Jun Mo reacted, his eyes widened in shock, "Master Tired!"

A hole was knocked out on the left side of the black Maybach, and even Qiao Yimo was injured.

A crack appeared on her left arm, and the warm blood was flowing outside.

Qiao Yimo looked down at his arm, and couldn't help pursing his lips.

"Keep driving." Leng Jian shielded Qiao Yimo under his body, then took out the gun with his other hand and fired at the smoking truck.

The tires rubbed against the ground sharply, and more and more gunshots were heard behind him. Qiao Yimo wanted to lift his eyes to help, but was violently pushed back by the man, "Get down!

She opened her eyes wide, looking at the hole after another in the opposite glass window, and she couldn't help but panic.

She didn't have time to get a gun, so she was pushed back. The man pressed her firmly on her lap, and was strafing by the opposite gun alone.

"Trust me." A cold and indifferent female voice spoke slowly.

Hearing the words above, the man was silent for a while, pursed his lips, and finally released her hand.

Qiao Yimo endured the pain of the wound, took out the gun, and then fired at the male van on the opposite side.

Mo Jun's face turned pale, and he hurriedly took a look at the situation of the truck opposite.

The men in black who originally held the guns fell one by one.

All the wheels of the truck were blown out, and no one survived on the truck.

Originally there was a car coming from behind, but all the people who saw the truck fell down and quickly turned around and galloped away.

After a while, there was no sign of it.

"Can't catch up."

Leng Juo withdrew his gaze and fell on Qiao Yimo, and at a glance he saw a blood hole in her arm, terrifying and hideous.

"Mo Jun, go to the hospital right away."

The man's voice was low and hoarse, his voice tight.

"Okay." Without thinking about it, Jun Mo quickly turned on his phone to search for nearby hospitals.

"Nothing, go to the theater to treat the wound." Qiao Yimo spoke lightly with some expression on his face.

"Shut up!" The man's face was gloomy, he went straight to the suit, then took off the black shirt inside, and used the black shirt as gauze to help her make a simple dressing.

Qiao Yimo was stunned, not talking, and let the man deal with it.

The man's face was gloomy, and the force of his hands was naturally heavier.

Qiao Yimo twisted his eyebrows and said displeasedly, "It will kill you if you feel it lighter!"

He raised his eyes and looked at her with a low and gloomy voice, "I just stayed obediently after knowing the pain. What can I do if I am injured."

Qiao Yimo was speechless for a while, unable to explain.

She looked down at the wound on her arm and moved her lips, "Who is it?"

*

Theater lounge.

Su Zhe glanced down at the time, "The game is about to start, why haven't you come back."

"Do you know where they are?" He raised his eyes to the man opposite.

Bo Hua shook his head, "I don't know."

Since Mo Jun knew that Miss Qiao was so good at piano, he had been around her all day long, and even lost his driver's position.

Bo Hua lowered his head, a little aggrieved.

Su Zhe opened the address book and made a call.

But no matter how many times he played, he was still unable to connect.

Su Zhe frowned and looked at Bo Hua, "Call me your master."

Bo Hua was stunned for a while, then he passed the phone directly.

This time, the call was quickly connected, and Su Zhe said, "Where did you take her? The game is about to start."

A low and hoarse voice on the other side of the phone rang, and slowly, Su Zhe's face became darker and deeper, and his brows frowned tightly. JrNovels.com