flstandardbreds Chapter 1056 Where's your prosthetic leg?
Chapter 1056 Where's your prosthetic leg?
When Andreas carried Jiang Chengyu to the entrance of the banquet hall, the fighting inside was in full swing.
Tables and chairs were overturned on the floor, and shards of porcelain mixed with blood were splattered everywhere.
Several guests were climbing up the gangway onto the yacht when their panicked cries were cut short by the gunfire.
Just as Bugat was about to squeeze through the door to find Mu Xiaoji, a figure suddenly flew out and crashed heavily onto him, knocking down a group of guests who were trying to escape.
The crowd scattered instantly like water being split open, and the screams grew even louder.
Jones stood protectively beside Andreas, pressing his earpiece and growling, "Who's in the banquet hall? Is Mu in there? Bring him out immediately!"
A hurried response came through the earpiece: "Mu has been rescued!"
Jones turned around abruptly, his voice tense: "Boss, Mu has been rescued. Could he already be on the yacht?"
In his panic, he didn't forget to look down at the yacht, trying to find Mu Xiaoji in the crowd.
Andreas glanced down at Jiang Chengyu, who was in a dazed state in his arms, his eyes resolute:
"He won't leave. Kate is his life; he would never abandon her. Pass the word down: search the entire ship immediately to find Mu!"
"Yes!" Jones nodded emphatically, about to give the order into his earpiece, when suddenly a kick came flying through the chaos and landed squarely on his shoulder.
He stumbled into the crowd, and another wave of screams and cries erupted.
Andreas reacted quickly, dodging Andy Coles's two consecutive kicks.
"Give Kate back to me!" Andy Coles' eyes widened in fury as he reached out and grabbed Jiang Chengyu's wrist.
In the struggle, Andreas shouted, "Let go!" and kicked the other man in the knee.
Andy Colles nimbly sidestepped, his fist slamming into Andreas's cheek with a powerful gust of wind.
Taking advantage of the moment he loosened his grip in pain, Andy Coles grabbed Jiang Chengyu by the waist, scooped him up, and rushed toward a side hatch.
"Damn it!" Andreas covered his numb cheek and chased after him, but the figure had already disappeared as soon as he rushed into the cabin.
The hum of mechanical operation reached my ears, and I discovered an elevator hidden in the corner, its indicator light rapidly rising.
Jones rushed in right after him: "Boss, where's Kate?"
Andreas slammed his fist into the elevator door, his voice fierce: "They've gone to the top floor, chase them!"
As the elevator doors opened on the top floor, Andy Coles bumped into Mu Xiaoji and Teng Zijing standing at the door of room 53.
Mu Xiaoji turned around when he heard the noise behind him, and his gaze instantly froze on the person in Andy Coles' arms.
"Little monster!"
He rushed to Andy Coles almost instantly and struck him hard in the chest with a palm strike.
Caught off guard, Andy Coles was sent flying by a single palm strike from Mu Xiaoji.
He slammed his back against the deck railing, barely managing to steady himself, with half of his body hanging almost outside the ship.
Mu Xiaoji didn't look at him again, and rushed into room 52 next door with Jiang Chengyu in her arms—the room they had booked long ago.
He gently placed him on the large bed, reached out to wipe away the grime left by the explosion from Jiang Chengyu's cheek, and said in a trembling voice, "Little monster... wake up, what happened to you?"
Jiang Chengyu slowly opened his eyes, his eyelashes still damp with sweat.
His head felt like it was going to explode, but the burning heat throughout his body showed no signs of abating. He stared at Mu Xiaoji's silhouette.
A muffled murmur escaped her throat: "Xiao Ji... I want..." As she spoke, her hand uncontrollably reached out to pull at Mu Xiao Ji's clothes.
"Little monster, have you been drugged?" Mu Xiaoji pressed his hand down, her heart clenching as she looked at the abnormal bloodshot in his eyes.
Mu Xiaoji was pulled so hard that he lost his balance and fell into the soft bed. He could clearly feel the burning heat emanating from the other person's body.
Jiang Chengyu's breath tickled his neck, carrying a dangerous aura, "Xiao Ji..."
Mu Xiaoji's heartbeat instantly became erratic. He could feel that the other person's consciousness was fading and their rationality was being gradually consumed by the effects of the drug.
Jiang Chengyu's hands began to tear at his shirt, while his other hand tightly encircled his waist, as if he wanted to meld him into his very bones.
"Little monster! Wake up!"
The other person's hot breath swept across his collarbone, carrying an uncontrolled aggression. The next second, a sharp pain came—Jiang Chengyu actually lowered his head and bit his neck.
"Ugh!" Mu Xiaoji winced in pain, but dared not push him away too hard, for fear of hurting the unconscious person.
He could feel Jiang Chengyu trembling; it was a struggle between restraint and loss of control. The force with which his teeth dug into his flesh was sometimes heavy and sometimes light, carrying a silent torment.
At that moment, Andy Coles had caught up to the door, and Teng Zijing raised his long leg and kicked him in the chest.
Andy Colliss sidestepped to block, and the two instantly became entangled in combat. The dull thud of their fists colliding demonstrated that their strengths were evenly matched.
"The drug deal in the woods three years ago was orchestrated by you, you living devil!"
Andy Coles roared as he parried the attack, his eyes filled with venom, "You're really tough, you didn't kill me, but you killed a dog!"
Teng Zijing sneered and slammed his elbow into Teng's ribs: "You got away by luck last time, but you won't be so lucky this time."
The two men, locked in a struggle, rolled to the railing. Teng Zijing suddenly kicked the wall, using the recoil to flip over, and the two of them tumbled over the railing and fell toward the lower deck.
On the other side, Feng Yan and his men had already rushed to the door of room 53. Taking advantage of their numbers, they surged forward like a tidal wave.
Several men rushed towards Andy Coles's men, the machine guns firing loudly, but they didn't hit a single person.
He snatched the gun from the other party in a few swift movements, and with a swift and decisive strike, he left no room for error.
Feng Zhan kicked open the door, but the room was empty—Feng Tao was huddled behind the sofa protecting Gu Ze, trembling like a leaf, not even daring to look up.
Feng Zhan strolled leisurely through the room, his gaze sweeping over the IV drip bottle beside the bed.
A clear liquid was slowly dripping down the tube, and a sinister smile curled at the corner of his mouth.
On the bandaged arm, blood had soaked through the gauze, spreading a dark red stain.
He seemed oblivious, gripping his gun tightly and scanning his surroundings with sharp eyes, not missing a single corner.
Feng Yan swaggered over to the sofa, sat down, crossed his legs, tapped his knee lightly with his fingertips, and said coldly:
"Stop hiding, come out. Even if you had wings, you couldn't fly out of my Sea Shark."
His voice trailed off with undisguised smugness, and his snorting laughter echoed through the room.
As soon as he finished speaking, several men in black immediately understood, strode behind the sofa, and rudely dragged Feng Tao and Gu Ze, who were hiding behind it, out.
Feng Tao stumbled a few steps as he was pulled, instinctively glancing at Gu Ze, even though his ribs were still throbbing.
Her whole body was trembling uncontrollably, yet she still stubbornly glared at Feng Yan:
"Don't say I don't have an official seal. Even if I did, I wouldn't let you do whatever you want."
Gu Ze clutched his abdomen in pain, letting out a muffled groan as he was pulled. His face was pale, but he gritted his teeth and didn't utter a single sound of begging for mercy.
Looking at their disheveled appearance, Feng Yan's smile became even more cruel: "Hmph! I hope you're tougher on the inside than on the outside."
After all, the seal of the leader must eventually find a home, mustn't it?
After saying that, he beckoned with his finger, and one of his men handed Feng Tao a phone with a video playing on it.
Feng Tao's eyes widened even more. "Feng Yan, you son of a bitch! She's already out of her mind, and you still attacked her? Are you even human?"
Instead of being angered by the insults, Feng Yan let out a wicked laugh that echoed wildly throughout the room.
Inside room 52, Mu Xiaoji wiped Jiang Chengyu's burning cheeks with a damp towel: "How are you, little monster? Are you feeling any better?"
Jiang Chengyu breathed weakly, "Much better," his gaze falling on the faint bloody teeth marks around Mu Xiaoji's neck.
A hoarse voice said, "I'm sorry, Xiao Ji..."
Mu Xiaoji quickly pulled up her collar and straightened her tie to cover it up, giving him a reproachful glare: "Luckily there were spare medicines in the first-aid kit, otherwise I would have really been in trouble tonight."
He paused, his eyes darkening. "Was it... Andy Coles who did it?"
Jiang Chengyu nodded gently, his eyelashes still trembling slightly as he closed his eyes.
Mu Xiaoji clenched his fist, his knuckles turning white—he would remember this debt.
Mu Xiaoji suddenly felt a pang of anxiety, as if remembering something, and looked at Jiang Chengyu, saying:
"Little monster, Feng Yan and the others are outside. We absolutely cannot let them take Feng Tao and Gu Ze away!"
Jiang Chengyu struggled to get up, but the effects of the medicine and the feeling of exhaustion caused him to stumble. He grabbed the edge of the bed, took a breath, and said in a deep voice:
"I can't help you in my current state. Help me to the bedside and give me a moment to catch my breath."
Mu Xiaoji nodded quickly and carefully helped him sit cross-legged on the edge of the bed.
Jiang Chengyu closed his eyes, his hands quickly forming a hand seal, and a faint stream of air swirled around his fingertips.
Mu Xiaoji could clearly see that the true energy around his body flowed like wisps of silk through his meridians.
Beads of sweat quickly appeared on his forehead, sliding down his neck and into his collar, soaking a large area of the fabric.
In just a short while, a hint of color returned to Jiang Chengyu's previously pale face.
The previous weakness and powerlessness gradually faded, and his eyes regained their sharp light.
He slowly finished his practice and opened his eyes. Although his voice was still a little hoarse, he had regained most of his strength: "Let's go and take a look."
Mu Xiaoji got up, supporting himself on the edge of the bed. His left leg hopped along, but his movements were still quite nimble.
Jiang Chengyu frowned instantly as he looked at his dangling right leg: "Where's your prosthetic leg?"
"It should still be in Chairman Feng's room, number 54," Mu Xiaoji said casually, as if what was lost was not a prosthetic limb, but just an ordinary handkerchief.
"President Feng is in room 54?" Jiang Chengyu was even more surprised and paused in his steps.
“Yes,” Mu Xiaoji nodded and explained simply, “Feng Yan and Feng Zhan are his eldest and second sons. Feng Tao was arrested because of the seal of the person in charge of the summit.”
Who would have thought that Feng Tao, who usually seems so carefree, has such complicated family affairs?
As he spoke, he hopped on one foot to the umbrella stand by the door, pulled out a long-handled black umbrella, held it in his palm as a cane, and stood up steadily: "Little monster, let's go."
Jiang Chengyu stepped forward and reached out to support his shoulder, his voice filled with concern and his eyes gentle as he said:
"Xiao Ji, you can't move around easily, wait here for me to come back. I'm going to rescue Feng Tao and Gu Ze."
"No." Mu Xiaoji shook her head, her eyes resolute. "I can take care of myself. I must go with you."
Delay could lead to unforeseen consequences—you heard the gunshots just now, who knows what kind of chaos is happening outside.
Besides, Master Jing and the others are on the boat too; there aren't just the two of us.
He shook the umbrella in his hand, the ribs making a crisp sound as they collided: "Besides, this thing is not bad as a walking stick."
Seeing the stubbornness in his eyes, Jiang Chengyu finally stopped objecting, but held his hand more firmly: "Be careful."
The two limped to the door. Mu Xiaoji placed her hand on the doorknob and listened intently to the sounds outside.
Outside, chaos still reigned, and Feng Yan's signature cold laugh echoed madly from the direction of room 53.