The brightly lit ward was filled with a mysterious awkwardness. Han Daxia sat on a folding chair beside the bed, pursing his trembling lips tightly. His face was swollen and deformed, but he couldn't hide the smile that was about to burst out.
50 meters south of West Perth Hospital, there is an elevated bridge with two rows of bicycle lanes running parallel to each other. There was originally a row of coconut trees planted under the bridge between the two lanes.
Probably because the height of the viaduct is exactly level with the treetops, in order not to affect the sight of passing vehicles and at the same time ensure greening, I don’t know who came up with the idea, but they put a box filled with soil at the root of the coconut tree and tied it to the top of the street lamp on the viaduct.
As a result, Yuan Xiaoxiao, who was in the ward on the 8th floor, looked out the window and saw a row of tree trunks. She thought she was on the 1st floor. It was only when she jumped out of the window that she realized she had made a big mistake.
At this moment, Yuan Xiaoxiao, who had been "rescued", was sitting cross-legged on the hospital bed, eating a hamburger without caring about her image. The white mayonnaise was all over her face and she didn't even bother to wipe it off.
Han Daxia managed to hold back his laughter, but he didn't dare to make fun of it. Out of boredom, he picked up the handcuffs hanging under the bed and marveled at them. He had seen many people who could open handcuffs, but it was rare to see someone like Yuan Xiaoxiao who could break free of handcuffs without even a piece of clothing on her body.
"How did you do it?" Han asked curiously.
"Want to know?"
Yuan Xiaoxiao stopped what she was doing, tilted her head and looked at him, a smile on her lips, and hooked her fingers holding half a hamburger. When Old Han came over curiously, she moved closer and said softly under his slightly embarrassed gaze: "Then tell me first, who gave you the wound on your face?"
Han Daxia: …
With a gloomy face, Mou Han leaned back in his chair, turned his head away and talked about something else.
"Actually, you don't have to run away in such a hurry. I have already reported your identity as an informant to the headquarters. The police will not do anything to you."
Yuan Xiaoxiao stared at his eyes with a half-smile, and said in an unclear tone: "Who said I want to be your informant?"
"Hey, you..."
Old Han got anxious when he heard this. My buddy came all the way to Australia, asking for favors and getting beaten, and even being ostracized by his peers. He finally saved the person, and now you want to deny it after taking advantage of him? If it weren't for the fact that you saved me once, do you really think I care about you
"You'd better think it through!"
Han Daxia stood up, leaned over to look at Yuan Xiaoxiao, and said in a strong voice: "You are still a wanted criminal on Interpol's list! If you refuse me, you will face imprisonment immediately. Don't even think about running away. If I can find you once, I can find you a second time!"
"ha… "
Yuan Xiaoxiao suddenly pointed at Han Daxia with a gloating look on her face, and said excitedly like a little girl, "I know who beat you up!"
"I… "
Han's momentum stagnated and he collapsed in an instant. Then he heard Yuan Xiaoxiao tauntingly: "Tsk tsk ~ That badger was shot today and almost died. You don't think they will lend you the badger in the future, do you?"
"What? The boss was shot?"
Han Daxia's scalp exploded and his heart sank instantly.
Outside the Hillarys Boat Harbor, Gu Lang, who had just got off a taxi, didn't bother to respond to the explanation on the phone and ran towards the hotel.
In the room, Wang Ping lay down in bed and breathed a sigh of satisfaction. Just as he was about to close his eyes and organize his sleep, he heard the door open in the living room. In less than 2 seconds, the light in the bedroom flickered on.
"Damn, you came back just in time!"
A badger sighed, grabbed the room service sign on the bedside table and threw it towards the switch. At this moment, the bedroom door was suddenly pushed open, and Gu Laosan rushed in anxiously.
"Boss... Ugh~!"
The plastic service sign flew over and hit him right on the nose. Gu Laosan just opened his head and squatted down, covering his nose, which made Wang An, who ran over later, look stunned.
Half an hour later, Wang Ping stood on the coffee table in the living room, looking at the two people and a "dog" sitting on the sofa opposite. Badger Face helplessly raised his paws and pulled his T-shirt to show his "craftsmanship".
"I think..." Gu Laosan's nostrils were blocked by two pieces of toilet paper again, and his voice was strange: "It's better to go to the hospital. After all, it's a gunshot wound! I heard from Han Dasha that Yuan Xiaoxiao was half dead after being hit in the thigh. We were hit in the stomach..."
“Ouch!”
The black T-shirt was suddenly put down, Wang Ping bared his white teeth, and gestured angrily with his paws, his anger was beyond words. It seemed that he was ready to fight if they disagreed.
"How many times have I told you! Don't go to the hospital, don't go to the hospital! Do you want to be beaten?"
The badger's action startled the two people on the opposite side. Now that they knew that the badger was injured, neither of them dared to go against his temper and could only stroke his fur.
"Hey, don't move! You'll tear the wound again! I'm not going to the hospital, I'm just... giving you a suggestion..."
Gu Xianyu wanted to reach out his hand several times, but then silently retracted it, smiling apologetically with a bitter face.
Wang An frowned, still a little puzzled. How could an animal that was shot still be so lively? No matter how strong its vitality was, it couldn't go against the laws of nature, right? After a moment of silence, he reached into Gu Lang's pocket, took out his cell phone, called Han Daxia, and put it on the coffee table with the hands-free function turned on.
Wang An's actions aroused the curiosity of Gu Lang and a badger. The "argument" paused and they all looked down at their phones.
When the call was connected, before Old Han could even say "Hello", Wang An took the lead and asked, "Brother Han, can I talk to that person named Yuan Xiaoxiao?"
There was a low conversation on the phone, and then a lazy female voice sounded, asking perfunctorily: "Who is it? What do you want from me?"
"Hello, Miss Yuan. I want to ask, how was Huanhuan shot? Who treated the wound? Has the bullet been taken out?"
After the words fell, there was silence on the other side for a while, and then a female voice was heard mumbling, "Tsk, there are still a lot of questions...", and then she snorted coldly, "Who is Huanhuan? I don't know her!"
"Huanhuan... is a honey bee wearing a black T-shirt and a camouflage hat..."
Before Wang An could finish his words, someone on the other end of the phone suddenly burst into laughter, mixed with complaints. It was unclear whether Yuan Xiaoxiao was deliberately trying to irritate him or if she really didn't know the "real" name of the badger.
“Haha… That guy’s name is Huanhuan? Uh haha… What a cute name… Haha, oops, I can’t help it, my legs hurt from laughing… The guy who usually pretends to be so serious… is actually called… Hahahaha…”
The air pressure in the living room seemed a little low. Gu Laosan glanced at Wang An quietly, whose face was frosty, and then stole a glance at a badger who stood up with his eyes narrowed. He swallowed his saliva subconsciously, and moved slightly, trying to hide aside.
Before he could make any obvious movement, the cushion next to him sank, and Wolf Xiaosi, who had been squatting on the other side of Wang An, went around the coffee table and hid on the other side of him.
“Damn…” A certain lazy guy frowned and pushed the guy with his elbow, feeling that it was taking his place.
Not long after, the angry roar of a badger suddenly sounded in the living room, mixed with Wang An's unhappy questioning, and seemed to be accompanied by the muffled groan of a salted fish.