WWY Chapter 82

Chapter 82: Life and Death, A Blood Curtain Dyes the Vision Red…

Chapter 82: Life and Death, A Blood Curtain Dyes the Vision Red…

Tuxi Ling saw Qi A, guessing that Lan He was behind him, inside those colorful houses.

Many out-of-town bosses had come to Renchao Village to contract the sea for aquaculture. According to Village Chief Wu, the aquaculture farmers in the Dafeng Reef area had been here for about two years. The workers who did the work were all brought by themselves, about a dozen of them. Usually, they lived in self-built houses on the north slope of Dafeng Reef, and they would also come to the village to buy things or play cards, nothing special.

Those houses should be the self-built houses of the aquaculture farmers that Village Chief Wu was talking about.

He walked towards Qi A, his hand in his jacket pocket secretly gripping the gun handle.

Qi A had already drawn his gun, standing a dozen meters away from him. Perhaps because of excitement, the scar on his face had turned dark red.

Qi A’s sights were aimed at Tuxi Ling’s forehead, and he asked, “Where’s your gun?”

Tuxi Ling stopped, glanced at the silent colorful houses on the slope, took out his gun and threw it on the ground.

He countered, “Where’s your gun?”

Qi A was slightly surprised, raised the muzzle slightly, and after a few seconds, he grinned and also threw his gun on the ground.

“Did you bring the thing?”

“I want to see Lan He first.”

“So, you didn’t bring it?”

“I’ll talk after I see Lan He!”

Tuxi Ling wouldn’t tell him that he didn’t know what they wanted. That would be tantamount to completely losing his trump card. He wanted to see Lan He first, make sure he was safe, and then take him away from danger.

Qi A stared at him with a sinister gaze for a while, then nodded his head: “Come over, I’ll take you!”

Tuxi Ling walked towards him, when suddenly, he sensed something unusual.

The seagulls that quickly swept past from time to time let out mournful cries, the tide continued to hit the rocky shore with a “whoosh” sound, and a faint sound of waves breaking shattered this natural harmony, like the sound of wet chains dragging some large object out of the water.

He turned his head abruptly and found Da Sang standing on a reef a hundred meters away, looking at them with a smile.

Behind him came a continuous low-frequency rumble, similar to the activation of a giant hydraulic system. On the sea, two hundred meters away, a dark, sharp spire was emerging from the water.

Was that a small submarine?

Tuxi Ling’s heart shook violently. He turned to look at Qi A in disbelief, only to see him wearing a smug smile: “Is the sea already sealed off? Will your people be monitoring underwater with radar?”

They were so rampant? He had to notify the command center of this news!

Just now, he had received news that the snipers had not been able to get into position in time. Da Sang and his gang were experienced, and even without that hacker remotely directing them, they had already predicted the police’s intentions and gone to seize the three high points on the surrounding mountains first.

Worried about the hostage’s safety, the special police officers who had gone up didn’t act rashly, but quietly lay in wait for an opportunity. He couldn’t determine whether they had seen the scene of the submarine surfacing.

Several strong men jumped from the long bridge onto small boats on both sides, straining their arms to pull the chains connected to the water’s bottom. Black plastic bags, each bundled into an irregular rectangle, were pulled out of the water and thrown onto the motorboats that came to meet them.

Judging by the shape, it was their “goods.”

Seeing Da Sang gesturing towards this side, Qi A knew the situation had changed, and threatened, “Hurry up, give me the thing first, or I’ll kill him right now!”

Lan He had always said with certainty that Qi A wouldn’t kill him, but who could guarantee the desperation of a criminal?

Tuxi Ling continued to negotiate: “I’ll give it to you as soon as I see the person. If you’re anxious, hurry up and take me to see him!”

“He’s right up there, give me the thing, and you yourself…” He subconsciously looked back, stunned.

Da Sang’s intention just now was to evacuate immediately, but he was unwilling to give up.

If his father wanted something but retreated before getting it, that would be equivalent to losing a round, and he couldn’t bear it.

He thought about using Lan He’s life to threaten him one last time. As long as the man named Ling handed over the thing, he would kill him immediately. If he didn’t fall for it, there was nothing he could do, but when he turned his head, he saw a large red figure in front of the colorful houses.

Lan He was lying down, coming out of the house.

He was still tied to the chair, and the leather whip was still in his mouth. His body arched and arched, stubbornly dragging the chair out of the door frame. The two men had never seen that kind of fierce look in his eyes before.

How could he have suffered such a loss?

The handle of the leather whip was hanging on the door frame, it fell off, and almost broke his teeth when it came off. He spat a few times, his eyes wide open with anger, and shouted down the hillside: “Bastards! I’ll kill you!”

The two men felt inexplicably weak after being shouted at, and both felt that it was directed at them.

With a “bang,” several pieces of wood chips exploded on Lan He’s wooden chair. A bullet brushed past his body.

Tuxi Ling and Qi A, who were in a stalemate, were startled and looked in the direction of the sound at the same time, only to see Da Sang slowly putting down his gun, shaking his head regretfully, handing the gun to the young girl beside him, and then gesturing towards Lan He.

The girl walked towards Lan He in big steps. Tuxi Ling saw her appearance clearly and widened his eyes in surprise.

“Yingying Zou!” he tried to call out.

Yingying Zou paused, glanced at him coldly, and continued forward without being moved.

Now he could be sure that it was indeed Yingying Zou. The thirteen-year-old girl had put on makeup, almost turning into an adult, but the special mole on her chin still made him certain that he had not recognized the wrong person.

Qi A beside him suddenly launched an attack, punching Tuxi Ling in the side of the face.

The knuckles cut through a wave of heat in the cold air, smashing the salt frost frozen in the air. Tuxi Ling quickly retreated, stepping on a dry and hard dead branch with a “crack.” Qi A’s second punch had already come with a whooshing sound, aiming straight for his throat.

The wind from the punch was cut into pieces by the sea wind. Tuxi Ling twisted his waist to dodge the fatal blow. The jacket brushed against the dead tree and was scratched with a “ripping” sound.

Suddenly, the anger that had been suppressed for three years all erupted at this final moment. Spider-web-like blood vessels crawled over Qi A’s eyeballs, and the syllables rolling in his throat were like rusty gears rubbing together: “Damn it, why should you!”

He suddenly raised his knee to push at the other’s ribs, but changed his attack to defense halfway, because Tuxi Ling’s hand had also reached for his chin.

The two men grabbed each other and rolled against a dead tree on the side. Qi A’s elbow got stuck in Tuxi Ling’s collarbone socket, and he didn’t know when a dagger had appeared in his hand. When the tip was only two centimeters away from Tuxi Ling’s carotid artery, he grabbed his wrist.

The sound of the waves suddenly rose. The submarine was completely out of the water, and the dark, hulking object occupied a large area of vision. Qi A looked at Da Sang, while Tuxi Ling looked at Lan He. Neither of the two men in the stalemate cared about their own life or death.

Yingying Zou had already walked up to Lan He and was untying his rope.

Qi A’s lip was broken, containing blood beads as he sneered, “Aren’t you being honest? Hand over the thing, or no one will be able to save him!”

As the force increased, the cold blade pressed across Tuxi Ling’s face, the edge almost breaking open his eyeball. A scarlet blood mark slowly appeared along the lower eyelid.

The blood curtain dyed his vision red, blocking his sight. The pain stimulated the brain to secrete more adrenaline. The hand he was holding his wrist with actually made two crisp sounds, and his gums were also bitten out with blood.

His roar, mixed with blood foam, sprayed onto the back of Qi A’s hand. The dagger was forcibly moved away by a few inches, and his entire person suddenly erupted, his knee hitting his stomach. Taking advantage of his pain and shrinking, he used a backhand elbow strike to smash his ribs.

Ignoring everything, he shouted “Lan He”, and was about to rush towards him, but was suddenly stopped again.

Qi A wiped the corner of his mouth fiercely: “I’m going to take him away!”

“You’re dreaming!”

“If I can’t take him away, then he can only die!”

Tuxi Ling was stunned. Just then, Qi A’s dagger stabbed forward again. Because he hesitated for half a beat, a deep cut was slashed on his arm.

Qi A spun the dagger around: “Before that, you die first!”

Lan He kept shouting and cursing, all directed at him. With a gun pointed at his head, he was still jumping around like a monkey. Yingying Zou couldn’t even seal his mouth. It was foreseeable that if the man named Ling didn’t die, then even if he took him away, he would definitely not be honest in the future.

The more Lan He cursed, the dirtier he got. Qi A’s steps began to become messy, and his attacks were no longer organized, but it was still more than enough to deal with a person without a weapon.

Tuxi Ling was forced to retreat constantly by him, and several times he was in great danger.

Lan He became anxious and wanted to go over to help, but the muzzle of the gun on his temple made him afraid to gamble.

He wasn’t familiar with Yingying Zou, but he felt that she would really shoot.

As Qi A’s dagger swept past, a long cut appeared on Tuxi Ling’s chest, revealing skin.

Lan He, with one arm being pulled by Yingying Zou, shouted while jumping.

“Qi A, bastard, don’t kill him, or I’ll hate you for the rest of my life!”

“You let him go! I’ll go with you, okay?”

“We didn’t sleep! We really didn’t sleep together! We didn’t sleep together three years ago, and we’re not living together now, I’m doing it on purpose to make you angry!”

The last sentence finally made him freeze. Tuxi Ling took the opportunity to roll backwards and reached for the gun he had dropped at the beginning.

Qi A threw out the dagger with quick eyes and hands, and also pounced towards his gun.

Tuxi Ling was almost stabbed in the back of the hand by the dagger. Fortunately, he retracted his hand quickly enough. By the time he picked up the gun again, Qi A had already aimed it at his head from a few meters away.

He trembled and took out his phone from his pocket, turned on the screen and glanced at it, his gaze becoming firm again: “Don’t lie to me! You two obviously slept together!”

Lan He shouted: “No! I was really lying to you! I wanted you to give up, I didn’t want you to look for me again!”

Qi A suddenly raised his phone: “Then what’s going on with this photo!”

The phone’s screen saver lit up again. Lan He was too far away to see clearly, but Tuxi Ling saw it. It was actually himself.

Himself bare-chested, leaving a perfect back view to the person outside the screen, with distinct muscles, full of strength.

Was it taken at that time? He took it? He sent it to them? And he actually set it as his screen saver?

Looking at the naked body of the person he liked that was sent to his enemy every day, hating wantonly, missing wantonly.

Madman!

Tuxi Ling’s mind went blank, forgetting to raise his gun to counterattack.

Explaining it would take a long time, and Lan He didn’t have that much time, so he blurted out: “I took it when he borrowed the room to change clothes. There was nothing between us at that time! We didn’t even know each other! If you don’t believe me…”

Da Sang’s voice suddenly came: “Qi A, kill him, we should go.”

The people on the long bridge had all retreated at some point, leaving only Da Sang and two other bodyguards. They couldn’t delay any longer.

But Qi A was hesitating. He believed Lan He’s words. He never lied to himself.

If that was the case…

If he killed the man named Ling in front of his face now, he would definitely hate himself for the rest of his life, right? He always did what he said…

In the midst of his chaotic thoughts, he actually took a step back subconsciously.

That was a sign of retreat.