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Without the slightest hesitation, and with the conviction that he was certain to die, he fearlessly charged into the crowd, instantly unleashing a breathtaking battle.
His figure moved like a ghost through the chaotic crowd. Wherever his fists and feet struck, a flash of cold light appeared, and enemies fell with screams, their blood quickly spreading across the deck.
Immediately afterwards, Wei Wuji and Xu Changfeng exchanged glances, understood each other, and with light touches of their toes, like two black lightning bolts, they followed closely behind, nimbly leaping onto the ship's side and landing steadily on the deck.
As soon as they boarded the ship, they quickly drew their sharp blades from their waists. The blades flashed coldly and cut through the air with a sharp whistling sound.
Wei Wuji moved like a ghost, his long sword flashing with power, and wherever the blade touched, enemies screamed and fell to the ground; Xu Changfeng, on the other hand, wielded two guns, his movements agile, shooting with both hands, each shot hitting the target accurately.
The two quickly joined Liang Feixing, and the three of them formed a battle formation back to back, like an impregnable wall, resisting the enemies surging in from all directions.
In an instant, shouts of battle, the clash of weapons, and the whistling of bullets mingled together on the ship, creating a deafening roar.
Bullets rained down, sparks flying across the deck; blood gushed out, flowing through the cracks in the deck and turning the once clean deck a glaring crimson.
The two sides clashed in close combat, engaging in a thrilling and desperate battle. The intensity of the fight continued to escalate, reaching a fever pitch and a stalemate where every second was fraught with life-or-death danger.
However, the fierce battle soon subsided.
The smoke of battle, like the twilight, slowly dissipated, revealing a devastated and horrific battlefield.
Those left below were anxious and could only wait helplessly.
Their gazes, as if drawn by a magnet, were firmly fixed on the pleasure boat, their eyes filled with undisguised worry.
Everyone silently prayed in their hearts, hoping that the brave warriors who were about to board the ship could overcome all obstacles, successfully board the flower boat, and complete this arduous mission.
Just then, the weather suddenly changed, and the once calm sea surface was suddenly filled with raging waves.
Covered in blood, Wei Wuji rushed onto the plank like a gust of wind carrying a foul stench.
His once crisp shirt was now completely soaked in blood, clinging stickily to his body and outlining his battered physique.
His face was also covered in bloodstains, dried blood mixed with sweat, smeared on his eyebrows and cheeks, making him look extremely disheveled.
He staggered forward, shouting incessantly, his voice distorted and hoarse with anxiety and exhaustion, sounding as harsh as sandpaper.
Standing at a distance, He Yuzhu could vaguely make out, amidst the howling sea wind and crashing waves, that the other person seemed to be shouting "I need an ambulance!"
The voice, like a heavy hammer piercing through layers of gloom, struck everyone's hearts with undeniable urgency, moving all present and causing their hearts to leap into their throats.
Upon hearing this, Lin Wanting, who was standing nearby, trembled violently, and the coffee cup in her hand fell to the ground with a "clatter," scattering shards of porcelain everywhere.
Her eyes went vacant, and she seemed to have lost all her strength and support, falling straight backward to the ground.
Her eyes were filled with terror and worry, like a lone boat in a storm. Her body trembled violently, and her teeth began to chatter.
He Yuzhu was also taken aback when he saw this, and the documents in his hand scattered all over the ground.
He couldn't help but wonder to himself: Could it be that one of the three of them was unfortunately shot and injured?
Judging from Lin Wanting's reaction, the situation seems extremely serious.
Or was it a surprise attack by the enemy? This is in the bustling Central district, who would dare to do such a thing?
Thinking of this, his brows furrowed tightly, his forehead instantly covered with fine beads of sweat, and his face was full of worry.
The group steered the yacht at breakneck speed toward the flower boat like an arrow released from a bow.
The yacht cut through the waves, stirring up layers of white spray, like silk being sliced by a sharp blade.
Before they even got close, from afar, everyone could see Liang Feixing looking hurried, his forehead covered in fine beads of sweat, his expression panicked, his steps so unsteady they were almost staggering, as he carried someone off the flower boat.
His steps were hurried, each step as if he were racing against time, his face full of anxiety, and his brows furrowed into a deep "川" character.
As they got a little closer, everyone finally saw the face of the person Liang Feixing was holding tightly in his arms—it was Xu Changfeng!
At this moment, Xu Changfeng's face was as pale as paper, devoid of any color, his lips were cracked and white, and his eyes were tightly closed, as if he had fallen into an endless abyss of darkness, his fate unknown.
He had two gruesome wounds, one on his shoulder and one on his abdomen, from which blood gushed out like a burst dam, quickly staining his clothes. In the sea breeze, the crimson bloodstains looked even more shocking.
Liang Feixing ran like the wind, his hurried footsteps kicking up clouds of dust.
His expression was panicked, large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, and he rushed closer while shouting in a hoarse voice at breakneck speed: "Something terrible has happened in the pleasure boat! Everyone inside has been brutally murdered! Quick, get us to the hospital! My junior brother Xu Changfeng has been shot twice and is in critical condition!"
His voice trembled slightly with anxiety and grief, carrying a hint of despair.
Upon hearing this, Lin Wanting, who had just struggled to her feet and was already extremely weak, felt as if she had been struck by lightning.
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Her gaze searched frantically through the crowd, finally landing directly on Xu Changfeng.
When she saw the horrifying, chapped wound and the blood gushing out, staining the ground crimson, she felt a sudden dizziness and her mind went blank.
Her body swayed uncontrollably for a few moments, a weak whimper escaped her throat, and she collapsed to the ground, lifeless, lying on the cold floor.
Seeing Liang Feixing hesitating on the other boat, He Yuzhu sighed helplessly, waved his hand vigorously at him, and shouted, "Feixing, come here quickly and get on my boat!"
Liang Feixing was slightly taken aback, but then understood and quickly directed the crew to adjust their course and move closer to He Yuzhu's ship.
At the same time, Wei Wuji and He Hongshen also noticed He Yuzhu's intention from behind. They decisively turned the rudder, turned the bow around, and rowed vigorously, splashing water as they closely followed He Yuzhu's boat.
Several ships cut through the waves, the sea breeze howling and the sails rustling loudly.
Before long, the outline of the dock came into view. The ship slowly approached and docked steadily at the dock. The group finally stepped onto solid land.
After getting ashore, they hurriedly transferred to a car that was already waiting there.
These drivers are all native locals who have lived most of their lives in this maze-like area of streets and alleys.
They knew the surrounding roads like the back of their hand, and could describe the twists and turns of every alleyway with their eyes closed, so naturally they knew exactly where the nearest hospital was.
The drivers stepped on the gas, the car engines roared, and the cars sped off towards the hospital like wild horses.
The wheels screeched against the ground, kicking up clouds of dust and leaving only a blurry silhouette behind them. In this tense and chaotic situation, they raced toward the place that held the hope of survival.
Sitting in the back seat of the car, He Yuzhu leaned forward slightly, his brows furrowed into a deep frown, his face showing a solemn expression like a dark cloud.
His eyes were as deep as a hawk's, and deep within them, his thoughts raced like wild horses.
Just now, when Xu Changfeng's slightly disheveled figure came into view, He Yuzhu, relying on the keen intuition honed in the bloody battles of the martial world, accurately pinpointed the location of Xu Changfeng's gunshot wound with just a quick glance—it was his heart!
This discovery struck him like a heavy blow to the heart.
At this moment, Xu Changfeng's face was ashen, and he was completely lifeless. The pulse in his neck, which should have been beating strongly, had stopped. He was like a puppet whose life had been taken away, devoid of any vitality.
However, looking around, the atmosphere inside the car was tense, and everyone's nerves were as taut as a string about to snap. The slightest mistake could trigger unpredictable chaos.
He Yuzhu clenched his teeth, his cheeks puffing out slightly from the effort, forcefully suppressing the shock and grief surging in his heart, not letting a single word escape his lips.
When Liang Feixing rushed to the hospital in a panic, an ominous premonition, like dark clouds looming overhead, instantly enveloped his heart with overwhelming force.
His eyes were wide open and bloodshot, like two burning flames, as he searched anxiously through the hospital corridor.
Upon catching sight of his junior brother Xu Changfeng lying on the stretcher, his body jolted violently, as if his heart had been gripped tightly by an invisible hand.
He rushed forward and hugged Xu Changfeng tightly, as if trying to merge his junior brother into his own body, attempting to use his burning embrace to preserve the last vestige of life that was about to disappear in the river of time.
However, his trembling hands clearly felt that his once vibrant and warm body was gradually growing cold at a chilling speed.
The chill, like a cold, venomous snake, spread rapidly from his fingertips to the deepest part of his heart, making his soul tremble.
His mind went blank, filled only with disbelief and endless panic, as if he were in a dark abyss, unable to find a glimmer of light.
His steps were unsteady, like a leaf swaying in a storm, yet he rushed toward the emergency room at top speed.
At that moment, time seemed to freeze, and all the sounds around him were blocked out by an invisible barrier. The whole world seemed to consist only of his rapid and heavy breathing and his heartbeat, which pounded like a war drum and was about to burst out of his chest.
However, the harshness of reality far exceeded our imagination.
Several renowned and experienced doctors rushed to the scene from all corners of the country as soon as they received the emergency notification.
They were dressed in neat, crisp white lab coats, walking hurriedly, not even having time to tidy their wind-blown hair.
The various medical instruments in their hands collided with each other, producing a series of crisp yet heart-wrenching sounds.
Upon entering the ward, the doctors quickly gathered around Xu Changfeng's bedside, their eyes filled with focus and urgency.
They carried out the rescue work in an orderly manner, with the defibrillator repeatedly releasing current in an attempt to revive the heart that was about to stop beating; the syringe was frequently inserted and withdrawn, injecting doses of hopeful drugs.
Time ticked by, and a tense atmosphere filled the entire ward.
The doctors' foreheads were covered in beads of sweat, which slid down their cheeks and soaked their white coats.
After a series of desperate and urgent rescue efforts, the doctors gradually slowed down, their eyes filled with helplessness and despair.
Finally, one of the older doctors slowly shook his head and, in an extremely sorrowful and hoarse voice, announced to everyone present the devastating news that struck like a bolt from the blue—Xu Changfeng was dead.
This devastating news struck like a bolt from the blue, exploding instantly among the crowd.
Upon hearing the news, Wei Wuji's eyes widened suddenly, his eyes instantly reddened, and tears streamed down his face uncontrollably like a burst dam.
His lips trembled violently, his throat felt like it was choked by something, he wanted to say something but couldn't utter a single word, his heart simply unable to accept this cruel reality.
Xu Changfeng, the brother who fought alongside him in countless difficult missions, sharing life and death, and who was like a brother to him, has suddenly left us.
Images of them navigating through gunfire and surviving desperate situations flashed through his mind like a revolving lantern, each scene like a sharp knife piercing his heart.
Liang Feixing felt as if his heart had been pierced by a thousand arrows. A sharp pain struck him, and his legs went weak. He collapsed to the ground with a thud.
Then, a heart-wrenching wail erupted from deep within his chest, a cry so shrill and desperate, like the mournful cry of a wounded beast, echoing throughout the entire emergency room.
This heart-wrenching voice, filled with his deep reluctance to part with Xu Changfeng and endless pain, seemed to be venting all the sorrow in his heart without reservation, making everyone who heard it feel heartbroken and unable to help but shed tears.
Meanwhile, Lin Wanting slowly woke up halfway through the journey.