C71 (1/2)

In an instant, the yellow-hair lay on the sofa like a pile of mud, half of the broken bottle sticking out of his body. Fresh blood flowed continuously from his body, making him look extremely shocking.

Compared to the large amount of blood, what must have been even more severe was the heart-piercing pain.

Although the yellow-hair had been hiding in the underworld all year round, he was after all just an ordinary person. His flesh and blood body was not worth mentioning. No matter how hard he clenched his teeth, he was still unable to ignore this kind of fatal pain.

Zhang Zijun looked at the yellow-haired man who was lying in front of him. Sweat trickled down his forehead as he panted heavily.

The yellow-hair's face was extremely hideous. As he laid on the ground, his hands tightly gripped the sofa, and he was in so much pain that he wanted to cry but had no tears.

The yellow-haired man and his companions who stood at the side all had the intention of flying forward and crippling Zhang Zijun, but everyone, including the buzz cut man, knew very well that to act rashly at this moment was actually the most dangerous.

The reason was because the broken half of the wine bottle was now stuck firmly on the yellow-hair's body. If Zhang Zijun used a bit of force with his hands, the broken half of the wine bottle would sink even deeper into the yellow-hair's body. At that moment, the yellow-hair would truly be crippled.

Zhang Zijun turned around to look at the terrified He Lu, and the miserable cries of the yellow hair kept ringing in his ears, one after another. The most important thing was that he had to leave this place, he did not care about anything else, and grabbed He Lu up from the sofa, pulling her by the hand and running away.

Seeing that Zhang Zijun had walked far away, the yellow-hair's accomplices immediately swarmed over and looked at the injuries on his body. The situation was very tricky. The yellow-hair's accomplices saw that the half-empty bottle was stuck too deep. If they were to pull it out just like that, the yellow-hair would definitely spit out a large mouthful of blood and pass out.

If this half of the bottle was not pulled out, it would be too much of a torment. Everyone was scared out of their wits and stood around the yellow-hair in a state of chaos.

At the same time, Zhang Zijun brought He Lu to the entrance of the recording hall. The door was already within reach, he gritted his teeth and quickly turned to look at yellow-hair and the others. Without much time to think, he pulled He Lu with his left hand and Sun Liman with his right, and the two of them ran out.

It was already afternoon, and the faint yellow light from the sun dyed the horizon. Everywhere he looked, it was a desolate scene, and within that desolate scene, there was also a sense of tranquility.

As he sprinted, his body brought about a cool breeze. The air in the late summer and early autumn was already slightly cold. Furthermore, the sun was setting in the west again. As he dashed forward, his body couldn't help but shiver.

The reason why the three of them did not run in the direction of the city after exiting the Video Hall was very simple. It was because Zhang Zijun was very clear that yellow-hair had accidentally crippled him in the Video Hall today.

His own strength was already extremely limited, and he had to take care of the two girls. Even if he returned to the city very quickly, he would still be hit by the yellow-hair's accomplices.

It could be said that returning to the city now was equivalent to sending a sheep into a tiger's den.

Even though Zhang Zijun was only a high school graduate, his wisdom had obviously surpassed many people his age.