Chapter 138: A Kind Heart Won't See the Final Ending

Get lost!!!

Having fallen from the wall and rolled in mud, Li Hengbo couldn't care about dignity, having been driven into a corner, still worrying about saving face.

He kicked left and right wildly, trying to drive Leopard Head back.

Leopard Head's agility far exceeded his imagination.

Each time he lifted his leg, Leopard Head retreated two steps; when he kicked empty, Leopard Head lunged forward, its bark deafening—like a professional jungle king, advancing and retreating with ease.

In desperation.

Li Hengbo suddenly squatted and picked up a stone.

This rustic country method seemed quite effective; just this action scared Leopard Head into retreating four or five meters, where it stood in the rain barking nonstop.

Li Hengbo held up the stone and negotiated: "Dog bro, I know you're loyal, but I'm really not a thief. We can talk things out. Let me go tonight, and tomorrow I'll bring you a bag of dog food..."

This time Leopard Head didn't bark wildly.

It stared at Li Hengbo like a silent wild wolf, without baring its teeth, but its gaze was icy to the extreme, sending chills down one's spine.

This brief exchange of glances.

Even the surrounding air grew heavy, making Li Hengbo sadly realize this was a dog with a moral bottom line, and he had become its prey in its eyes.

"You motherfucker, don't think I'm really afraid of you—get lost or not? If you don't scram, I'll beat you to death!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Li Hengbo threw the stone in his hand.

Although it didn't hit.

But as Leopard Head dodged, the distance opened up a bit more.

Seizing the gap, Li Hengbo quickly stepped on the crape myrtle at the wall corner and climbed up, but before he could get up, Leopard Head lunged at him like an arrow released from a bow.

"Oh woo!!!"

The mournful cry tore through the night, intertwining with the pattering rain—how utterly miserable, it was incredibly, incredibly miserable!

Leopard Head dragged Li Hengbo down from the wall.

It happened in the blink of an eye.

The top-tier throat-lock technique of Northeastern Tattooed Tiger Brother and Africa Permed Lion Brother—Leopard Head may not know it, but it has already mastered the various tearing and biting skills of its distant relative, Wolf Brother.

It first bites the fatty, juicy leg, depriving the opponent of mobility.

Ah!!!! Holy shit!!!!

The night is too beautiful; despite the danger, there are always people with dark-rimmed eyes, holding back tears.

Li Hengbo's vision had blurred; he didn't know where his flashlight had fallen, and groping around he couldn't find anything to smash the dog's head with.

In the panic he grabbed hold of the dog's two ears and ferociously bit back.

He sucked out every ounce of strength to bite with all his might!

Later he didn't know what had happened.

His mind was a blank chaos.

It seemed a whistle blew, the dog hearing it released its mouth and turned to run; or perhaps he had bitten the dog's fragile nose, causing it to yelp in pain and flee.

But the cold icy rain kept lashing wildly, making him long for his mother.

Spit!!!! Pah!!!!

Li Hengbo hocked up a mouthful of phlegm and spat out a mouthful of dog hair.

It felt awful.

His head-to-toe designer wear worth tens of thousands was now shredded by the dog into rags that barely covered him; the key issue was his leg seeming crippled, bleeding profusely, unable to stand.

Even a homeless beggar in the rain wouldn't be this badly off, would he?

Li Hengbo wiped the rain from his face, looked up to the night sky and wailed: "Why!!!! Why is it always me who gets hurt!!!!"

There should be BGM here.

Lin Dongfan, watching the surveillance footage intently in the hotel, let out Along sigh: "Ah..." He couldn't help moving the mouse cursor and played the song "Men Cry, No Sin".

Xie Xiaofeng raised his hand to touch his buzzcut, looking bored yet slightly regretful: "I didn't expect him to actually bite back so fiercely; I don't know if Leopard Head is injured."

"Give Leopard Head merit, reward it with a girlfriend." Lin Dongfan ordered: "Find it a handsome golden retriever, expenses reimbursed as incurred."

Xie Xiaofeng smiled: "This reward is not bad."

At that moment, the walkie-talkie carried the voice of bodyguard team member Liu Wei: "Captain, the destroyed power lines—should we repair them on site?"

"Wait until that guy leaves, then fix it, eliminating all hazards." Xie Xiaofeng replied.

The walkie-talkie again carried Liu Wei's reply: "OK."

Xie Xiaofeng gazed at the laptop surveillance screen; at this moment he could see Li Hengbo dragging a useless leg, struggling to climb the wall.

Lin Dongfan had already lost interest in this scene.

He picked up the black umbrella lying aside, preparing to go home: "For the coming days, you'll work hard, keep a close watch, and call me if anything comes up."

"Don't worry, Fan Ge, I'll arrange people to take shifts on watch."

Xie Xiaofeng kept his eyes on the computer surveillance screen, preventing Li Hengbo from causing trouble again, after all he was a tough guy who dared even to bite back a dog—capable of anything.

But...

At this very moment, Li Hengbo had sunk to the depths of dejection and heartbreak.

Even if he wanted to fight back, he was powerless.

Since his right leg had been mangled by Leopard Head's bite, he could exert no strength; merely climbing that two‑meter‑high wall had already exhausted all his energy.

He sat on the walltop and caught two breaths.

He had intended to cling to the wall and slowly crawl down, but his hands gave out, he couldn't grip, and as he flipped down he fell, landing like a dead dog, sprawled in the rain.

He gasped for air!

After catching his breath, he pulled out his phone to dial 120, but tried three times and got a busy signal each time.

Damn!

On the verge of collapse, Li Hengbo struggled to get up.

Can't just lie here and wait to die!

His right leg kept bleeding; Li Hengbo clearly felt his life ebbing away, his whole body turning cold, his vision growing blurrier, and he just wanted to sleep.

In the night rain.

Li Hengbo, like a destitute beggar in ragged clothes, limped toward the hospital.

He dialed while walking.

After dialing several times, he finally heard a voice: 'Hello, this is the 120 emergency center...'

'I'm not okay, I'm about to die—do you know what it feels like to be on the brink of death?' Without waiting for the operator to finish, Li Hengbo tearfully complained: '13 times! I had to call 13 times to get through—what do you mean by this? If I die on the street, your emergency center won't be able to shirk responsibility...'

'Sir, please calm down—may I ask where you are now? What's your condition?'

The emergency center's operator was very patient.

But Li Hengbo had no patience.

Li Hengbo limped toward the hutong entrance, shouting: 'Damn it, I'm about to die, and you won't even let me get upset? What kind of bullying is this?! I'm at the Grass Hat Hutong intersection!'

'Sir, may I ask what's your condition?' the operator asked.

Li Hengbo roared angrily: 'What's it to you what illness I have?! My blood's almost drained—send an ambulance to pick me up, quick!'

But he didn't notice.

At that moment, Lin Dongfan stood over twenty meters behind him, holding a black umbrella, watching him limp and shout.

Witnessing this night scene filled with an aura of collapse.

A sudden pang of pity arose.

Lin Dongfan couldn't help shaking his head, sighing inwardly: 'No, I can't go help him—being soft-hearted means I won't live to see the grand finale. As for our fated arch-enemy, in my past life I died in prison, which is far worse than this...'