Zhou Xiaoxing heard this hoarse voice in the extremely noisy scene, turned over like a carp, and squatted in front of an old man.

"I'm sorry, Wei Sheng, I'm sorry, I, I'm here to save you, I'm sorry."

The old man stood up quickly, and Zhou Xiaoxing followed suit, patted his hands, wiped them hard on his body, and then carefully dusted Wei Sheng's body.

The gunfight continued in the bar. In the chaos, Zhou Xiaoxing couldn't clearly see the situation. Fortunately, he knew that Wei Sheng would be fine for the best, so he opened his hands like an eagle protecting its eaglet.

If Wei Sheng is a celebrity in the customer group, he is a super big customer. If you catch this one, you will be able to enjoy it for several years. How could Zhou Xiaoxing let go of this opportunity to show his good will?

Besides, no one is paying attention to them under the stairs, so there won't be any danger.

However, Wei Sheng remained silent. Could it be that he accidentally broke the seat just now?

Zhou Xiaoxing put away his hand and turned around to check on Wei Sheng's condition. His face was pale, and his black suit and large windbreaker made him look particularly vain. There was also a large red mark on his thigh. Wei Sheng was covering his leg tightly with both hands, mouth

Open wide.

"No, Wei Sheng is injured." Zhou Xiaoxing shouted subconsciously, and large beads of sweat began to appear on his forehead.

Zhou Xiaoxing massaged his hand back and forth over the wound. He didn't know what to do, but a tear fell down. Wei Sheng's legs twitched, and Zhou Xiaoxing fell down in fear.

"Ouch, young man, get up..."

"Oh, I'm sorry, Wei Sheng, I'm going to stop your bleeding right now. I don't do this often. If I can't do it well, don't worry about it." Zhou Xiaoxing stretched out his hands and stood up with difficulty.

His explanation made Wei Sheng laugh.

"I miss Wei Jie, I was so wise all my life, but I didn't expect that I would have such a young man next to me in the end."

Zhou Xiaoxing's mind went blank. How to stop the bleeding? He had listened to the trainer's drill during his previous on-the-job training. But in those peaceful times, there were no injuries at all. Just one case. Just dial 120 and an ambulance would arrive in a few minutes.

That's it, he still needs to do it himself.

Also, during the training session, Zhou Xiaoxing gave flowers to the training teacher, so he had no time to listen carefully to the class.

How about this meeting?

The blood on Wei Sheng's leg kept flowing, and his hands were stained red and could not be covered.

Hey, forget it, let’s break the can.

"Wei Sheng, please bear with me." Zhou Xiaoxing ran to the bar counter not far away. Without looking, he picked up two bottles of whiskey, rolled up a few tablecloths, hooked up two pairs of scissors with his little finger, and walked towards the stairs.

Mouth.

This staircase is really a natural barrier. Every time Zhou Xiaoxing came and went, no bullets flew over.

Zhou Xiaoxing put down the things in his hands, squatted down slowly, and checked Wei Sheng's breath. Fortunately, he was still alive, but he just passed out.

He clasped his hands together and made a small bow, "I'm sorry, Wei Sheng, I'm offended."

Then he picked up a pair of scissors and pried open a bottle of wine. It smelled so good that Zhou Xiaoxing didn't care about tasting the wine at this time. He put his stomach away, took a deep breath, and drank a big gulp of it.

"Gulu gulu..."

Oops, no, drink.

Zhou Xiaoxing himself is a little funny, why can he still swallow it at this time?

If your own flesh and blood relatives are not suffering, you will inevitably not be able to empathize with them.

He stopped laughing and poured wine again. This time he couldn't be more careful and even pressed it with his tongue. As a result, he only took a small sip.

The gunshots in the bar gradually became quieter. Zhou Xiaoxing raised his head, took Wei Sheng's hand away, lowered his head slowly, one, two, three, vomit.

"What are you doing?"

"Wei Sheng, Wei Sheng, Wei Sheng..."

A large group of people rushed over. One person pulled Zhou Xiaoxing away, and two more people ran over and shook Wei Sheng, who was lying motionless on the ground.

The whole process does not take a minute.

Then, a tall, silly-looking man wearing a big cloak walked out of the group of horses.

"Brother Biao, there is another Ma Zai from Hongyi." The Ma Zai who pulled Zhou Xiaoxing reported as if he was taking credit.

"Wei Sheng, Wei Sheng, what do you want?" Brother Biao, who looked like Cheng Kui'an, glanced at Zhou Xiaoxing, who had a big mouth, and walked straight to Wei Sheng.

Wei Sheng had been lifted up by the two boys and placed on the sofa at the end of the stairs, and his consciousness began to slowly recover.

"Call Bai Qi, hurry up." Brother Biao saw a large pool of blood on the ground, and then saw Wei Sheng's distorted and shapeless face, and shouted angrily.

A guy immediately ran to the bar and picked up the phone.

Zhou Xiaoxing still had the sip of wine in his mouth, neither swallowing it nor spitting it out. When he saw the form walking toward him with a smile on his back and his hands behind his back, he felt that he was relieved.

"You pounce on the street. Beat Wei Sheng like this, and it will cost you your life." After Brother Biao said this, he pointed the gun at Zhou Xiaoxing's temple.

Zhou Xiaoxing instinctively wanted to raise his hands to beg for mercy, but unfortunately his hands were held tightly by Ma Zai and he could not move, so he had to open his mouth to explain.

"Wow."

A big mouthful of wine was sprayed directly on Brother Biao's face. He grimaced in pain. He already suffered a bullet scratch on his face, but he didn't have time to deal with it.

Feeling comfortable, Zhou Xiaoxing opened his mouth.

Unfortunately, Brother Biao pulled the trigger at this time.

Zhou Xiaoxing rushed directly to Wei Sheng, and the bullet hit the stairs and penetrated.

The boys all marveled at Brother Biao's good shooting skills, and at the same time felt chilled in their hearts. If he had hit that kid, he would probably be injured.

"Wei Sheng, Wei Sheng, wake up, wake up..." Zhou Xiaoxing rushed over too fast, and the two horses didn't react, leaving Zhou Xiaoxing to scream beside Wei Sheng.

Can you stop crying? The stairs are all worn out.

Can you stop shouting? It could be him in the next second.

"Pull him away."

"You were lucky just now, but you won't have any luck this time." Brother Biao pointed his gun at Zhou Xiaoxing again.

Zhou Xiaoxing felt the breath of death without looking back. He was still shaking Wei Sheng with his eyes closed and ignorant of the world.

Three seconds.

Two seconds.

One second.

Brother Biao's pistol was about to see blood again, and Zhou Xiaoxing had no place to escape at this time, and was just thinking about using Wei Sheng as a shield.

"Ah, Ah Biao, stop, stop..."

Fortunately, Wei Sheng spoke.

"Brother Biao, the white car is here." Brother Biao put down his pistol, picked up Wei Sheng and walked out.

"Wei Sheng, please stop talking now. The white car is here."

The moment Wei Sheng was picked up by Brother Biao, he slowly took out a piece of paper from his pocket and stuffed it into Zhou Xiaoxing's hand, who was thankful that he had escaped.

"This is my card."

"Abiao, let's go."

Brother Biao raised his feet and left. He saw that the blood on Wei Sheng's thigh had solidified in a circle, and knew that he had to be sent to the hospital quickly. The white car was outside, and now everything big had to be moved aside.

Ma Zai also obediently cleared the way for them to pass, and then walked away.

After a short while, the cars outside drove away.

Zhou Xiaoxing was left paralyzed on the ground in the bar, holding a card in his hand.

"Bang."

A crystal cup fell.

"Who?"
Chapter completed!