seeing this situation, someone immediately wanted to run forward, but they stopped abruptly when they heard a “bang,” a loud and clear sound.

No one realized that it was a gunshot. Guns were too far away from ordinary people. Tuxi Ling shouted, “Don’t come over!” Qi A took the opportunity to kick him over.

Tuxi Ling’s clothes near his armpit were immediately stained red. Just now, Da Sang shot him with Lan He’s “lighter,” almost hitting his head.

Qi A turned the tables and pinned him to the ground, rubbing a handful of blood overflowing from the corner of his eye. He didn’t know when he had an oily black leather rope in his hand, which wrapped around his neck like a snake.

Tuxi Ling’s heart skipped a beat. Before the rope tightened, he inserted two fingers into the gap between his throat and the rope to avoid rapid suffocation.

He hooked his fingers and clenched the suddenly taut rope, and suddenly, as if a final burst of strength, he grabbed the back of Qi A’s collar with his other hand, used all his strength to turn his whole body in the air, and threw him out hard, smashing him to the ground at Da Sang’s feet.

Da Sang unexpectedly raised his head slightly, squinting at this person, and suddenly smiled.

“So it’s you?”

Tuxi Ling didn’t understand what he was talking about. He had just used too much force, and he felt like the blood vessels in his brain were about to burst, and his ears were buzzing.

“You amateurs are just not good enough!” He shook and stood up, spitting a mouthful of bloody saliva forward, “You are under arrest.”

He raised his police badge, and Da Sang raised his gun.

Qi A got up from the ground, stole a glance at Lan He, who was unconscious on the ground, and immediately stood in front of Da Sang’s side, in a protective posture.

Tuxi Ling stood still, shouting outside: “Everyone get out of the yard, the farther the better! The suspect has a gun!”

Da Sang chuckled and raised the muzzle, moving it to Tuxi Ling’s forehead: “Don’t worry, I’m not interested in them. Goodbye then, Officer Ling.”

At the critical moment, there was a “crash” of broken glass, and a dark dart accurately pierced the back of Da Sang’s hand.

He suddenly pulled the trigger, but lost his aim due to the pain. A bullet the size of a steel ball was embedded in the roof beam. Tuxi Ling wanted to rush forward, but he pointed the gun at Lan He’s head again in the next second, forcing Tuxi Ling to stop.

“Dad! Don’t!” Qi A exclaimed, but didn’t have the courage to stop Da Sang.

In the yard, Jiu Ya shouted and squeezed in from the crowd. There were siren sounds from the street getting closer and closer. Da Sang and Tuxi Ling were still staring at each other, and Qi A reminded in a low voice: “Dad, this kind of toy can only hold three bullets at most.”

Da Sang pulled out the dart from the back of his hand, said something in a language that Tuxi Ling couldn’t understand, and was still pointing the gun at Lan He, slowly retreating with Qi A, and jumped out of the window next to the wall.

Tuxi Ling ran over the debris on the ground to chase after him, but before climbing out of the window, he heard Jiu Ya shout “Young Master Lan,” turned around and saw a large pool of blood on the ground, and quickly ran back to help stop the bleeding.

Fortunately, his hair was cut short, making it easy to find the wound.

In fact, the wound was not as big as he imagined. It was just that there was a lot of tea mixed in, so the amount of blood seemed shocking.

With a slight sigh of relief, Tuxi Ling sat down on the ground, covering Lan He’s wound with his uninjured hand and cursing.

“Where did you go? Why did it take you so long to come over! Aren’t you his bodyguard? What are you good for?”

“Every time I come out with you, Young Master Lan never lets me get too close. Jiu Ya, Jiu Ya was asleep in the car…”

In fact, as soon as he said the words, Tuxi Ling felt that he was more blaming Jiu Ya. At this moment, he was like an incompetent and furious idiot, looking extremely ugly.

But he still insisted on finishing his point of view: “Asleep? You Japanese are just unreliable!”