Chapter 309: Finished

People lay all over the ground, and wailing sounds were everywhere.

Xu Qin gripped her phone, her eyes fixed, both shocked and suspicious.

She had only made three calls: one to the local Police Station, one to her team, and one to the team leader.

From start to finish, it shouldn't have been more than ten minutes, so how did it end up like this before her eyes?

A scene of utter chaos, with ear-piercing wails...

Oh no... was Lin Sicheng injured?

He was covered in blood...

Xu Qin's heart skipped a beat, and she hurried over.

On the other side, Jing Zeyang's eyes were bulging, and a glimmer of excitement flashed in his pupils.

At the beginning, he thought that even if Lin Sicheng didn't die today, he would lose half his life; Jing Zeyang had even thought about how to avenge Lin Sicheng.

He never imagined that Lin Sicheng would be this brave, this fierce?

One strike per person, another strike per person, and in the blink of an eye, he had taken down seven or eight of them...

The more he thought about it, the more excited he became, and Jing Zeyang subconsciously lifted his foot. But just as he took a step, he remembered the pair of arms tightly wrapped around his waist.

He reached out and patted them: "Fang Jin, let go of me!"

Fang Jin not only refused to let go, but tightened his grip: "Brother Jing, if you go, you'll be doing nothing but throwing your life away. Teacher Lin would also have to divide his attention to save you... so, don't cause trouble!"

Jing Zeyang was caught between laughter and tears: "The damn fight is already over, what kind of trouble could I possibly cause?"

Over?

Fang Jin stole a glance and looked stunned: It really was over?

He let out a forceful breath: "As expected!"

"Expected what? Did you know all along that Cousin Lin was this good at fighting?"

Fang Jin nodded.

Back when he had panicked, it wasn't until Lin Sicheng jumped down from the door beam and snatched the gun that Fang Jin remembered: during the New Year, Lin Sicheng had taken on five people; he was empty-handed, while the others had switchblades...

Fang Jin gave a rough account, and Jing Zeyang's eyes lit up as he listened.

He subconsciously recalled a long time ago, when he saw Lin Sicheng and Fang Jin practicing boxing in the hotel garden, and he had jokingly asked: "Cousin Lin, if you practice this boxing well, how many people can you fight?"

Lin Sicheng had a very serious expression: "If I don't use a gun, four or five."

At the time, Jing Zeyang thought: This kid hasn't been in Beijing for many days, he hasn't learned anything else, but he's learned the Beijing habit of bragging to the fullest?

But today he realized: Lin Sicheng was far more than just capable of fighting four or five people; today, there were seventeen or eighteen people here with knives.

There was even, truly, a gun.

For an ordinary person, let alone facing the difficulty head-on, if they could stand firm without their legs shaking or their heart trembling, they would deserve to be called a hero.

If you called over all the well-known veterans in Beijing: facing a dozen burly men rushing over, a dozen knives slashing down, and even a shotgun pointed at them, would they dare to fight?

Forget fighting, if they could stand straight without running, Jing Zeyang would kneel down and call them 'Dad'.

Only at this moment did Jing Zeyang believe one hundred percent: when in Xijing, Lin Sicheng had truly entered a tiger's den single-handedly and wiped out a gang of Grave Robbers armed with guns and explosives.

So, what were a dozen knives and a shotgun? Facing a dozen long guns, short guns, and satchel charges, Lin Sicheng still dared to engage in battle...

Oh right... a shotgun?

Jing Zeyang suddenly snapped back to his senses, his gaze searching the ground like lightning.

After scanning twice, he took two quick steps and picked up the gun.

Huh... it was actually a fake gun?

But the problem was, the barrel was wrapped up tight; if you didn't hold it in your hand, who could tell it was a fake?

Thinking back to that moment, with the pitch-black muzzle pointed at Lin Sicheng, he had still resolutely lunged forward?

Could Lin Sicheng have known it was a fake gun back then? Bullshit, he was risking his life.

If it had been real, at any moment, boom... Lin Sicheng's head would have blossomed... that was ten thousand times more dangerous than his final act of taking them down one by one with a stick, and finally kicking that so-called Jiu Ge.

Even on TV, they wouldn't dare to film it like this...

Jing Zeyang used to read in books: "Single-handedly, he took the head of the enemy general amidst a million troops, as if no one were there..." He always felt that the ancients were damn good at bragging; wouldn't they be scared to death, let alone take the enemy general's head?

But it was also today that he learned: there really were people who could do it.

Suddenly, Jing Zeyang began to tremble all over.

He hugged the gun barrel and walked toward Lin Sicheng, but after two steps he stopped, wearing an expression like he'd seen a ghost?

No... why the hell were they hugging?

Tang Nan Yan, if Ye Anning finds out about this, she will tear you apart alive...

Huh... it looked like she wasn't hugging him, but helping Lin Sicheng bandage his arm?

Damn, was Lin Sicheng injured?

He had seen blood on Lin Sicheng before, but not this much, so he thought it was someone else's.

Now that he looked, his entire upper body was covered in blood, and no matter how Tang Nan Yan wiped it, she couldn't seem to wipe it clean?

It was dripping down, soaking through half of his waistband.

He was struck with horror and rushed over; when he was five or six steps away, Tang Nan Yan suddenly turned her head, her eyes like knives: "Get lost."

Jing Zeyang's heart skipped a beat: he felt that this woman's gaze could kill?

It wasn't like I was the one who hired people to hack you?

Feeling that something wasn't right, Jing Zeyang stealthily changed direction, preparing to go around.

Tang Nan Yan didn't look back, but it was as if she could see him: "Stand there and don't move; if you dare to come over, I'll make you lie down for a while too..."

Is this woman crazy?

Cursing under his breath, Jing Zeyang didn't dare move an inch. Because he had gained experience from being beaten, he could tell: for some unknown reason, Tang Nan Yan was like a firecracker right now, ready to explode at the slightest touch.

If he dared to go over, Tang Nan Yan would truly dare to let him lie there for a while.

No... what is this woman going crazy for?

He took a careful look: fortunately, although it looked frightening, Lin Sicheng's wound was not very deep; at least it hadn't damaged any major blood vessels or bones.

Jing Zeyang let out a breath of relief: "Shall I see how Cousin Lin is doing?"

Tang Nan Yan gritted her teeth: "Hindsight is 20/20, where were you earlier?"

Jing Zeyang was stunned for a moment, and then he understood: Tang Nan Yan was angry that he hadn't come to help.

But he didn't argue, nor did he explain that he wasn't afraid of death and had intended to help, but Fang Jin had held him back tightly, not letting him come over to add to the chaos.

It is as they say, when a scholar meets a soldier, reason cannot be explained.

But that was secondary; the key was the look in this woman's eyes when she looked at Lin Sicheng: damn it, was it almost stringing together?

Huh, these few cuts on Cousin Lin, were they received while saving her?

Jing Zeyang's eyes widened: Holy crap...

Why did it feel like this was even more horrifying to him than the two of them hugging?

No, he had to get his cousin to give Ye Anning a heads-up... no, wait, such a big thing happened, and he had actually forgotten to notify Ye Anning?

Tsk, that wasn't right either... he couldn't make this call himself.

He rolled his eyes and quietly retreated backward.

Seeing Jing Zeyang take out his phone, Lin Sicheng sighed inwardly: this had really blown things wide open.

Rather than being passively scolded and having things become earth-shattering and a complete mess, it was better to confess honestly.

He had just raised his hand when his brows furrowed sharply.

The wound wasn't actually very deep, it was far from the bone, and it shouldn't have damaged any tendons. But before, he had been sustained by adrenaline and couldn't feel it. Now that his heart had relaxed, he felt a pain that was anything but ordinary.

With the slightest movement, it felt like his heart and lungs were being torn apart; it hurt everywhere.

Tang Nan Yan was startled: "Ah, don't move, this side hasn't been bandaged yet..."

"I know..." Lin Sicheng sucked in a cold breath, "but the injury here is only on the shoulder, it shouldn't be deep..."

A wound half a span long, like a torn mouth, and it wasn't deep?

This cut must have been received halfway when he had charged over recklessly to save her...

Tang Nan Yan's eyes grew hot: "Don't move, you want to get your phone, right? I'll help you!"

Lin Sicheng was just about to say there was no need, but Tang Nan Yan's hand had already reached into his trouser pocket.

The movement was quick, but to Jing Zeyang, Fang Jin, and Xu Qin, it looked as if Tang Nan Yan had pressed her forehead against Lin Sicheng's chest.

The phone was taken out, and Tang Nan Yan held the screen upright: "Who do you want to call? I'll dial for you!"

"Call the teacher, thank you, Officer Tang!"

Tang Nan Yan paused, wanting to say something, but swallowed it back, then opened the address book.

Lin Sicheng wanted to take it in his hand, but as soon as he moved, the wound pulled and hurt.

Tang Nan Yan dialed the number and pressed speakerphone.

The call went through, and the sound of a cartoon came from the other end, it seemed to be Pleasant Goat.

Lin Sicheng organized his phrasing: "Teacher, are you at home?"

"It's the weekend today, and since you aren't here, I can only watch cartoons with Youjian!"

"Where is the teacher's wife?"

"In the kitchen. Tomorrow your grandfather, your father, and your mother are coming over for a meal, and she and Anning are preparing the food!"

"Ah, I didn't even know?"

"Tsk, you're in Beijing; even if you knew, could you fly back?"

Wang Qi Zhi replied lazily, "When are you coming back?"

"After the eleventh!"

"That works out perfectly. On the eleventh, the old man will be back from Guangzhou, and the whole family will be there. We'll spend it together in Beijing, and we'll bring your grandfather, your father, and your mother over then too!"

Lin Sicheng smiled: "Wouldn't that be inappropriate?"

"What's inappropriate about it? You'll be staying at my place, not the old man's," Wang Qi Zhi insisted, "Don't worry about this, I'll discuss it with your grandfather, your father, and your mother!"

"Okay!" Lin Sicheng replied, then paused, "Teacher, I have something to tell you!"

"Go ahead!"

"Something happened on my end."

Wang Qi Zhi seemed to be stunned; the phone suddenly went silent.

After a good while, about six or seven seconds, Wang Qi Zhi finally spoke. His voice was a bit dry and hoarse: "Lin Sicheng, what happened to you?"

Lin Sicheng's tone was relaxed: "I got a little hurt, but it's not serious, just broke a bit of skin..."

"Bullshit, if it was just breaking a bit of skin, would you be calling me?"

"Bang," it sounded like a chair had been kicked over, and then came the sound of rapid breathing, "Lin Sicheng, tell me the truth, don't you dare downplay it!"

The latter half of that sentence sounded like it was squeezed out from his throat; he wanted to roar but didn't dare to, anxious and trembling.

Lin Sicheng remained relaxed, his tone carrying a smile: "Teacher, it's really not serious. I was just afraid you'd be worried if you found out, so I'm telling you. Also, don't tell my father and mother, I'm afraid they'll worry..."

"Lin Sicheng, you're full of it: last time you helped Chen Peng, a gun was pressed against your forehead. And last year during the New Year, you were almost stabbed... when have you not downplayed things and made it sound like child's play? Fine, I'll ask you: how were you hurt?"

Lin Sicheng paused: "Just scratched a bit of skin?"

"Scratched? By a knife? They've already used knives, and you still call it not serious?" Wang Qi Zhi was furious and hopping mad, "Where exactly are you hurt... where are you right now?"

"Just the arm... it really was just a scratch, I'm getting ready to go to the hospital to get it stitched."

"You're full of it..."

"Teacher, I'm really not lying to you. You can tell by my voice that it's really not serious... and Brother Jing is right here; he has already contacted Captain Yan, and there are two officers from the Municipal Bureau on the scene who have already contacted the detachment. So I'm really not lying to you..."

"Jing Zeyang? Let the third son of the Jing family answer the phone..."

It's over; I shouldn't have mentioned Jing Zeyang.

Lin Sicheng was just pondering how to smooth things over when, with a "clatter," the kitchen door was pushed open, and a burst of hurried footsteps followed.

Ye Anning's voice was choked with tears: "Uncle, Lin Sicheng is at Panjiayuan... he was slashed by someone... slashed several times... and there was... there was a gun..."

Wang Qi Zhi gritted his teeth: "Lin Sicheng, you just wait for me..."

Beep, it hung up...

Lin Sicheng hurriedly dialed back, but it was immediately hung up.

He dialed Ye Anning again, and it connected instantly. But before he could speak, Wang Qi Zhi's cursing came through:

"Ye Anning, at a time like this, you still dare to listen to his nonsense? They've goddamn used guns, he's been slashed several times, yet what does he say? That he just grazed some skin? Hang up for me, book a flight right now..."

Beep, that hung up too!

Lin Sicheng stared blankly, looking at Jing Zeyang, who was standing not too far or too close, looking shifty.

"No... Brother Jing, what did you say on the phone?"

"Just told the truth..." Jing Zeyang gestured, "Those people were driving like madmen to hit you, a dozen people were chasing you with knives... oh, right, and there was a gun..."

Lin Sicheng froze, not knowing what to say.

"Brother Jing, you would have been better off saying nothing!"

Jing Zeyang was full of justification, "Cousin Lin, if I didn't tell the truth, Uncle Wang wouldn't even need to do anything; Ye Anning would peel a layer of skin off me..."

Lin Sicheng sighed: But the problem is, what is the teacher's personality and temper like?

Once he hears it's that serious, he definitely won't let the night pass; he could rush to Beijing. If he can't book a flight for tonight, he will absolutely drive here.

Over a thousand kilometers, at night, and in such a hurry?

If the family finds out, then it's over: both families will be racing on the highway tonight...

No, I have to let Senior Brother Zhao calm him down.

As these thoughts turned, he asked Tang Nan Yan to help him dial, but before the number was found, Zhao Xiuneng had already called in first.

Slightly better than Wang Qi Zhi, but only limitedly so, his voice trembling: "Junior Brother Lin, tell your Senior Brother the truth, how are you really?"

Lin Sicheng sighed: "Senior Brother, I didn't lie; the injuries are indeed not heavy, but the situation is a bit complicated..."

"I had bad luck and ran into a Sparrowhawk (specifically referring to a female thief who robs other thieves) setting a trap. The trap was quite large, estimated at a hundred loads of water (ten million). But it was just so coincidental that we bumped into each other, and she set me up..."

"The other party is a Jianzuo from Beijing who decided that I was in cahoots with the Sparrowhawk, so they sent people to intercept me, and then we started fighting... There were quite a few people, they brought knives, and even a fake gun, but their skills were poor, so I only got a couple of scratches."

"Senior Brother, please persuade the teacher: don't be anxious, don't panic, if you can't book a flight today, book one for tomorrow... definitely don't drive... and also, don't tell my family..."

Zhao Xiuneng let out a sharp sigh of relief.

He wasn't relieved about any Sparrowhawk or Jianzuo, but about Lin Sicheng.

Having such strong breath and such clear logic meant the injuries were indeed not deep.

"Good, I'm going to find Professor Wang right now..." After replying, Zhao Xiuneng gritted his teeth, "Junior Brother, rest well. This grudge, Senior Brother will avenge for you..."

Lin Sicheng was just about to say something, but with a beep, the call hung up too.

He sighed and muttered to himself: "Great, now I reckon the sky is going to be poked full of holes!"

Jing Zeyang didn't speak; he looked down at Tang Nan Yan, who was tearing a sleeve from her shirt with Xu Qin: Cousin Lin, it's not even your turn for Uncle Wang or your Senior Brother to poke holes; it's already been poked by others.

Just as he was secretly thinking, "Woo-ah, woo-ah," the faint sound of a siren came from afar.

Jing Zeyang looked at his watch and gave a cold laugh: "This siren is quite loud, afraid that those people who were slashing won't hear it? This speed is also quite fast... Section Chief Xu, it's been nearly half an hour since you finished your call, right?"

Xu Qin lowered her head: Not half an hour, it should be fifteen or sixteen minutes, less than twenty minutes.

But the Police Station is only half a kilometer away. Fifteen or sixteen minutes and half an hour make no difference in nature.

The key is that Tang Nan Yan has already called home and said such scary things; Xu Qin can already imagine what the final fate of the relevant Person in Charge will be.

She sighed secretly and handed the torn cloth strips to Tang Nan Yan.

Looking at the wound that looked like a gaping mouth, and then at the blood-covered Lin Sicheng, Tang Nan Yan's nose felt sore: "I won't bandage it!"

It really didn't need bandaging: the cut on the arm could stop bleeding, but the remaining three cuts on the shoulder and back had no suitable materials, so there was no way to bandage them even if she wanted to.

Besides, they were indeed not deep, and the bleeding had basically stopped.

Tang Nan Yan took off her coat and draped it over Lin Sicheng: "Don't catch the Wind, when the police car comes, I'll disinfect you... hmm, the ambulance should be here soon too!"

Lin Sicheng nodded: "Okay, thank you!"

Jing Zeyang stood far away, just about to take off his coat, but was glared at by Tang Nan Yan again.

He was stunned, then suddenly realized: This woman wants to blow this matter up?

Best if her uncle sees it: Look, he ended up like this just to save your niece?

So, what's poking a hole in the sky; I reckon it's going to collapse...

As he secretly thought, the siren grew closer, and Tang Nan Yan and Xu Qin helped Lin Sicheng stand up.

Immediately, two police cars with flashing lights drove into the Treasury area.

Five or six Police officers got out of the cars, and the leader was just about to say something when he suddenly froze.

The place was a mess.

A Jinbei Van had crashed into a pillar, the front end caved in significantly; whether it was the windshield or the sides, there were only window frames and no windows, and broken glass was everywhere.

Knives and steel pipes were scattered about, with pools of blood here and there.

Seven or eight burly men lay on the ground, some clutching their legs and arms and groaning, others motionless, life or death unknown.

The most critical thing was Jiu Ge, lying on his back on the ground like a giant lizard, teeth chattering in pain.

The Inspector's face changed, his heart sinking: Caught red-handed?

Jiu Gui, damn you, how the hell did you handle this?

Seventeen or eighteen people against five, not to mention they were all burly men, and it was a surprise attack. The other side was unarmed, and two of them were women, yet you managed to end up like this?

It's over, it's all fucking over...

(End of chapter)