Chapter 1361
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It took only eight minutes for Huo Yanqing to appear in the westernmost room on the second floor. The man behind him chased after him, but he kicked him away. He Jingxing coldly stopped another man who rushed over. "A bunch of trash. So many of you can't even stop one person, and you still have the nerve to chase after me?"
The men clenched their fists, but they didn't dare to do it again.
"Get out!" He Jingxing ordered, and the men behind Huo Yanqing all retreated.
Shuxin looked at Huo Yanqing, and tears instantly flowed out of her eyes. There were several bruises on his face, and there was a wound on his cheekbone, which seemed to have been cut by a knife. Blood trickled down his chiseled face, leaving a dark red bloodstain. Shuxin felt as if he had cut her heart with a knife, making her heart throb with pain.
On such a cold day, he only wore a shirt and a suit, but his forehead was covered with sweat.
His clothes were torn in several places, and his hair was messy, but Shuxin felt that Huo Yanqing was especially handsome at this time. It was the kind of handsome that was full of masculinity, and the kind of handsome that showed the tenacious willpower of a soldier.
This scene was engraved in Shuxin's bones. After many years, every time she thought of this scene, Shuxin's heart would palpitate, and she could feel her almost fanatical and paranoid love for this man.
"Xin 'er, don't cry. I'm fine." Huo Yanqing comforted Shuxin.
Shuxin nodded, but her tears seemed to flow even more fiercely.
He Jingxing stood behind Shuxin, one hand on Shui Xin's shoulder, and the other holding a small pistol, gently tapping the muzzle of the gun on Shuxin's other shoulder. "You're faster than I thought. No wonder you were the person who made many terrorist organizations tremble in fear. But no matter how powerful you are, you still fall into my hands today."
Huo Yanqing took a few steps closer to the room.
"Stand there and don't move." He Jingxing raised his hand and pointed the gun at Shuxin's temple, but his words were directed at Huo Yanqing.
Huo Yanqing immediately stopped in his tracks. "Just tell me how you want to play. I'll accompany you to the end."
He Jingxing saw that Huo Yanqing was still so calm at this time, and he couldn't help but feel angry. His eyes were clouded with a haze in an instant. "Remove your own hands."
"No!" Shuxin shook her head.
"Now, right now, right now." He Jingxing reloaded the gun as if he was going to shoot in the next second.
Huo Yanqing held his left wrist with his right hand and exerted some force. The sound of bones dislocating could be heard in the air. His thin lips were pursed tightly and there was no expression on his face. It was as if the arm he had just dislocated wasn't his own.
"No!" Shuxin screamed and began to struggle violently on the chair. She was not afraid even when the cold muzzle was pointed at her head.
He Jingxing had a cruel and excited smile on his face. "Very good, your other hand."
Huo Yanqing let go of his left hand, and it hung limply by his side. He looked at He Jingxing with a deep gaze. "Can you do me a favor?"
His tone was casual, as if he really wanted He Jingxing to help him with something, and not something as cruel as dislocating his arm.
His left hand had been dislocated, and he was indeed unable to dislocate his right hand.
He Jingxing sized up Huo Yanqing for a moment. Huo Yanqing didn't have any weapons on him, and his left hand was also dislocated. He guessed that Huo Yanqing wouldn't be able to play any tricks. "Come here."
Huo Yanqing walked closer to Shuxin, his gaze fixed on her tear-stained face. "Don't worry, I'm fine. Trust me, I won't let anything happen to you."
Shuxin nodded, but she was already choked with sobs and couldn't speak. She could only say in her heart, I believe you. I'll believe whatever you say.
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