Holding the gun tightly in his right hand, Fang Yuanxiang slowly approached one of the cars. Looking inside, there were three people in the car, all dead. But instead of dying in the collision, he was shot in the eyebrows. Looking at the other two cars, the same fatal wounds were gunshot wounds in the eyebrows. So, they should have been shot first and then they hit it.

Upon further inspection, it was found that there were holes in the windshield of the car, one left and one on the right. There is also one in the rear window. Other than that, there are no other superfluous traces. It seems that the person who helped him was quite accurate in marksmanship. One shot kills, not a single bullet is wasted, and it is clearly trained.

But...... Fang Yuanxiang's brows were tightly twisted, who helped him? Why help him?

His thoughts were interrupted by Gu Haoxuan at this time. "Hey, Fang Yuanxiang! What do you think? Hurry up and get someone to pick you up, you want the wound to worsen? "Sometimes I really can't stand him, and I don't take my body seriously every time. He had to nag behind him like an old woman all day long. The image of the handsome guy is gone!

Fang Yuanxiang woke up like a dream. Immediately took out the phone from his soaked pants pocket. Fortunately, the case is waterproof and the phone itself is not damaged.

As soon as the call ended, a few of his men arrived.

When they saw the gunshot wound on Fang Yuanxiang's shoulder, they were all stupid. How so? The young master has always been very cautious, and coupled with his vigorous skills, few people can match. How can it hurt?

"Young master, we're late, please punish the young master!" Straight and kneeling on the ground in a row.

Fang Yuanxiang shook his head: "It's not your fault. Get rid of this place, and then go find out where these people come from. "Tired commands.

"Yes, young master."

"Yuanxiang, who sent them, don't you know?" Gu Haoxuan asked with a sneer.

"Haoxuan, don't talk about it......" The hoarse voice contained a lot of sadness

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When Fang Yuanxiang's wound was treated and he returned home, it was already six o'clock in the morning.

As soon as he entered the room, he saw Lin Ruoxian sitting on the bed in a daze, her eyes empty and desperate, and her little face was full of tears.

She's crying? The man frowned, why was she crying?

was about to ask, but she was the first to ask.

"Why didn't you come back last night?" She spoke faintly.

Fang Yuanxiang was silent, from her tone, he could hear obvious worry, but, who is this worry aimed at?

I want to know, but I don't dare to ask.

Let's stop talking about it and let yourself have a little fantasy.

This fantasy alone was enough to relieve the exhaustion and pain of the wound a lot.

It's a pity that Lin Ruoxian doesn't plan to just forget it: "Have you changed your mind?" Are you unwilling to help Xinpeng? How can you do that?! She screamed at him like crazy.

Listening to her tearful accusation, the man's face turned a little whiter. Hanging his head, he really despises himself. actually believes that a woman manipulates his joys, sorrows, and sorrows in such a way. Her words can take him to heaven and send him to hell in the next second.

I don't know if it's because of the injury, but his heart seems to be particularly fragile today.

Without saying a word, he stepped forward. Regardless of the wound, he threw himself directly onto the bed. He didn't have the strength to explain to her now. What's more, even if he wanted to explain, she probably wouldn't want to hear it.