bookcurios Chapter 1129 Escape
Chapter 1129 Escape
Gui'er then felt a sharp pain coming from her palm. She opened her hands and saw that her palms and fingers were cut in several places. Just now, in order to fight back, she picked up those glass shards to stab those people, and her own hands were also cut by the sharp glass. They were still bleeding. No wonder her palms felt wet. It was blood.
"Where am I?" she asked, still shaken. She couldn't care less about her injured hand now. She felt like those people were targeting her, and it would be terrible if they found her.
"I don't know where it is. I've never been to this area before. I was just trying to shake off those people, and I felt like they were coming for us." Acheng bent down to check the car and found that one of the tires had been punctured by the group. Luckily, nothing had happened on the way here.
"Damn it, who is it? How dare they mess with us? If I find out, I won't let them get away with it," A-Cheng said fiercely.
"Let's figure out how to get home first. Is this car still drivable?" Gui'er asked.
"I'm afraid that won't work. One tire is punctured, and the car is already in such a bad state that it will be too conspicuous on the road."
At this moment, passersby saw them and began to look in their direction out of curiosity.
"Miss, let's run first. We'll have someone come and handle the car later." Ah Cheng quickly pulled Gui'er forward. Seeing a small alley, he observed the terrain for a moment and said, "Let's go this way."
The two walked in a panic, carefully observing their way back. When they passed a secondhand clothing shop, Acheng stopped and said to Gui'er, "Miss, since those people are after us, we need to change our clothes so they won't recognize us on the way."
Gui'er thought it made sense, so the two of them went to the secondhand clothing shop and each chose a set of clothes.
Acheng chose a wrinkled, half-new old suit, and Gui'er also chose an old dress.
Acheng glanced at it, grabbed it, and picked out a nearly new silk cheongsam from a pile of clothes, saying, "Miss, wear this. Although the clothes are a bit old-fashioned, the material is good, and you are delicate. Wearing those with bad material will hurt your skin."
Gui'er laughed and said, "What time is it? Why worry about these things? Besides, these old clothes are cheap, so it's not a pity to throw them away later."
Acheng said, "When we left Jiangcheng, the Second Young Master told me to take good care of you. The Second Young Master has been very kind to me, so I can't let you suffer any grievances. As soon as we get home, I will go out and find out who these people are. I will never let them get away with it."
Gui'er nodded, but she felt something was off. She had never made any enemies in Hong Kong. Acheng usually worked at the pawnshop or drove her to and from school. He had a simple social life and couldn't possibly have any enemies. On the other hand, Wu Mingqiang was a gangster, so it was normal for him to have enemies. But Wu Mingqiang wasn't in the car today. Could it be a mistake?
The two changed their clothes and washed their faces with water at a secondhand clothing shop, barely managing to conceal their disheveled state. Acheng protected Gui'er behind him, deliberately choosing narrow alleys, winding their way for nearly an hour before finally arriving at a place Acheng was familiar with.
Acheng breathed a slight sigh of relief, then cautiously looked around to make sure no one was following them before finding a rickshaw for Gui'er to ride in, and heading towards the villa.
"Almost there." Acheng breathed a sigh of relief, his voice tinged with exhaustion. Gui'er's palms were still bleeding, the sleeves of her silk cheongsam rubbing against the wounds, causing her to break out in a cold sweat, but she gritted her teeth and remained silent.
When they arrived at the villa, Liu Jin was taken aback to see that they had returned in a rickshaw. He then hurriedly opened the door: "Miss! Brother Cheng! What happened? Where is our car?"
Acheng didn't want to say much, so he waved for the rickshaw driver to leave and then helped Gui'er into the courtyard.
Upon entering the hall, Dingxiang was carrying a tray towards the kitchen. Seeing the blood on Gui'er's hands and the exhaustion on Acheng's face, she knew something must have happened. The tray in her hands crashed to the ground, shattering dishes everywhere. "Good heavens! What happened?"
She rushed over, grabbed Gui'er's hand, and pulled her into the house: "Quick! I'll go get the medicine box!"
Wu Mingqiang came out of the study upon hearing the noise. His previously calm expression instantly darkened when he saw Gui'er's bleeding hand and Acheng's bruises on his face. "What happened?" he asked, his voice filled with suppressed anger, his gaze sweeping over the old clothes on the two of them like a knife.
Ah Cheng, panting, briefly recounted what had happened. When he got to the part about the group attacking them with weapons, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked: "Brother Qiang, they were definitely coming for us! If I hadn't brought a gun, the consequences would have been unimaginable!"
Gui'er sat on the sofa, looking at her half-bandaged hand, and said softly, "I have a feeling that something is wrong. It seems like they came for me. The knife and the wooden stick were specifically aimed at stabbing me."
Wu Mingqiang's face was completely drained of color, and the chill emanating from him seemed to freeze the air. He whirled around, grabbed the phone on the table, his fingers turning white from the force, and dialed a number. His voice was as cold as ice: "Tell the brothers to bring their weapons and come to the villa right now. Seven or eight strong men, armed! Guard the front and back gates of the villa. Don't let a single fly in!"
Within fifteen minutes, the sound of orderly footsteps echoed in the courtyard. Seven or eight burly men dressed in shorts stood in the courtyard, each with a straight back, a gun at their waist, and eyes as sharp as eagles.
Dingxiang had just finished bandaging Gui'er's wound when she turned to treat Acheng's abrasion on his forehead, muttering to herself, "Why is this world so unsettling... If the Second Young Master were here, he certainly wouldn't let you suffer like this..."
Wu Mingqiang didn't reply. He took his coat off the wall and put it on, then tucked a gun into his waistband. He said to Acheng, "Keep an eye on the house. I'm going to investigate."
"Brother Qiang, I'll go with you!" Acheng stood up.
"Stay here." Wu Mingqiang's tone left no room for doubt. "This place needs someone to guard it more." He glanced at Gui'er, his eyes swirling with guilt and ruthlessness. "I'll be right back. Lock the doors and windows, and don't open them for anyone."
After saying that, he turned and left with his two trusted confidants. His leather shoes made a dull sound on the stone slabs, as if striking everyone's heart.
Gui'er watched his retreating figure disappear through the doorway, the wound on her palm throbbing again. She suddenly remembered Wu Mingqiang saying that morning that "something had happened at Longxing." Could these two things be related?
In the courtyard, the thugs were already in position, guns pointed at the walls and alleyway, and a tense atmosphere filled the air. Dingxiang brought Gui'er a cup of hot tea, her hands still trembling: "Miss, don't be afraid. With Brother Qiang here, we'll definitely find out who did it."
Gui'er held the teacup, her fingertips icy cold. She knew this was no simple act of revenge; the group's eyes held undisguised malice, like venomous snakes eyeing their seemingly peaceful corner. And the storms of this chaotic world were likely about to sweep into this courtyard.