Ye Zilong, the little comrade, had the materialistic determination to believe in science and break the feudal superstition. He also had the contempt of a superior for a poor loser like Du Kang. He decided to let Du Kang know that there was no place for a loser like him to talk.
After saying that, before Du Kang, Rui Hong, and the others could react, he had already rushed to the door of dormitory 444 and kicked it.
Squeak …
The old iron door simply couldn't withstand Ye Zilong's powerful kick. With a 'kacha' sound, half of the door was kicked off from the door frame, leaving only the upper half of the door hanging on the door frame, swaying back and forth.
A gust of cold wind blew out from the dormitory, mixed with the old rotten smell of not being exposed to sunlight for a long time and a faint damp smell.
Everyone present was petrified. Ye Zilong glanced at the dormitory and turned to look at Du Kang and Yang Kangle. He curled his lips in disdain and pointed his thumb at the dark dormitory twice. "Is this what you mean by 'strangers don't come near'?"
His tone was full of sarcasm and ridicule. Yang Kangle blushed and was about to explode. He was stopped by Jiao Zhitong and whispered something in his ear. Yang Kangle's expression changed. He took a deep look at Ye Zilong, who was sneering with his arms crossed. He stomped his feet angrily and turned to leave.
At this moment, Du Kang did not care about the sarcasm in Ye Zilong's words, because the moment the door was kicked open, Du Kang's heart skipped a beat. That feeling was like a person walking in the deep forest at night, and suddenly, a black shadow rushed past the tip of his nose in front of him.
His heart palpitated, as if his heart was gripped by an invisible big hand.
Du Kang slowly stood up from the chair, put the Buddha's Hand into his backpack, wrapped the Octane Blast, and cupped his fists at the embarrassed Jiao Zhitong. Without saying a word, he carried his backpack and left the crowd.
"Xiao Pang … Xiao Pang, wait for me!"
Jiao Zhitong could not help but panic when he saw Du Kang like this. He hurriedly chased after him, but how could he catch up with Du Kang? When Jiao Zhitong rushed downstairs, he only saw Weiwei's car disappear from the school gate in the distance.
"Captain Jiao, what happened to him?" Yang Kangle came over and asked Jiao Zhitong who was exasperated.
"Nothing?
It's just that he made that Ye guy angry. "
Jiao Zhitong waved his hand impatiently, telling Yang Kangle not to bother him. He took out a box of Zhonghua and, as the captain of the Criminal Police Force, squatted at the entrance of the girls' dormitory and sucked in big mouthfuls.
Yang Kangle did not leave. Instead, he hesitated for a moment and finally squatted beside Jiao Zhitong. He lowered his voice and said, "Captain Jiao, why don't we stay out of this? When Xiao Pang rushed over just now, he didn't look good. Well, he didn't look angry, but scared. I'm afraid this matter will be very troublesome."
Jiao Zhitong took a deep breath, and his whole face was covered by the gray smoke. He let out a long sigh, stood up, and looked in the direction of the Medical University's gate. "So what if his hand is pricked?
Even if his hand is chopped off, we have to take care of it. This is our responsibility. "
"The most important thing now is what we should do next. Du Kang is easy to deal with, but Weiwei is the key. Although she didn't say it, I can see that the relationship between them is not simple. Now, whether Du Kang leaves in anger or flees, if Weiwei finds out, none of us can bear the responsibility."
"Is it really that serious?" Yang Kangle was a little confused.
"Is it really that serious?"
Jiao Zhitong smiled helplessly. "The power behind Weiwei is far more terrifying than you can imagine. Even the Sixth Bureau of the National Security Bureau has to give her face. Those old immortals in the Forbidden City are also friends with her. What do you think?"
"Then …" Yang Kangle looked upstairs unconsciously. His meaning was very clear. Could Ye Zilong, who had challenged Du Kang's place, stand up?
Jiao Zhitong threw the cigarette butt that was still smoking on the ground, and lifted his foot to crush it. "Him?
Who do you think has more weight, a local tycoon or an elder of the Forbidden City who controls the fate of the country? "
There was nothing more to say. Yang Kangle gave a meaningful smile, rubbed his hands hard, and hooked his arm around Jiao Zhitong's shoulder. "Captain Jiao, let's go. Anyway, the situation here has gone out of our control. Why don't we have a meal and wait for the people of the National Security Bureau to arrive?"
Jiao Zhitong looked up at the dark window of Dormitory 444, let out a long sigh, and left with Yang Kangle.
The driver was Yang Kangle. Jiao Zhitong leaned against the backrest and lit another cigarette, but he didn't smoke it. Instead, he raised his hand in front of his eyes, watching the tobacco and paper being burned to ashes by the red flame.
"Captain Jiao, what's wrong?
I feel that you are strange recently. You weren't like this before. "Yang Kangle chatted with Jiao Zhitong while driving.
Jiao Zhitong threw the half-burned cigarette butt into the ashtray and rubbed his face hard. "What else can I do? Our territory has been in such a mess recently. How can I not be annoyed?
And that unlucky daughter of mine. Look at her. She's only seventeen or eighteen years old, but instead of thinking about studying and getting into a good university, she only knows how to livestream and play games. These past two days, her teacher even called her parents, saying that she's having puppy love problems again. Her grades are plummeting. "
"Huh?" Yang Kangle couldn't help laughing. "Captain Jiao, your daughter is in a relationship?
This is a good thing. "
"Bullsh * t!"
"Ouch, don't hit me!" Yang Kangle's strange cry came from the car. The car drove into the traffic and disappeared in a flash.
On the other hand, after Du Kang got out of the car, he stumbled into the 1314 convenience store. He hung a "Closed" sign on the door and rushed into the storeroom. Just as he reached the door, he felt his vision blacking out. He lost his balance and quickly grabbed the door frame to prevent himself from falling to the ground.
A black aura appeared on Du Kang's face, and his chest heaved up and down. He opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood. His body swayed, and he slid to the ground.
"Hehe," Du Kang leaned against the wall and felt himself constantly falling. The world was spinning and countless figures appeared in front of him. It was a mess, but he could not see who these people were. "Guan Yin Bodhisattva, could it be that I, Du Kang, have reached the end of my lifespan?
Sister Chu, why aren't you back yet? If you don't come back soon, I will really report to the King of Hell. "
Just as Du Kang's eyes slowly closed, a figure rushed in with a strong gust of wind and stopped beside Du Kang. It was Weiwei. Looking at the pool of blood by her feet, Weiwei couldn't help but frown. She reached out and pressed on Du Kang's carotid artery.
"Phew, thank goodness, thank goodness. I won't die. Xiao Pang, you scared me to death."
As Weiwei spoke, she took out a cloth bag from her first-aid kit and opened it. Inside was a row of silver needles of different lengths and thicknesses. She twisted the thickest needle and pressed it directly into Du Kang's heart.
Although the silver needle pierced into the skin, there was no blood seeping out. Halfway in, Weiwei gently twisted her fingers twice and flicked them.