C13 (2/2)

This was the first time Ling Feng saw Xu Ying in a new light. Even if it was a scene where a few male police officers didn't have the courage to charge up, Xu Jingying fearlessly charged into the middle of the murderous crowd.

Ling Feng knew that it would be difficult to control the situation with just the sound of the gun, so he quickly ran out of the coffee shop.

As expected, the gunshots caused the two groups of people to be stunned for a few seconds. However, when they realized that there were only two policemen rushing forward, they no longer had any scruples.

”Don't come over. If you come over again, I'm going to shoot.” Xu Jingying roared.

However, there was no sound of gunfire, but those hoodlums with knives had already rushed over.

Although the police of the China were equipped with guns, they could not shoot as they pleased. Under such a situation, even if another country wanted to, they would have already killed them on the spot, but not in the China.

Right now, the two of them were in a very dangerous situation. It was no longer a matter of whether they could control the situation or not. It was a question of how to protect their guns from being snatched away by the hoodlums in front of them.

At this moment, a policeman beside him fell to the ground. His head was hit by a steel pipe, and blood had already flowed down from his forehead.

At this moment, Xu Jingying was fighting another hoodlum and didn't even notice the other person's sneak attack.

There was a flash of blade light, then Ling's figure suddenly rushed over and pushed Xu Jingying away. His body twisted, although his upper body dodged, a deep wound still appeared on his thigh.

”Puchi!”

Blood flowed down along his thigh, but Ling Feng did not mind it at all. With a flip of his wrist, he grabbed the blade from the burly man's hand and pressed it against the man's throat.

”Don't move, or I'll kill him.”

The surroundings were completely silent. On Ling Feng's body, an ice-cold killing intent was emitted, in front of the ice-cold killing intent, the delinquents' hearts trembled, and the tall and sturdy man's entire body shivered.

During the eight years of the Flame Dragon's mercenaries, countless of enemies had died under Ling Feng's hands. The killing intent that he was emitting was not something these street fighting delinquents could withstand, thus, all of those lackeys were instantly suppressed by Ling Feng's imposing aura until they stood dumbstruck on the spot and did not dare to make another move.

Not long after, waves of sirens rang out, and the explosion-proof police, especially the special police, arrived at the scene and quickly controlled this group of hoodlums.

”Ling Feng.” Xu Jingying quickly helped Ling Feng up, his eyes were filled with gratitude. Ling Feng had blocked the blade for his, if not for Ling Feng, he would have been killed on the spot.

Ling Feng's body softened and fell into Xu Jingying's arms. Of course, it was not because he was heavily injured, but these small injuries were nothing in Ling Feng's eyes.

Lying in Xu Jingying's arms, fragrant and soft, how could Ling Feng let go of such an opportunity.

The policeman and Ling Feng got into the ambulance. Even Ling Feng himself did not expect that the Black Dragon, which frightened the mercenaries, would be injured by a little hoodlum. This was too embarrassing.

Not far away, in a BMW car, a young man looked coldly at Ling Feng, who was helped up the ambulance by Xu Jingying, and threw the cigarette in his hand onto the ground.

”Damned guy. You've ruined my good fortune. Sooner or later, I'll make you pay the price.”

Accompanied by the sound of a motor, the BMW left in a cloud of dust. In an instant, all that could be seen was a tail light.

As for Ling Feng, there were six stitches on the root of his thigh, he needed to be hospitalized and recuperated from his injuries.

Through this matter, Xu Jingying's opinion of Ling Feng changed by 180 degrees, he peeled apples and poured water, then accompanied Ling Feng to leave the hospital very late.

After sending Xu Ying Jing off, Ling Feng slowly walked out of the ward with his hands against the wall. He hid in the corridor of the hospital and lit up a cigarette.

In the dark corridor, Ling Feng leaned on the window and looked at the bright lights outside, lost in thought.

Although Liu Ru used some of her connections in the China, she still didn't have a clue as to where the girl was. She often suspected that it was just a dream, but why was the dream so real?

That day, he snatched Xu Ying Jing's phone away, wanting to find some clues about Xu Jing's background. But Ling Feng found out that this Xu Jing Ying's background was actually the same as his, like a mystery.

Under the moonlight by the window, the cigarette in Ling Feng's hand flickered, the faint outline of his angular face could be seen, his deep eyes looking out the window, his gaze carrying a hint of sadness.

”Hey, Ling Feng, the hospital doesn't allow smoking, don't you know?”

At this moment, the door to the corridor was pushed open, and a young girl wearing a white nurse's uniform walked over.

Ling Feng could not help but be startled, his gaze falling upon the nurse who was slowly walking over. The girl was dressed in a white gown with her shoulder-length hair tied behind her head.