It only took eight minutes for Huo Yanqing to appear in the westmost room on the second floor. The man behind him chased after him, but he kicked him away. Another person rushed over, but He Jingxing stopped him with a cold voice, "A bunch of trash, so many people are trying to stop them." You can’t live alone, but you still have the nerve to chase me here?”
Several men clenched their fists but did not dare to do anything again.
"Get down!" He Jingxing ordered, and all the men behind Huo Yan stepped back.
Shu Xin looked at Huo Yanqing and tears instantly flowed out. There were several bruises on his face, and there was a wound on his cheekbone, which looked like a cut by a knife. The blood was trickling out, and the blood flowed down his angular face. A bright red blood mark was left, as if a knife had been cut into Shu Xin's heart, causing her heart to throb.
On such a cold day, he only wore a shirt and a suit, but his forehead was covered with beads of sweat.
His clothes were scratched in several places and his hair was messy, but Shu Xin felt that Huo Yanqing was particularly handsome at this time. He was handsome and full of masculinity, the kind of handsome who has the tenacious willpower of a soldier in his bones.
This scene was engraved in Shu Xin's bones. Years later, Shu Xin's heart would palpitate every time she thought of this scene, and she could feel her almost fanatical and paranoid love for this man.
"Xin'er, don't cry, I'm fine." Huo Yanqing comforted Shu Xin like this.
Shu Xin nodded, but the tears seemed to flow more violently against her.
He Jingxing stood behind Shu Xin, putting one hand on Shu Xin's shoulder and holding a small pistol in the other. The muzzle of the gun lightly tapped Shu Xin's other shoulder, "It's faster than I thought. It is indeed the weapon that scared many terrorist organizations back then." A character, but no matter how powerful you are, you still fall into my hands today."
Huo Yanqing took a few steps closer to the room.
"Stand there and don't move." He Jingxing raised his hand and pointed the muzzle of the gun at Shu Xin's temple, but his words were addressed to Huo Yanqing.
Huo Yanqing immediately stopped and said, "Whatever you want to do, just ask, I will accompany you to the end."
When He Jingxing saw that Huo Yanqing was still so calm at this time, he couldn't help but feel angry. His brows and eyes were filled with gloom for a moment, "Take off your hands."
"No!" Shu Xin shook his head.
"Now, immediately, immediately." He Jingxing loaded the gun, as if he would shoot in the next second.
Huo Yanqing held his left wrist with his right hand. With a strong force, the sound of bones dislocating could be heard in the air. His thin lips were pursed tightly, and there was no expression on his face, as if the arm he had just removed was not his own.
"No!" Shu Xin screamed and began to struggle violently on the chair. She was not afraid at all when the cold gun pointed at her head.
He Jingxing had a cruel and excited smile on his lips, "Very good, the other hand."
Huo Yanqing let go of his left hand, which hung limply by his side. He looked at He Jingxing with a deep look, "Can you help me?"
His tone was as understated as if he really wanted He Jingxing to do something for him, instead of doing something as cruel as removing his arm.
His left hand was removed, and he really could no longer remove his right hand by himself.
He Jingxing looked at Huo Yanqing for a moment. Huo Yanqing had no weapons on him, and he had removed his left hand. He couldn't do anything with him, "Come here."
Huo Yanqing moved closer to Shu Xin, keeping his eyes fixed on her tear-filled face, "Don't worry, I'm fine. Trust me, I won't let anything happen to you."
Shu Xin nodded, but he was already choked with sobs that he couldn't make a sound. He could only say in his heart: I believe you, I believe whatever you say.