"Fourth Young Master, Mr. Ling has dropped something."
Not long after the car drove out, the driver spoke.
Yue Dingtang: "What?"
The driver said, "It's a paper bag on the co-pilot. There seems to be some food in it. Just now, Miss San ordered someone to put it on the car. It should be for Mr. Ling, but he forgot to take it."
Yue Dingtang really couldn't do anything about this third sister.
Ling Shu even ate and fetched, large and small bags, I don't know if it was a relative from the country entering the city.
He wanted to pretend not to be there, and when he got home, he said that Ling Shu had forgotten, but it was inevitable that the third sister would babble again, making his ears calluses.
Yue Dingtang sighed.
"Turn around and go back, and you'll get off the car and deliver it to him later."
"Yes."
Ling Shu was hit on the back.
The opponent's strength was very strong, and he didn't leave any room, and he hit his back directly, the pain penetrated to the front chest, and he almost vomited a mouthful of old blood.
Even the wound on the abdomen that had not healed was almost bursting again.
Judging from the punches and feet that attacked him, there was more than one opponent.
Judging from the shot, it seems that the other party is not just teaching a lesson, but directly not intending to stay alive.
The other party thought it was just an easy errand.
After all, Ling Shu was a solitary figure, and was caught again, and after a few sap shots, he immediately fell unconscious.
If another fatal blow is applied to the temple, the body will be completely cold when it is discovered tomorrow.
It doesn't even need tomorrow, in such weather, people will lose consciousness and breathing in just an hour or two.
But Ling Shu did not give them this chance.
He suddenly curled up in a sack and rolled to the side!
Next to it is the steps, this roll directly rolled down the steps, Ling Shu took advantage of the situation to break the sack, revealing half of his body from the inside.
Half body is enough!
He grabbed the stick that was swung in front of him with one hand, pulled it to his own end, and pushed it hard in the opposite direction.
Ling Shu had a stick in his hand, and immediately set aside the other sticks, kicked the sack with his legs, broke free from it, and then bent over and swept across, hitting the opponent directly with his body. They staggered back, one fell into the bushes, the other fell down the steps, and the other tried to grab Ling Shu, but he grabbed the waist and turned over and pressed him down.
One punch, two punches, bows from left and right, only to punch the opponent's eyes with gold stars and nosebleeds.
Another person saw that the situation was not good, and quickly got up from the ground, picked up the stick and swung it towards the back of Ling Shu's head!
The tiger is the wind, and it is a close call.
Gunshots sounded.
The other party cried out in pain and fell down.
Ling Shu gasped, turned around and sat down on the ground.
His back was burning hot, and he guessed it must be bruised and bruised.
He didn't fire the gun, but he had predicted the blow from the back of his head just now. He wanted to lower his head to avoid it, but he didn't expect someone to shoot faster than him.
The two gangsters in black jackets got up and hurried away without waiting for their companions to approach.
The person who was hit in the back of the knee could not run, and gave up struggling after climbing two steps.
In the darkness, the man in the trench coat walked step by step.
The hand holding the gun was also wearing black gloves, hanging straight and not trembling.
The headlights shone a beam of light behind him, more like a guide to hell than redemption to heaven.
And the man in the trench coat is the god of death.
The man in the jacket couldn't help showing fear.
It's just that most of this fear is covered up by the night.
Ling Shu was so angry that he took the opportunity and kicked him fiercely.
The other party grunted, seeing the man with the gun getting closer and closer, he dared not speak out, and dare not fight back.
Ling Shu kicked a few more times, but he didn't hold his breath, and kicked directly on the person's calf.
"Stop kicking, stop kicking, I'm all entrusted by others, loyal people, not my business!"
The voice fell, and the cold muzzle of the gun stood on his forehead.
The man in the jacket gasped, and his body froze.
He just heard Yue Ding Tang coldly say to him: "Go back and tell Shen Shi Shi that Ling Shu is from my Yue Ding Tang. If he loses a hair, I will trouble the Shen family. Just ask Shen Shi Shi. , his uncle, is he willing to clean up the mess for him at that time?"
The man in the jacket was about to defend himself when he heard a low "go away", and subconsciously reluctantly got up, limping away despite the gunshot wound to his broken leg.
He walked a long way, until he turned his head and could no longer see Yue Ding and Tang, then he breathed a sigh of relief, leaning on the wall and slowly turning the corner.
A car is parked there.
The lights went out, but there were people in the car.
"Mr. Shen..."
The car window slowly rolled down, revealing half of Shen Shiqi's face.
"Why, the errand didn't go well, what about your companion?" Shen Shiqi had already guessed the result when he saw his embarrassed appearance.
"They all ran away!" The jacket man was annoyed, "Someone came out suddenly, calling himself Yue, Yue Dingtang, and pointing a gun at me, I really can't do anything, you see, I'm still injured, tonight This errand…”
Before he could negotiate successfully, he was hit hard on the back of his head, and he was immediately paralyzed and pinched by someone's hands through his armpits.
"Mr. Shen, what should I do with him?" the driver asked in a low voice.
"Whatever, don't let me see him again!"
Shen Shiqi said viciously, looking at the man in the jacket with utter disgust, like looking at a pile of dirty garbage.
"It's really a waste, one of three hits is planted, and you dare to ask me for a reward, one or two are all cut to feed the dog, next time I won't be able to hire people from the youth gang, if success is not enough, it is more than failure, you ask uncle to give it to me Find a few people over... Forget it, I'll go to Mr. Cheng, he must have an idea!"
The driver didn't interrupt his self-talk as if venting his anger. After Shen Shiqi finished venting his anger, he calmly asked: "Then what are you going to do with the Yue family? Yue Dingtang has already intervened, I'm afraid this is not good. No matter how high-profile it is, it's not worth it to offend the Yue family for the sake of one Ling Shu."
The cause of this matter, in the final analysis, was just Shen Shiqi's jealousy.
He was arrogant and boasted of calling for the wind and the rain, but suddenly a Ling Shu came. He was not as good as him. Instead, he relied on his good face to make He Youan look at it differently. Even in Shen Shiqi's eyes, He Youan was just a plaything. Tolerating playthings out of his control, and even giving birth to a little bit of unpleasant thoughts.
Ling Shu was like the thorn stuck in his finger, it was neither painful nor itchy, and it was uncomfortable, so it had to be pulled out.
This is a common problem for all characters who are used to being superior, and Shen Shiqi is no exception.
Maybe he was in the huge Shanghai beach, and he was nothing in the eyes of a real big man, but he thought it was more than enough to deal with a small man like Ling Shu.
Suddenly, a Yue Dingtang appeared, and it became a variable in this certainty.
Shen Shiqi was silent for a long time, and then he was reluctant to say a word: "The little life surnamed Ling, let's put it away for the time being, and I'll settle the account with him later!"
"Thank you, Chief Yue, for your life-saving grace, do you want me to make a promise?"
Ling Shu still had that condescending tone, with a slight smile on his face.
If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Yue Dingtang might have thought that he had nothing at all.
"You still have the strength to joke, why don't you stand up by yourself?"
Yue Ding Tang glanced at him, and when he saw a hint of pain, he reached out his hand in satisfaction.
Ling Shu grabbed it unceremoniously and got up abruptly.
Long pain is worse than short pain.
Rao is so, it still hurts him to hiss.
The back is probably swollen.
It's not an iron rod, or else it's all internal injuries now.
He seems to have been unfavorable recently, always getting hurt, and it was only after he met the surname Yue again that he had frequent problems.
It must be that the Yintang with the surname Yue turned black and brought him all bad luck.
Yue Dingtang didn't know what he was muttering in his heart.
"Can you go?"
Ling Shu sighed: "That must be able, it's not the leg that hurts."
But with every step, an injury is implicated.
Ling Shu could only think of one word for the feeling of the back, the abdomen, and the front and back.
Ice and Fire.
Yue Dingtang suddenly pulled him, and directly and easily dragged the person onto his back, and walked towards the car.
The driver trotted over in a hurry and wanted to reach out to pick up the person, but Yue Dingtang raised his chin and tapped at the door of Ling's house.
"Go and tell Aunt Hong, just say this guy is staying at my place tonight."