klisemfg Chapter 1052 An Indescribable Stiffness
Chapter 1052 An Indescribable Stiffness
Enraged by Feng Tao's laughter, Feng Zhan's eyes turned bloodshot. He suddenly pulled a dagger from the waist of the man in black beside him and charged at Feng Tao with a roar.
"Don't touch him! Stop!" Gu Ze's eyes were bloodshot as he struggled desperately against the black-clad man's grip.
He was held down and could only watch helplessly as the cold glint of the dagger approached.
"Bang!" A gunshot suddenly shattered the silence.
Feng Zhan screamed and staggered to his knees. Blood gushed from his wrist, which was gripping the dagger, and the dagger fell to the ground with a clatter.
He looked up angrily, only to see Andy Coles standing in the doorway, holding a smoking pistol.
Feng Yan's expression changed drastically, his sinister gaze sweeping over the group of people who had suddenly barged in.
Without hesitation, he drew the gun from his waist, aimed it at Andy Coles, the leader, and pulled the trigger.
Andy Coles was prepared. He stepped aside and grabbed the man in black who was holding Feng Tao, using him as a shield.
With a "thud," the bullet pierced the black-clad man's heart with pinpoint accuracy, and blood stained his clothes like blooming plum blossoms. The man fell straight down.
Andy Collis clapped rhythmically, praising in a relaxed and teasing tone:
"The vice president's marksmanship is pretty good. If I had been just a hair's breadth away, I would have been going to meet my maker."
It's a pity, you only get one chance; once you miss it, it's gone forever.
His men behind him immediately raised their guns and shouted sternly, "Hands up! Get over there and squat down!"
The man in black immediately lost his arrogance, obediently raised his hands to cover his head, and squatted down in the center of the hall where Feng Zhan was lying.
Feng Yan pointed his gun firmly at Andy Coles, his voice icy: "What do you want to do?"
"I don't want to do anything." Andy Coles gestured with his chin toward Feng Tao and Gu Ze.
"These two are Kate's friends. I'm going to take them to meet Kate. I'm sure the vice president won't mind, right?"
"Andy Coles!" Feng Yan roared angrily, "We've been working together for so many years, are you really going to tear off the mask of civility today?"
"So what if we tear off the mask of civility? As long as my Kate is happy." Andy Coles raised an eyebrow, his tone extremely arrogant.
“I have a gun, and I’m the one who calls the shots here, aren’t I, dear Vice President?”
"You..." Feng Yan was so angry he couldn't speak. Two armed men stepped forward and roughly snatched the gun from his hand.
He was shoved back to the head seat, and he staggered and fell into the chair, his face ashen.
"Take him away." Andy Coles winked at his men and then ordered, "Keep an eye on the others and don't let them make any rash moves."
"Yes!" the subordinates responded in unison, their eyes resolute and ruthless. They quickly untied the ropes binding Feng Tao and Gu Ze, and escorted the two men outwards, protecting them in the middle.
As early as when Andy Coles shot and knocked away Feng Zhan's dagger, Shi Tiejun had taken advantage of the chaos to quietly retreat and disappear into the passage he had come from.
His fingers flew across the watch, and Morse code urgently transmitted: "Andy Coles has suddenly broken in and taken Gu Ze and Feng Tao away."
In the banquet hall, Teng Zijing and Ji Yang were mingling in the crowd when their wristwatches suddenly vibrated.
Teng Zijing glanced at the message and quickly replied with his fingertips: "Attention all groups, seize the opportunity and arrest the Feng brothers immediately."
The moment the command was issued, plainclothes officers hidden in various locations simultaneously received the signal.
He subtly adjusted his posture, his gaze fixed on the direction of the council chamber like that of a hawk.
The storm aboard the Sea Shark has only just begun, with its most violent waves rising, and a thrilling drama is about to unfold.
Andreas and his crew were scattered throughout the ship, their eyes fixed on Andy Colles and his group—
They were helping the injured Feng Tao and Gu Ze towards the guest rooms on the fourth floor.
In every shadow of the ship's hull, there seemed to be eyes poised to pounce.
Inside the cockpit, the original captain and several assistants were tightly bound to pillars.
The black tape over their mouths rendered them unable to make a sound, leaving them helpless as a group of strangers took control of all the devices.
The indicator lights on the dashboard flashed as a light of despair in their eyes.
On the lower deck of the ship, several young foreign men moved nimbly between the pipes.
They skillfully planted bombs in key structural areas, their faces bearing relaxed smiles.
As if doing something utterly ordinary, the timer at the end of the lead wire flashed a faint red light.
Andy Colles pushed open the door to room 53, and Jiang Chengyu immediately stood up from the sofa.
His face was full of anger: "Andy Colles, what do you mean? Why are you keeping me locked in this room?"
Before he finished speaking, his subordinates helped Feng Tao and Gu Ze in, and the two were gently placed on the sofa.
Jiang Chengyu instantly forgot his argument and rushed over, his voice filled with undisguised worry:
"Gu Ze, Feng Tao! How did they manage to injure you two like this?"
While showing concern, he checked the injury with his hands, his tone full of reproach. As soon as his fingertips touched the other's abdomen, Gu Ze curled up in pain, cold sweat beading on his forehead.
Jiang Chengyu quickly withdrew his hand and turned to Feng Tao—his complexion was even worse, the blood at the corner of his mouth had dried, and his chest heaved with difficulty.
“They might have broken ribs.” Jiang Chengyu squatted down beside the sofa, turning to look at Andy Coles.
His tone was urgent and left no room for doubt: "I need Xiao Ji to come over. He has excellent medical skills and can easily treat this kind of injury."
Gu Ze suddenly reached out and grabbed Jiang Chengyu's arm, his voice hoarse and stubborn: "Chengyu, I'm fine, don't bother him..."
Jiang Chengyu knew Gu Ze's pride, but he still took out his phone and dialed Mu Xiaoji's number.
The call was answered quickly, and Mu Xiaoji's slightly hoarse voice came from the other end: "Hey little monster, I'm really fine, you don't need to worry about me."
"No, Xiao Ji..." Jiang Chengyu tried to keep his tone calm, "Gu Ze and Feng Tao have been rescued."
They're badly injured. Could you come to room 53 and check on them?
"Okay, I'll be right there." Mu Xiaoji replied without hesitation.
After hanging up the phone, he turned to Shuyazi and said, "Old man, help me pack my things, I'll be right back."
Shu Ya Zi took the velvet box he handed over, raised an eyebrow, and said, "Aren't you afraid I'll run away with it?"
"I'll grant you anything you want, as long as it's within my power."
As Mu Xiaoji installed the prosthetic leg, he said calmly, "But I hope you won't try to sell Little Monster's things for money."
He endured the throbbing pain at the joint, stood up, opened the door, and walked straight towards room 53.
Upon seeing him, the guard at the door tacitly opened the door and gestured for him to enter.
When Mu Xiaoji entered the room, she saw Jiang Chengyu holding a warm towel.
She carefully wiped away the bruises and bloodstains on Gu Ze's cheek, her movements as gentle as if she were handling a fragile treasure.
"Little monster..." Mu Xiaoji stood there, her voice tinged with emotion.
He deliberately avoided Gu Ze's gaze, walked straight to Feng Tao's side, squatted down and began to examine the injury.
Mu Xiaoji remained calm as his fingertips traced precise lines along Feng Tao's ribs, his movements swift and professional.
When he located the misaligned bone and swiftly put it back in place, Feng Tao cried out in pain, his voice filled with unbearable agony.
Gu Ze instinctively closed his eyes tightly, his knuckles clenching until they turned white, unable to bear looking at the disheveled state he was in at that moment.
Jiang Chengyu sensed his tension and subconsciously tightened his grip on his hand, the warmth of his palm silently conveying comfort.
"One spot is fixed, but there's still one more." Mu Xiaoji wiped the sweat from his fingertips, his tone steady.
“This part is dislocated quite deeply, it’s a bit troublesome.” He looked up at Andy Coles’s men, “Two of you come and hold his shoulders and legs down.”
Andy Coles raised his hand to signal, and two of his men immediately stepped forward and firmly held down Feng Tao's limbs.
Mu Xiaoji leaned down, her voice soft: "Feng Tao, don't be nervous, relax. Listen to my commands, take a deep breath... exhale... then breathe again..."
With his gentle, guiding voice, Feng Tao's breathing gradually calmed down.
Mu Xiaoji seized the opportunity and suddenly exerted force with his fingertips—"Ah!" Feng Tao screamed in agony, his vision went black, and he completely fainted.
"Feng Tao! Feng Tao, how are you?" Gu Ze suddenly opened his eyes, struggling to get up to see him.
The pain in his body made him lean against Jiang Chengyu's chest, panting heavily.
Mu Xiaoji stood up, took a tissue, and gently wiped the cold sweat from Feng Tao's cheeks, her tone soft:
"He's fine, he just fainted from the pain. He'll get an anti-inflammatory injection and wake up soon."
He turned around and his gaze fell on Gu Ze.
Jiang Chengyu was still holding Gu Ze tightly, and the place where their fingertips touched seemed to hold a silent understanding.
Mu Xiaoji picked up a tissue and wiped the sweat from her forehead, then suddenly flashed a bright, sunny smile:
"Little monster, I'll be very careful. You can rest assured and leave Gu Ze to me!"
Gu Ze pursed his lips, said nothing, and simply looked away.
Jiang Chengyu gently laid the person down, then gripped Gu Ze's hand and said, "Xiao Ji is very professional, trust me."
Gu Ze closed his eyes, nodded gently, and tightened his grip slightly.
Mu Xiaoji crouched down and carefully examined Gu Ze's ribs, her fingertips avoiding the bruises:
"Fortunately, it's just a fracture, not a misalignment. Although the force was great, it didn't damage any vital organs. It should recover after a few days of rest."
He got up, took out anti-inflammatory medicine from the medicine box, skillfully drew up the injection, and injected it into Feng Tao and Gu Ze's arms respectively.
After administering the last injection, he removed the needle and pressed a cotton swab against the puncture site: "All done."
He then turned to Andy Coles and politely asked, "Mr. Andy Coles, if there's nothing else, may I leave?"
“Xiao Ji…” Jiang Chengyu stood up, wanting to say something, but seemed to be choked by something.
Andy Coles smiled as he looked at the complex emotions in Jiang Chengyu's eyes:
"Oh! Darling, your lover wants you to stay. The room here is spacious; you don't need to go back to the dressing room, there's nothing there, is there?"
Mu Xiaoji's gaze swept past Jiang Chengyu and finally landed on Gu Ze, whose eyes were closed.
He smiled and shook his head: "It's alright. You have wounded people here, and my presence would disturb their rest."
Gu Ze's fingers tugged almost imperceptibly at Jiang Chengyu's trouser leg, but he kept his eyes closed and remained silent.
Jiang Chengyu looked down at Gu Ze, then at Mu Xiaoji, a hint of embarrassment on his face.
Andy Colles shrugged and made a "whatever" gesture: "Okay, honey;"
You're free to do as you please. If you don't mind, come over for dinner; I'd love to have a drink with you.
"Thank you, Mr. Andy Coles." Mu Xiaoji nodded slightly. "I apologize for disturbing you." With that, he turned and walked towards the door.
Jiang Chengyu stood there, watching his limping figure disappear behind the door, and suddenly felt a void in his heart, an indescribable sense of unease.