Dabao took off his coat with Knife, wrapped the German S to the s, and walked towards the tattoo parlor.

"I'm off today!" The tattoo artist had just finished tattooing me, took off his disposable gloves, wiped the sweat from his head, and said in a slightly tired voice.

"I don't have tattoos!" Dabao smiled and came back.

"Then what are you doing?!" The tattoo artist asked confusedly.

"Find him!" Dabao threw away the coat that had been used in Germany and chopped it off at me.

"Zijie, someone is coming, run!" I took a step back, the tip of my knife brushing against the tip of my nose, and I let out a cold sweat.

"What's wrong?!" Mu Zijie came out of the back room and chopped down with a knife, Mu Zijie couldn't dodge, and his chest was cut open by a knife, but fortunately, Mu Zijie was not close to the knife, Mu Zijie was not injured, and the cold wind swished into his clothes.

"Holy!" Mu Zijie was also taken aback and blurted out.

"Cao Nima's!" I picked up the table next to me and threw it at Dabao's head.

"Damn, dare to fight back!" Dabao is a typical deathless, carrying this piece of the knife in his hand and handing it forward, stabbing it towards my abdomen.

"Holy!" Mu Zijie pushed me violently, and Dabao's knife pierced the wall, splashing sparks.

"Nima!" The knife took the opportunity to hide in Mu Zijie's back.

The knife was stomped firmly, and Mu Zijie fell forward, and the flesh on his back turned out.

"Zijie!" I threw the knife in my hand towards the knife, and reached out to pull Mu Zijie up.

"Nyima's!" Dabao slashed at my arm, and I had no choice but to give up and stand against the wall.

"Chop him!" Seeing that the knife was missed, Dabao gritted his teeth and slashed again.

I couldn't retreat, I reached out and grabbed Dabao to cut this knife, this S knife is not a joke, instantly cut my palm, the child's fist-sized blood spot, dripping to the ground, splashing blood flowers.

"Zijie!" I looked at Mu Zijie who fell to the ground and shouted again.

Mu Zijie staggered up, and the knife slashed at Mu Zijie's abdomen, which was even more powerful than the opening behind Mu Zijie, and Mu Zijie's intestines were faintly visible.

"Nima!" Mu Zijie casually picked up the tattoo needle on the side and stabbed it towards the knife.

Xiaodao never thought that Mu Zijie still had the ability to resist like this, and he didn't dodge it for a while, and was pierced into his eye by Mu Zijie with a tattoo needle.

"Whew!" The knife kicked on the wound on Mu Zijie's stomach, and Mu Zijie retreated in pain, covering the wound, sweating profusely.

The knife in his hand fell to the ground, reaching out to pull out the tattoo needle on his eyeball.

"Cao Nima's!" Seeing that the knife was injured, Dabao gave up his attack on me and went straight to Mu Zijie.

"Poof!" Mu Zijie was slashed in the shoulder by Dabao, and opened S to be embedded in the bone, Dabao tried to pull out the knife twice, but he couldn't pull the knife out.

"Cao Nima's!" I took the opportunity to pick up the ashtray next to me and smashed it at the back of Dabao's head.

"Bang!"

Dabao had blood in the back of his head, turned his head, stared at me with red eyes, and bent down to pick up the S knife that the knife fell on the ground, I took advantage of this gap to pull out the belt directly from my waist and pull it again towards Dabao's head.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

……

I didn't knock it, Dabao's head was bleeding, Dabao gave up picking up the knife, turned his head and inserted his hand into the wound on Mu Zijie's abdomen, and pulled out Mu Zijie's intestines with a sharp pull.

"Whew!" Mu Zijie couldn't stop screaming in pain.

"I ...... I'm calling the police......" The tattoo artist shouted as he hid and shuddered.

"......" Dabao was stunned when he heard this, and hurriedly ran out with the knife.

"I said Guan Gong couldn't open his eyes!" The tattoo artist couldn't stop talking.

"Shut up!" I snarled with my eyes pierced.

"Zijie, how does Zijie feel?!" I held Mu Zijie and shouted anxiously.

"Zhenhua, I'm leaving...... Help...... Help me take care of my mom! Mu Zijie coughed up blood and said intermittently.

"Cao Nyima's! You'll be fine! My tears fell down, and I picked up Mu Zijie and ran towards the hospital.

After Dabao and Xiaodao ran out of the tattoo parlor, Xiaodao couldn't bear the pain and directly pulled out the tattoo needle on his eyeball, and let Dabao run forward.

"How's it going?!" After the two of them got into the car, Yue Xin opened his mouth to ask.

"I have one intestine torn out, send a knife to the hospital first!" Dabao gritted his teeth and said.

After getting into the car, the knife let go of his last breath and passed out.

"......" Yue Xin frowned and drove towards a black clinic.

I hugged Mu Zijie, I couldn't stop the car on the road, the tattoo artist ran over on his own small electric car, and I didn't know how a small electric car sent me and Mu Zijie to the hospital that night.

……

Inside the hospital.

"Why are you coming to the hospital again?!" Wang Mengting happened to be on duty, saw me from a distance, and asked.

"Mengting, save Zijie, save Zijie!" I cried and ran into the hospital with Mu Zijie in my arms, begging non-stop.

"Quick, send to the operating room!" After walking in, Wang Mengting drove Mu Zijie into my arms, and hurriedly called the nurse and sent Mu Zijie to the operating room.

I watched Mu Zijie enter the operating room, the nurses kept running back and forth, and the blood bags were approached again and again, and a feeling of helplessness rose against the wall.

"You go and bandage it, Zijie will definitely be fine!" Wang Mengting never left after Mu Zijie was sent to the operating room, looking at the blood dripping from my hands, there was already a pool of blood under my feet, and I couldn't help but persuade softly.

"I'm fine, I should have let him go back first!" After my father died, I thought I had dried all my tears.

Wang Mengting didn't answer when she heard this, and turned to leave.

After a while, Wang Mengting came over with a tray, half-squatted next to me and began to clean and suture me, and after about half an hour, Wang Mengting finished bandaging my hands.

At the moment when Wang Mengting finished bandaging, the nurse hurriedly ran out of the operating room.

"Are you a family member of a patient?!" The nurse looked me up and down and asked.

"He's my friend!" When I heard this, I replied hoarsely.

"Inform the immediate family, this is a critical illness notice, and it needs to be signed by the immediate family, otherwise there is no way to continue!" The nurse handed me a folder and spoke quickly.

"I'll sign it, please save him!" I begged while I didn't write my name on the notice.

"We'll do our best!" The nurse was not informed and hurried back to the operating room.

Wang Mengting grabbed my arm tightly, and her face was very unpleasant.

I signed the critical illness notice nearly ten times in one night, anxiously waiting for the results at the door.

"Are you Jiang Zhenhua?!" The efficiency of handling cases in my country is still very high, the police asked next to me.

"Hmm!" I knew what was going to happen next, but I didn't move.