Save you?
How am I supposed to save you?
Zhou Yi watched Xie Zhaolong beg for help while coughing up bloody froth. With a complicated expression, he took out his phone and dialed 120 for an ambulance.
That was the only humanitarian aid he could offer at that moment.
Xie Zhaolong had been wounded in a vital part of his chest. Zhou Yi did not know how deep the wound was, but judging by the blood pouring out, his increasingly unfocused eyes, and his fading cries for help, his death was already a foregone conclusion.
Good and evil receive their due in the end; heaven's justice comes full circle.
Brother Long probably never dreamed that he would meet such a miserable end.
But Zhou Yi knew perfectly well that, in his previous life, not a single crime boss with a record as long as Xie Zhaolong's had escaped the iron fist of the Crackdown on Organized Crime.
So even if you don't die today, you'll be taken to the execution ground sooner or later. And compared with your original fate of being crushed to pieces by a train, at least you'll leave an intact corpse now, won't you?
"C-Captain Zhou..." Xie Zhaolong had already realized that he was dying. He looked at Zhou Yi pleadingly and struggled to move his lips. "Help... help me... give this... to Li Ruoyun... tell her... I'm... I'm sorry..."
As though experiencing a final rally, Xie Zhaolong summoned every last ounce of strength, ripped the Wooden Carving Pendant from his neck, and passed it through the car doorway into Zhou Yi's hand.
"Please..."
After those final words, Xie Zhaolong slumped limply and showed no further sign of life.
On the evening of September 5, Xie Zhaolong, known in the underworld as "Brother Long" and the