"Damn it, see how I deal with her. If I don't smack her ass till it's swollen, my surname isn't Zhang!"
Zhang Xiaoqiang returned to the granary and chased after Yang Ke-er. He did not know why Yang Ke-er was acting up again. She did not know if there was a D2 or D3 BOSS in there.
Zhang Xiaoqiang entered the granary and saw Yang Ke-er shaking Brother Long. Yang Ke-er was Brother Long's niece, and although they were not close, they shared the same bloodline. Yang Ke-er could still think of Brother Long when she was retreating. Who said she was heartless?
Zhang Xiao Qiang cursed inwardly and ran to Yang Ke 'er's side, using his hands to grab Brother Long's legs. He then shouted at Yang Ke' er who was calling out to Brother Long: "Grab his head and get out first!"
Yang Ke-er did not say anything else and grabbed Brother Long's shoulders. The two of them started running.
"Ah ~ ~ ~" A scream came from behind. Zhang Xiaoqiang turned around and saw a figure flying out from the granary towards Zhang Xiaoqiang and the rest. "F * ck … …" Zhang Xiaoqiang cursed in his heart and threw Brother Long's legs to the side.
The person who had flown out from the storeroom landed with a 'peng' on the ground about 2m away from Zhang Xiao Qiang. His body continued to roll on the ground, before landing on Brother Long's body. He then leaped over Brother Long's body and stopped moving. The person's limbs were all twisted in a strange manner, and the back of his head was caved in, revealing a huge gash. His white skull could be seen, and fresh blood flowed out from the wound.
Yang Ke-er felt her hands sink, as Zhang Xiaoqiang threw Brother Long's legs to the side. A huge force came from her hands, and she almost lost her grip on Brother Long. It was the unlucky man who knocked into Brother Long, causing him to groan and spit out a mouthful of blood.
Zhang Xiaoqiang did not think much and ran towards Yang Ke-er, preparing to drag Brother Long out with her.
He then saw 2 100 jin sacks of rice flying out from the storeroom, as they separated in the air, one spinning towards the distance, while the other flew towards Yang Ke 'er.
"Be careful!"
Zhang Xiaoqiang saw the sacks of rice and shouted at Yang Ke-er, warning her to dodge. When Yang Ke-er heard Zhang Xiaoqiang's warning, she was taken aback. She was carrying Brother Long, and it was inconvenient for her to move. Before she could consider if she should let go, the sacks of rice slammed into her back, and Yang Ke-er subconsciously let go of her arms. Zhang Xiaoqiang suddenly felt that time was passing extremely slowly. Yang Ke-er's eyes were filled with shock, as her frail body floated forward. In an instant, Yang Ke-er fell to the ground and slid forward 2 to 3 metres, spitting out a mouthful of blood.
Seeing that Yang Ke-er was injured, Zhang Xiaoqiang's eyes reddened. He roared and ran to Yang Ke-er's side, flipping her over. He carefully lifted Yang Ke-er's upper body, using his right arm to cushion the back of Yang Ke-er's neck. He used his left thumb to wipe away the blood stains on her lips.
Yang Ke-er was not in a good state. Her breathing was weak, and her face was pale. There was a large scratch on her face from the rough surface of the cement floor. The small cuts were like gauze, and beads of blood slowly seeped out. Zhang Xiaoqiang took out the glass bottle containing the hemostatic powder, using his teeth to bite off the cap. He then sprinkled all the powder onto Yang Ke-er's face.
After her bleeding stopped, Zhang Xiaoqiang carefully laid her down on the ground. He poured out a life-saving pill and fed it to her. About 10 seconds later, Yang Ke-er's breathing stabilized. Zhang Xiaoqiang carried her and ran out the door. Brother Long's life was no longer in Zhang Xiaoqiang's hands. Zhang Xiaoqiang couldn't care less about Brother Long's life. Even a thousand Brother Longs couldn't compare to a single strand of Yang Ke-er's hair.
Zhang Xiaoqiang carried Yang Ke-er as he ran. As he ran, he felt the ground tremble slightly, and a few men's cries of fear came from behind him. A man in tattered clothes flew past him, crashing into the ground in front of him. Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't want to look behind him, and just carried Yang Ke-er as he ran. Yang Ke-er might not be old, but her body wasn't light. It wasn't easy for Zhang Xiaoqiang to carry her as he ran.
Another figure flew past his head, and Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't react to the man in front of him. He paused for a moment before stepping over the body and continued running. The D2 seemed to be purposely making life difficult for him. Zhang Xiaoqiang heard a scream, and a figure flew towards his back. Zhang Xiaoqiang felt something was wrong, and he tried to lean to the side. A person brushed past him, and the person's leg hooked onto Zhang Xiaoqiang's leg. Zhang Xiaoqiang was thrown off balance by the impact, and he fell to the ground with Yang Ke-er in his arms.
Luckily, the force wasn't too great, and Zhang Xiaoqiang had time to adjust his posture, allowing Yang Ke-er to fall on top of him. Zhang Xiaoqiang turned his head to look, only to see the D2's huge figure chasing after Chen Yi. Chen Yi's hands were empty, and the pistol at his waist was nowhere to be seen. The 6 magazines that were originally on his body were also gone, and his clothes were almost like rags, hanging on his body in strands. His face was covered in soot and grime, and his eyes were bloodshot as he gritted his teeth and waved his arms, his eyes staring at the door as though he was trying to escape.
The D2 was tall and had long legs, and any step it took was longer than a normal person could take. Even though Chen Yi had used all his strength, the D2 was able to catch up to him in just a few steps. Chen Yi had been keeping a close eye on the D2, and when he saw it coming for him, he quickly lowered his body to dodge its claws. Chen Yi dodged the D2's claws, but was struck in the chest by the D2's thigh. Chen Yi felt like he had been hit by a speeding tank, and with a loud scream, he was sent flying into a smoky off-road vehicle. After crashing into the vehicle, he was bounced back to the ground. He lay on the ground, panting heavily, his eyes filled with fear as he looked at the D2 walking towards him.
Zhang Xiaoqiang did not continue to look at the D2 and Chen Yi, picking up Yang Ke-er and preparing to continue his escape. Chen Yi saw Zhang Xiaoqiang's figure and shouted for help, but Zhang Xiaoqiang ignored him and ran towards the main door. As he ran, Zhang Xiaoqiang stepped on the broken glass on the ground, creating a "kacha" sound.
Zhang Xiaoqiang's running attracted the attention of the D2, and it abandoned Chen Yi to chase after Zhang Xiaoqiang. Zhang Xiaoqiang heard the D2's footsteps behind him, and knew that if he continued to carry Yang Ke-er, he would not have a chance to escape. At this moment, Yuan Yi appeared in front of him, probably because he had heard the screams coming from the granary, and had come to check on Zhang Xiaoqiang's safety. The moment he entered, he saw Zhang Xiaoqiang lying on the ground, and the D2 had sent Chen Yi flying.
Looking at the D2 in front of her, her heart went numb. The previous time, she had been frightened just from looking at it from afar, and now that she was so close to it, it was even more terrifying. The D2's height and sturdy body caused her to feel an immense pressure. In front of it, she felt so tiny, so insignificant. It was as though with a wave of its hand, she would be blown away like a dandelion. Right now, she had no hope of defeating the D2, no hope … it was … despair.
However, she did not turn and run like Su Qian. The previous time, she did not run, and it would be the same this time. No matter where he was, as long as she could be by his side, so what if she was in hell?
So what if she was torn to shreds by that despairing monster?
Yuan Yi ran in front of Zhang Xiaoqiang, her eyes bloodshot as she looked at him. However, there was a tinge of fear in her eyes. Although it was fear, she still looked at him resolutely. As long as he gave the order, she would raise her blade and charge forward, just like Don Quixote, towards the giant in her heart.
Zhang Xiaoqiang passed Yang Ke-er to her, and said: "Quick, run!"
Pulling out the Jing Wei Sword, he turned and ran towards the D2. Yes, he had left his hope of survival to the girl who often gave him headaches, but also warmth, Yang Ke-er. He had always known of Yang Ke-er's feelings for him, and he had long treated Yang Ke-er as a part of him that he could not abandon. Even if he had to abandon her, he would abandon himself. He wanted to protect this innocent, adorable girl who treated him wholeheartedly. He was a man, a firm believer of male chauvinism.