nucmednet Chapter 721 Master Arrives
Chapter 721 Master Arrives
Waide had a cold expression on his face, and his eyes revealed a fierce look, as if Teng Zijing in front of him was his sworn enemy.
He gripped the club tightly with both hands, swinging it like a sharp blade, aiming at Teng Zijing's vital points with every move.
Every time the club is swung, it creates a whirring sound in the wind, which shows how powerful it is.
Teng Zijing was like an agile cheetah, dodging Waide's attacks nimbly.
His figure kept moving back and forth between Waide's attacks, looking for opportunities to counterattack.
Finally, taking advantage of Waide's negligence, Teng Zijing seized the opportunity and kicked up the Zhuangzi on the ground marked with different levels or amateur positions.
This Zhuangzi seemed to be endowed with power and instantly flew towards Waide's face.
Waide was unable to dodge and Zhuangzi hit him hard on the face. He fell backwards and landed on his back.
The golf club that he was holding tightly in his hand also slipped out of his hand and slid into the water beside him with a "splash", splashing water.
Perhaps everyone was well aware of Waide's strength and thought that it would be enough to tie up Deng Zhouyi and let Waide deal with Teng Zijing alone, so they focused their target on Deng Zhouyi.
During the fierce fight, a man in sunglasses suffered a great loss from Deng Zhouyi's fierce fist. He was bleeding from his mouth and nose and crawled up from the ground in embarrassment.
A cold and murderous light flashed in his eyes, and while no one was paying attention, he secretly took out a dagger from his waist.
The dagger flashed coldly in the sunlight, like a poisonous snake hiding in the darkness.
He held the dagger tightly, moved quickly and lightly, and rushed towards Deng Zhouyi with a cold look, obviously intending to launch a surprise attack on Deng Zhouyi.
Teng Zijing was keenly aware of the danger and was terrified. He shouted without hesitation, "Deng, be careful!"
While shouting, he jumped towards Deng Zhouyi without thinking and used his body to block Deng Zhouyi behind him.
However, because the distance was too close and the opponent was too fast, Teng Zijing was unable to dodge and the sharp dagger pierced straight into his abdomen.
At the moment the dagger was about to penetrate, Teng Zijing, with his strong will and instinctive reaction, reached out and grasped the dagger tightly, preventing the dagger from penetrating deeper.
When Deng Zhouyi heard Teng Zijing's cry and turned around to see this scene, he felt a sharp pain in his heart and his face turned pale with nervousness.
He hugged Teng Zijing tightly, as if he wanted to merge Teng Zijing into his body to protect him from further harm.
Then, he raised his leg and used all his strength to kick the man in sunglasses who was committing the crime.
This kick was filled with endless anger and power, directly kicking the man several meters away, and he hit the obstacle beside him heavily, making a dull sound.
Deng Zhouyi was extremely anxious and shouted nervously, "Master Jing, how are you?"
Teng Zijing endured the severe pain in his abdomen, holding his hand tightly against his abdomen where blood was constantly gurgling.
Blood oozed from between his fingers, staining his clothes red. He gritted his teeth and said with difficulty, "I'm fine, let's run."
After saying that, Deng Zhouyi became extremely anxious. In a panic, he picked up a chair and threw it hard at the men in sunglasses.
Taking advantage of the time when the men in sunglasses dodged, he quickly helped Teng Zijing up, and the two of them fled desperately towards the crowded area outside the stadium.
The two of them were in a panic, running for their lives through the streets and alleys of the city, like two trapped beasts being chased by wild beasts.
They didn't know how long they had been running. Their legs felt as heavy as if they were filled with lead, and their breathing became more and more rapid. Every breath felt like tearing their heart and lungs.
Behind them, the men in sunglasses were chasing them like ghosts. The sound of their footsteps and shouts intertwined together, like a sharp blade hanging high in the air, threatening their lives at all times.
They shuttled between the bustling streets and narrow alleys, and the shops and pedestrians on the street were just blurry lights and shadows in their eyes.
The streets were bustling with traffic and pedestrians coming and going, but the hustle and bustle at the moment had nothing to do with them. They had only one thought in their minds - to survive and escape the pursuit behind them.
As luck would have it, at this time An Yu and Yu Fei had reached an agreement with a speedboat owner to rent the speedboat, preparing to go out to sea to watch whales and dolphins and enjoy this rare leisure time.
Yu Fei carefully escorted An Yu onto the boat. Seeing the boat swaying slightly with the waves, and An Yu's figure looking particularly fragile in the sunlight, he softly comforted her:
"Sister An Yu, please sit on the boat first. I'll go to the shore to get some food and water. I'll be back soon." After saying that, she turned around and hurried ashore.
An Yi looked at the swaying and unstable boat, and a trace of worry welled up in her heart. She couldn't help but shout to Yu Fei on the shore: "Xiao Fei, be careful."
Her voice was filled with concern, like a spring breeze, gently brushing through Yu Fei's heart.
"Sister An Yu, I'm fine." Yu Fei was carrying various supplies in large and small bags in his hands and walking towards the boat with steady steps.
His figure appeared particularly tall in the sunlight, giving people an inexplicable sense of security.
Seeing this, An Yu subconsciously reached out to take it, wanting to help Yu Fei share some of the weight.
Yu Fei hurriedly said, "Sister, sit back down. I don't need you to worry about me."
His tone was firm and warm, as if conveying an unquestionable determination to An Yi.
Then, Yu Fei looked at the boat driver, a middle-aged man wearing a faded dark blue fisherman's hat. A few strands of black hair peeked out from under the brim, making him look particularly energetic.
A face weathered by the sea breeze and sunshine is full of traces of time. His deep eyes reveal competence and calmness, and his eyes also carry the open-mindedness accumulated from a long life at sea.
He was wearing a slightly faded linen short-sleeved shirt with his sleeves casually rolled up.
His forearms were strong and covered with bronze skin, with some light scars scattered on them, as if telling stories of the past.
The lower body is matched with a pair of loose khaki overalls, and the trouser legs are dotted with white sea salt.
Yu Fei said politely, "We can go now, old friend."
The speedboat driver looked back at Yu Fei with a hearty smile, his mouth corners slightly raised, revealing a row of white but slightly uneven teeth.
He raised his hand, made an OK gesture with his rough and calloused thumb and index finger, then turned around and skillfully started the speedboat.
The engine made a low roar, and the speedboat slowly left the shore. However, at this moment, Teng Zijing and Deng Zhouyi stumbled and fled here.
Waide and several of his men looked around the area, their eyes as sharp as hungry wolves, trying to find any trace of the two men.
However, the two people who were still visible just now disappeared without a trace as if they had evaporated from the face of the earth.
Just when everyone was extremely anxious, a younger brother accidentally saw a striking bloody handprint on the hood of a car during the search. The bright red bloodstain was particularly glaring in the sunlight.
The younger brother was delighted and looked in the direction of the bloodstains, and found that it extended towards the port.
He suddenly shouted excitedly, "Everyone, look! There are bloody handprints. They should be running towards the port over there."
When Waide heard this, a fierce look flashed in his eyes, and he shouted sternly: "Go after them quickly." The voice was like thunder, echoing in the air and scaring everyone.
Several people immediately dispersed and ran towards the port. Finally, someone with sharp eyes spotted the figures of Teng Zijing and Deng Zhouyi.
By this time, Teng Zijing's consciousness had begun to blur due to excessive blood loss, and his steps had become unsteady. He could no longer hold on and could only sit on an abandoned ship rock to catch his breath.
Seeing this, the man shouted excitedly, "They are there, catch them quickly." This shout was like a clarion call for attack, instantly filling the exhausted men in sunglasses with fighting spirit again.
Deng Zhouyi was furious when he heard the shouting and couldn't help cursing, "Damn it, it really is haunting you."
At this moment, Teng Zijing saw An Yi and his crew's speedboat slowly approaching, and a glimmer of hope flashed through his mind.
Although he was weak, his eyes were filled with determination, and he said decisively: "Jump..."
The two men struggled to hold on, stepped onto the stairs, and used their last bit of strength to jump, jumping into the boat as accurately as two arrows.
The sudden movement caused the ship, which was originally sailing smoothly, to shake violently.
Fortunately, the boat driver was very experienced. With years of experience at sea, he quickly stabilized the boat and avoided a possible danger.
Due to exhaustion, Teng Zijing fell headfirst into the boat and lay there motionless.
Deng Zhouyi was extremely anxious. He nervously helped Teng Zijing up and cried out in a sobbing voice, "Master Jing, Master Jing, wake up. You can't sleep."
He held Teng Zijing tightly in his arms, as if he wanted to use all his strength to firmly lock away the life force that was quietly fading away.
Yu Fei subconsciously protected An Yu. He turned to look at the two people who had suddenly appeared, and couldn't help but exclaimed in unison, "Teng Zijing?"
Teng Zijing's hands and abdomen were covered in blood. The bright red blood had seeped through his clothes and spread across the deck. The scene was horrifying.
An Yu was shocked when she saw this scene and asked nervously, "Why are you here? What's going on with him?"
Her eyes were full of worry and confusion, and looking at Teng Zijing's appearance, a trace of pity welled up in her heart.
Deng Zhouyi was so panicked at the moment that he had no time to explain. He just said anxiously: "I can't explain it to you in just a few words."
He continued to hold Teng Zijing and gently patted his cheek, trying to wake him up: "Master Jing, Master Jing, wake up quickly, don't scare me.
It doesn't matter if I die, but if you die, how can I explain to my uncle?" His voice trembled, and every word seemed to use up all his strength.
Teng Zijing closed his eyes and said weakly, "I'm fine, don't talk nonsense, neither of us can be in any trouble."
His voice was extremely weak, like a gossamer, and it seemed as if it would disappear into the air in the next second.
Deng Zhouyi became increasingly anxious upon seeing this. An idea struck him, and he encouraged him, "Master Jing, open your eyes and see who she is."
When Teng Zijing heard this, he seemed to use up all his strength to try to open his tired eyes.
When he saw Yu Fei tightly protecting An Yi, and An Yi looking at him with a terrified expression and complicated and innocent eyes, he felt mixed emotions.
He forced a faint smile and said, "I...I was outside the airport, and I must have seen you. Xiaoyu...I...all these years...I've been wanting to tell you...I'm sorry!"
After saying this, his eyelids could no longer hold up and he slowly closed his eyes, and his blood-stained hands slid weakly to the ground.
Deng Zhouyi saw this and shouted nervously, "Master Jing...Master Jing...what should we do? Send him to the hospital, quickly send him to the hospital. Master, please, take him to the hospital."
His eyes were full of despair and pleading, and he looked at the boatman as if he was grasping at the last straw.
Yu Fei was about to say that this was the boat they had rented and that the itinerary had changed, but An Yu stopped him and said,
"Master, come ashore and take him to the hospital." Her voice was soft but contained an unquestionable decisiveness.
When Deng Zhouyi heard An Yu's words, tears welled up in his eyes and he said gratefully:
"Thank you, Miss An. If Teng Zijing hadn't saved me, he wouldn't have become like this."
His heart was filled with gratitude towards An Yu, but he was also worried about Teng Zijing's injuries.