42: Gu Xiheng was injured

Ai Yue instantly felt a surge of irritation, really wanting to give him a burst of bullets for tricking her, and now daring to threaten her.

However, seeing the bulges around the waists of the three men, she realized what they were and Ai Yue immediately abandoned the thought. Although she had been tricked out of money, at least he hadn't physically harmed her, and the goods he gave her had made the house in her spatial storage a bit bigger.

Ai Yue kept comforting herself internally.

Wait until he is alone!

"Yes, I didn't expect to run into Miss Ai here. But judging by the looks of things, Miss Ai is doing quite well in the Apocalypse days! Congratulations." Mo Li, who held power in the dark forces in India, said with a teasing smile.

"You're not doing badly either," Ai Yue replied curtly.

Ai Yue couldn't be bothered to deal with him further. After giving Mo Li a perfunctory response, she focused her gaze on the military-uniformed man in the front: "May I ask... Comrade, what business do you have stopping me?"

Ai Yue could tell at a glance that the two men behind him followed the military-uniformed man's lead.

"Miss Ai? My name is Gu Xiheng. I mean no harm; I just saw my custom-made beloved car and wanted to see who outbid me for it. I didn't expect... it would be a young lady," the military-uniformed man Gu Xiheng said calmly and composedly.

Gu Xiheng? It was actually him? In her previous life, he was a powerful figure in the Safety Tower.

"Your custom-made beloved car? How did it end up at an auction?"

Gu Xiheng pondered for a moment and said lightly, "It was just a misunderstanding." After speaking, he took one last look at the marauder before turning to walk towards the military vehicle, without a trace of lingering in his eyes.

Ai Yue couldn't tell if he meant that the car being auctioned was a misunderstanding or that stopping her was a misunderstanding.

Seeing that they made no further moves and quickly drove away.

The tension in Ai Yue's heart finally eased. She safely returned to the car, feeling that Gu Xiheng was a dangerous person all over and it was best not to meet him again.

She decided to take an alternate route, detouring toward Changyuan City.

Gu Xiheng was not someone who dragged things out. That marauder was indeed his custom-made beloved car. However, when the car was returned, he was out on a mission and not home, leading the staff to mistakenly believe this vehicle was also part of the auction.

By the time Gu Xiheng learned the news and wanted to intervene, it was too late; Ai Yue had already won the bid for the marauder. Gu Xiheng didn't want to damage his own reputation, so he let the matter drop, never expecting to run into her here.

"A Li, how do you know her?" Gu Xiheng turned his head to ask Mo Li, remembering the faint smell of gunpowder in the air when they first met.

"Heh... I don't want to know her. That woman is a sharp-tongued little tiger, quite formidable!" Upon mentioning Ai Yue, Mo Li became more spirited and complained.

"Don't let her soft and delicate appearance fool you, looking like she's easy to bully. In reality, if I faced her alone, I wouldn't gain any advantage."

"Oh?" Gu Xiheng uttered a noncommittal sound.

The pink-haired youth didn't believe Mo Li's words at all. How capable could that woman be at her age?

"Boss Mo, you shouldn't lower your own prestige while boosting others' morale. How could a Little Girl be stronger than you? You walked out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood."

Mo Li ignored him. Whether the girl was formidable or not was something he knew; as for whether Pink Hair believed it was none of his business.

"Mo Li, how far is it to Changyuan City?" Gu Xiheng didn't want to waste time discussing a stranger, so he interrupted them to ask.

"Call me Cousin! You always call me by my full name, so rude. Hmph~ It's eighty-three kilometers to Changyuan City," Mo Li leaned back against the seat, hugging his chest lazily.

Gu Xiheng got the answer he wanted and ignored Mo Li's grumbling. He stomped hard on the accelerator, and the car shot forward like a flying arrow.

Ai Yue and the two others took a different route. After driving for three hours, Li Shilan's sharp eyes spotted a figure in military green lying on the gravel by the roadside.

"Old Ai, Yueyue, look, isn't that a soldier over there?"

Ai Yue and the other looked in the direction Li Shilan pointed, uncertainly. They stopped the car, and Ai Yue and Ai Guosheng cautiously got out and approached the green shadow.

"It really is a soldier," Ai Guosheng said in surprise, putting away the gun in his hand.

The two walked up to him, squatted down, and turned him over to look.

"How is it him?" Ai Guosheng exclaimed.

Ai Yue frowned deeply. They had only parted ways a few hours ago; how could he be lying here?

Ai Yue checked him and found that he had been shot in the thigh and arm, and was unconscious due to excessive bleeding.

"Yueyue, should we save him?" Ai Guosheng was unsure.

Ai Yue gritted her teeth: Save him!

She decided to risk saving him, absolutely not because he was handsome or because of a fit of Saint-like compassion, but because he was useful!

More accurately, the Gu Clan was useful. She knew the immense power the Gu family held in the Safety Tower, and the person lying on the ground would become an undisputed figure of authority in the near future.

Only a fool would choose not to befriend such a powerful figure. After all, they were going to the Safety Tower to make a living; having a big tree to shelter them was an enviable thing.

"Dad, get him into the car. I'll take care of the traces. We need to leave quickly; who knows what powerful people he ran into? We don't want to get dragged into it," Ai Yue said, starting to clean up the traces Gu Xiheng left behind.

Fifteen minutes later, Ai Yue drove the marauder away quickly.

After driving for thirty kilometers, Gu Xiheng started running a fever. Ai Yue realized she had to remove the bullets, or he wouldn't survive in this environment.

Ai Yue found a hidden spot and parked the car. The three people and one tiger gathered around Gu Xiheng, removing the hastily bandaged strips.

Ai Yue decided to remove the bullets herself. Fortunately, the injuries were not in vital areas; otherwise, the three of them would have been helpless.

She deftly tore open the clothes on Gu Xiheng's arm and disinfected the wound. Before Ai Guosheng and his wife could react, Ai Yue had already dug out the bullet. At the same time, the unconscious Gu Xiheng awoke in pain. Just as he was about to move, Ai Yue stunned him by shouting, "Don't move, or I'll stuff the bullet back in."

Gu Xiheng was completely sober now and understood the situation. He obediently remained motionless.

Feeling the heart-wrenching pain from the wound, Gu Xiheng's veins bulged on his forehead, covered in cold sweat. He gritted his teeth tightly, digging his uninjured hand hard into the seat cushion of the chair beneath him.

Ai Yue felt nothing when she saw Gu Xiheng's appearance, but when she saw him clawing at her seat cushion, she said coolly, "This cushion is very expensive; you need to compensate me."

Gu Xiheng looked at Ai Yue in disbelief. At this moment, Ai Yue's image in his mind became infinitely detestable. He was in so much pain he felt like he was dying, yet she still demanded compensation for the cushion? Did she have any sympathy? What kind of heartless woman was this?