I saw Oga huddled in the corner of the ward, holding an infusion needle and bottle as weapons in his hands, terrified and on full alert, like a caged beast.
The doctor who examined Oga had blood on his nose and a black eye socket. Apparently he had been punched twice by Oga.
Aoga is really unambiguous in his actions...
Moreover, his strength shocked Jiang Zhonglou again.
Even though Oga grew up in the mountains and is stronger than ordinary children, he is still a seven or eight-year-old child after all and cannot be more powerful than an adult...
Obviously, someone taught him some martial arts, so Aoga was able to beat the whole class to the hospital by himself, and now he can beat the doctor like this with two punches...
In fact, after Oga beat his classmate to the hospital last time, Jiang Zhonglou suspected that someone had taught him some martial arts...
Now, he was even more convinced that Aoga must have practiced some kind of martial arts.
"What's wrong with this kid? Why does he hit someone as soon as he wakes up? He's so wild, look at me!"
The doctor wiped the blood from his nose and shouted angrily to Jiang Zhonglou.
"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry!"
Jiang Zhonglou quickly apologized: "This child was frightened and his brain has not recovered yet..."
"Uncle Jiang!"
As soon as Aoga saw Jiang Zhonglou, he threw away the infusion needle and bottle in his hand, ran over and threw himself into Jiang Zhonglou's arms.
"Don't be afraid! It's okay..."
Jiang Zhonglou hugged Aoga, stroked his head and comforted him: "It's all my fault for being careless and not taking good care of you!"
"Isn't this uncle... a bad person?" Aoga looked at the doctor who was injured by him warily.
"He is a doctor, here to treat you."
"Oh, I woke up and thought he was a bad guy... so I beat him..."
Aoga walked up to the doctor, bowed, and said guiltily: "Uncle, I'm sorry, or... you can hit me twice too."
"Forehead..."
The doctor originally had an angry look on his face, but when he saw Oga apologized so sincerely and allowed himself to hit him, he immediately lost his temper, waved his hand and said, "Forget it, forget it, just consider me unlucky!"
"this..."
Seeing that the doctor refused to hit him, Oga felt even more guilty. He frowned and thought for a moment, then suddenly punched his nose and his eye sockets twice, hard.
Blood immediately rushed out of his nose!
"Forehead..."
The doctors and nurses were all stunned.
"What are you doing?"
Jiang Zhonglou quickly pulled Oga over, took gauze and pressed his nose.
"This uncle helped me treat my illness, but I... mistakenly blamed him for beating him, and he refused to hit me back, so I... had no choice but to beat myself for him." Oga said, covering his nose.
"this..."
Everyone was stunned again.
"It's not an exaggeration to know. This uncle didn't blame you. You don't have to blame yourself so much... Besides, we can still compensate him, why do you need to hurt yourself?" Jiang Chonglou sighed.
"Uncle Jiang, I know you don't have much money as a security guard... I've already caused you a lot of trouble, how can I make you lose money again? That's why I hit myself and apologized to this uncle..."
"Forehead..."
Jiang Zhonglou's heart felt hot and his throat felt blocked.
Oga beat herself up and apologized to the doctor. It turned out that she was afraid of spending money...
"It's okay, uncle is rich!" Jiang Zhonglou wiped the blood from Aoga's nose, "You don't have to do this. When I get old in the future, you can just take care of me!"
"Okay, then when you get old, I will make money to support you and protect you!"
Oga nodded vigorously.
"Okay, let's go."
Jiang Zhonglou took out his mobile phone, paid the doctor some money, and then drove Aoga to the back door of the Xinghui Club in his Mercedes-Benz.
The security guard at the door was so frightened when he saw Jiang Zhonglou driving Jin Hui's car back that he quickly took out his walkie-talkie and informed Jin Hui.
Soon, Jin Hui came out with a group of people cheering.
His ears were wrapped with gauze, and he was staring at Jiang Zhonglou with full vigilance, his hand pressed on the gun under the clothes at his waist.
Jiang Zhonglou got out of the car, glanced at Jin Hui coldly, ignored him, took Ao Ga's hand and got on the electric donkey.
Dahuang jumped out of nowhere and got on Jiang Zhonglou's electric car. The two of them and the dog sped away.
"call..."
Jin Hui breathed a sigh of relief.
"Brother Hui, where did this guy come from? Why is he so violent?" one of his subordinates asked.
"I don't know...this turtle son, I'm afraid it's not simple..."
Jin Hui narrowed his eyes.
"Then what should we do? We can't just let it go, right?"
"Yes, this kid broke into our Jinhui Club, injured Brother Hui and so many brothers, and even damaged Brother Hui's car. How can we let him off so easily?"
"Yes! We have to find a way to kill him! Even if we can't defeat him, we can still find a way to do it secretly!"
Several of his men looked at the battered Mercedes-Benz and said angrily.
The front of that Mercedes-Benz was completely unrecognizable because it hit the lift rod...
"Of course we can't just let it go. Otherwise, how can we, Jin Hui Club, still hang out on the road?"
Jin Hui said bitterly, but saw a car parked at the back door again, and the skinny man got out of the car.
"this..."
Everyone became nervous again.
The one in front of Jiang Li was just mediocre, but this thin monkey was a ruthless killer!
Guapi walked slowly to Jin Hui, his thin body seemed to have grown taller, and he had a compelling murderous aura!
"Tell your turtle son to transfer to another school immediately and stay away from our Oga, lest I can't help but kill him one day!" Guapi stared at Jin Hui.
"Yes...yes!"
Jin Hui was shocked by Guapi's momentum and was so frightened that he even claimed it was.
"You'd better get out of Shudu. If I get drunk one day, I might come and kill you!"
Two sinister rays of light flashed in Guapi's wretched little eyes.
"Yes! Yes!"
Jin Hui was so frightened that sweat dropped from his forehead.
"snort!"
Guapi snorted coldly, got on his little electric donkey and drove away.
"call..."
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
Just now, they could hardly breathe.
"This thin monkey...is so powerful!"
"Brother Hui, what should we do?"
Several subordinates asked.
"Transfer Yaozu to another school first, lest they attack Yaozu..."
Jin Hui gritted his teeth and said, "When I spend a lot of money to hire Hantian Lei to take action, I won't believe that I can't kill them!"
Jiang Chonglou took Oga home and gave him a bath, and Guapi came back soon after.
"Uncle Jiang, Uncle Han, those people who arrested me...are they the men of Jin Yaozu's father?"
Oga frowned and asked, "I just beat Jin Yaozu, but they actually want my life?"
"The person who captured you... is probably more terrifying than Jin Hui. Jin Hui is just a guy they paid to hire."
Guapi opened a bottle of wine and took a swig.
"Yes, although Jin Hui has no intention of letting you go, he just wants to beat you to vent his son's anger, and he won't even kill you." Jiang Chonglou sighed.
"So...the people who captured me are the accomplices of the devil who massacred our Bazi camp?"
Oga was very smart and immediately thought of the truth of the matter.
"It should be..."
Jiang Zhonglou took Aojia's hand, looked at Aojia with burning eyes and asked: "Aojia, do you really not know why that demon bloodbathed your Bazi camp?"
"I don't know...what? Uncle Jiang, don't you believe me?" Aoga frowned.
"Of course not..."
Jiang Zhonglou paused and then said: "I just felt that there must be something weird in your village, which attracted the attention of those demons...
Think about it again, did your grandfather tell you anything special about Baziying?"
"Something special?"
Oga scratched the back of his head and thought for a moment, then said: "We at Baziying will protect the Ba Temple from generation to generation and will not marry anyone outside the mountain... There is nothing special about it..."
"Then your grandfather...did he teach you any magical martial arts?"
Jiang Zhonglou asked again.
Aoga's skills are much stronger than those of ordinary seven or eight-year-old children. He must have practiced some martial arts.