40: Chapter 40 Stopping the Bleeding

"Baka yaro?"

Hu Gualing heard the curse shouted in a rage by the dwarf, one of the Black-Clad Men.

He suddenly realized.

So it was a Japanese invader!

No wonder his accent sounded familiar earlier...

However, why did this Japanese invader run all the way to China instead of staying on his own island?

"Since you dared to come, don't even think about leaving!"

Hu Gualing shouted loudly at the Black-Clad Men.

The enraged Black-Clad Men raised both hands, pulling shurikens from out of nowhere.

He threw them at him immediately.

Hu Gualing dared not take them head-on; he dodged to the side while closing the distance between them.

Just as he was about to throw a punch, there was a sudden poof.

A cloud of thick smoke rose from the Black-Clad Men, and by the time the smoke dissipated, the Black-Clad Men was nowhere to be seen.

A ninja?

Hu Gualing did not dare to be careless; he scanned his surroundings for a good while, and after confirming that the Black-Clad Men was truly gone, his Aura instantly deflated.

He groaned in pain, sat down, and held his back.

He had used the Lazy Donkey Roll skill continuously in a short period, leaving his muscles incredibly sore and even slightly torn.

Plus, there was the knife wound on his back—first struck hard by a club, then subjected to rolling and punching.

He didn't know what state the wound was in now.

Now that the fight was over, the excitement in his heart gradually subsided, and his sensory nerves were returning to normal.

The sensation of pain and exhaustion surged up like a tide.

In a daze, Hu Gualing didn't even have the strength to keep his eyelids open.

Just then, rapid footsteps came from the stairs, da da da da da...

A moment later, Wu Yingying came downstairs, ran anxiously to Hu Gualing, crouched down, and shook his shoulders, "Wake up, wake up!"

After shaking him twice, she saw Hu Gualing grimacing in pain and quickly stopped, "I... I'm sorry, are you okay?"

"What could possibly be wrong with me? My body is in great shape." Hu Gualing looked up and squeezed out a sunny, handsome smile.

Wu Yingying's expression darkened instantly.

Because she saw that Hu Gualing's forehead and face were covered in fine beads of sweat, and his lips were as pale as paper.

Realizing something, she quickly turned to look at Hu Gualing's back.

"Hiss—"

Wu Yingying covered her mouth tightly, her eyes misting over.

She saw an incredibly gruesome wound on Hu Gualing's back.

Blood was constantly seeping from the wound, staining half of his back red.

"What's wrong?" Hu Gualing asked.

"It's nothing, it's nothing." Wu Yingying replied with a suppressed voice, comforting Hu Gualing while also comforting herself, "You're Bleeding a bit on your back, let me help you stop it first..."

She rummaged through her bag, pulled out a sanitary pad, tore open the packaging, and, suppressing her fear, pressed it onto the wound on Hu Gualing's back.

It wasn't enough; the wound was too long!

Wu Yingying held the sanitary pad with one hand and took out another with the other, tore it open with her mouth, and pressed it onto the other half of the wound.

But even after doing this, blood was still seeping out from the wound.

Wu Yingying's expression shifted, struggling internally.

After only a second or two, she made a decision and cursed herself inwardly: at a time like this, why was she still worrying about such things!

She bent down, leaned over onto Hu Gualing's back, and pressed the full weight of her upper body onto the wound.

Hu Gualing gasped in pain.

However, visibly, the blood flowing from the wound was indeed decreasing and showed signs of stopping.

Wu Yingying heaved a sigh of relief and comforted him: "Just bear with it, the doctor will be here soon, you must hold on."

"Don't worry, I have a strong physique." Hu Gualing said, enduring the pain.

Feeling the warmth on his back, he felt a bit distracted and couldn't help but ask: "What are you using to stop the Bleeding for me?"

Wu Yingying blushed, "Don't talk! Save your strength."

Hu Gualing had no choice but to shut his mouth, thinking to himself, as expected of a Young Miss, everything she carries around is some high-quality item I don't recognize.

Vehicle sounds were soon heard outside the factory.

"Hurry, hurry, hurry!"

"Over here, over here!"

Old Deng brought a large group of people over.

"Yingying! Daddy is late, are you okay?" A middle-aged man in a suit with a potbelly and a receding hairline ran over anxiously, but when he saw his daughter from afar, hunched over and lying on a man's back, he couldn't help but freeze.

But now was not the time to worry about such things.

The next second, he saw the scene of devastation before him.

The shattered automatic glass door.

The smashed alarm.

The blood-stained military dagger.

The steel rod rolled to the side.

The daggers, the shurikens...

And four Black-Clad Men who were severely injured and lying on the ground, unable to get up despite wanting to escape.

And in the middle of this shocking scene.

A young man in the Jinkai Factory security uniform sat motionless in a pool of blood.

Everyone was shocked by this scene.

Click!

I don't know who reacted first, but they took out their phone and snapped a photo.

Immediately after, everyone took out their phones to take pictures and record videos.

The middle-aged man with the receding hairline also took a picture, then roared at the top of his lungs: "Stop filming! Hurry, hurry and save him! And those lying on the ground, control them all for me!"

"Yes, General Manager Wu!"

Everyone started to get busy.

Seeing a large group of people with stretchers and medicine kits, Hu Gualing finally released his last bit of energy, and his vision went black as he passed out...