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Chapter 10 Don't Hang Up

There is no advantage in escaping in the parking lot, especially when there are many people on the other side.

There is only one exit, and if it is blocked, there is nowhere to run.

Cong Lang knew this very well, so he chose the shortest path and ran towards the exit.

Those who are chasing also know that they are chasing after him.

At this time, physical fitness is particularly important.

Cong Lang quickly estimated the current situation, and felt that he might really have to explain it here today.

He had been hunted down and escaped all the way before, and then he met Lan Jing again. The two fought to the death, and their physical strength had already been exhausted.

Running now depends on survival instinct.

Seeing that the distance between the two sides was getting closer, Cong Lang glanced at Lan Jing who was being pulled by him, and then shook off the opponent's hand, "You run first."

Lan Jing's physical fitness is good, and he should still have strength. As long as he stays for a while, the opponent should be able to run away.

Lan Jing didn't do that, but stopped with him, and said, "Run away."

After he finished speaking, he turned his head abruptly, and met the person behind him involuntarily.

Tsk, what a tiger.

Cong Lang sighed, and laughed again with the corners of his mouth pulled, his arms trembling, he clenched the saber in his hand, and swung it towards the rushing enemy.

This was one of the rare fierce fights that Cong Lang had ever experienced. There were many opponents, and all of them were specially trained fighters.

Cong Lang became more and more powerless, sweat mixed with blood dripped from between the browbones drop by drop, the excessive blood loss and severe physical exhaustion made his ears roar.

His vision also became blurred, and the long blare of the siren outside could be heard indistinctly, but the distance seemed to be still in the sky, and Cong Lang knew that he had no strength to support them to rescue them.

It's a pity that this cat was hurt, Cong Lang sighed, and couldn't help but look at Lan Jing beside him, thinking of apologizing to Lan Jing before he died.

However, at the moment when he tilted his head, what he could see was a very crisp hand knife that Lan Jing slashed.

Cong Lang was knocked out, Lan Jing panted heavily and glared at the people who were approaching them, but the other party didn't take advantage of it, they fell all over the place, but there were still a few who were still fighting - they were enough He and Cong Lang's fate.

"Mu Zixing, are you there?" Lan Jing asked suddenly.

The people on the opposite side didn't say a word, but their steps stopped obviously.

Knowing that he had guessed right, Lan Jing's eyes suddenly sank, and he said coldly, "Where is Mu Zixing? Call him and say I'm Lan Jing."

The leader didn't say a word, and raised his hand as a pause gesture.

He took out his mobile phone, went to the side, dialed a number, and reported a few words to the person on the other end of the phone. After a while, the person turned back and gave an order to his companions to retreat.

"Hey, take these away." Lan Jing kicked the saber and swing stick in his hand, otherwise he wouldn't be able to tell when the police came later.

The leader took a look at him and told people to pick up these two things.

When these people were gone, Lan Jing's tensed shoulders suddenly loosened, and he fell to half kneel beside Cong Lang.

He checked the injury on Cong Lang's lower abdomen, then took off his shirt and wrapped it around Cong Lang's waist.

"Hey."

Lan Jing patted Cong Lang's face, but he didn't know whether it was because he lost too much blood or the knife was too ruthless. The other party didn't respond at all.

Tsk, don't hang up, I don't want to go to the police station, Lan Jing complained silently in his heart.

He is not afraid of causing trouble, but he is afraid of trouble, and getting involved in a life lawsuit is the most troublesome.

But I have done everything that should be done, and this guy can only resign himself to his fate if he dies or not.

Lan Jing hummed twice, and lay down in front of Cong Lang with the corners of his mouth curled up, but when he thought of the people who had just left, his dark eyes were gloomy with frost.