landbeastnovel Chapter 73 A Righteous Act
Chapter 73 A Righteous Act
Gunshots rang out in the narrow alley, and the gunman on the high point on the right fell to the ground with a thud.
Fang Shuwen didn't look at the result of the shot; he quickly dodged behind cover.
Because at that moment, the remaining gunmen realized what was happening.
Bullets rained down on him like they were free, sending sparks flying from the telephone pole.
He shrank back, his back pressed against the concrete pole, his mind racing to calculate how many enemies were left.
At least two, possibly three.
He pulled out his pistol, counted the bullets, and found he had three left.
It's clearly not enough.
He wasn't a sharpshooter; given the circumstances, he couldn't hit vitals with every shot.
Just then, the roar of a car engine came from the other end of the alley.
Okay, quick! A black Buick blocked the intersection.
"Damn it! Who the hell fired a gun here? They have absolutely no respect for the law!"
Guo Ziming.
Fang Shuwen was stunned for a moment. Why did this fat man suddenly appear at this time?
Immediately afterwards, a shot rang out.
It wasn't the sound of his small pistol, but the sound of a Mauser pistol.
A scream came from the high point on the right, and another gunman fell.
"Damn it, how dare they bully my men? Ah Da and Ah Er, beat them up!"
Guo Ziming's voice was shrill and loud, and could be heard half a street away.
His two bodyguards held up this time, each armed with two Mauser pistols, suppressing the enemy's firepower so much that they couldn't even raise their heads.
Soon, two screams rang out from that spot.
The two gunmen on the wall were hit, and the barrage of fire was instantly torn apart.
Taking advantage of the opening, Fang Shuwen darted out from behind the telephone pole, unleashing his full power in a serpentine movement, and darted forward along the base of the wall.
The last gunman was caught in a pincer movement and panicked, unsure which way to aim his gun.
Fang Shuwen didn't give him a chance to hesitate and fired a shot.
The man fell to the ground with a thud, and the spear in his hand bounced twice on the ground.
The alley was finally quiet.
All that remained was the smell of gunpowder mixed with the stench of blood, making one feel nauseous.
Fang Shuwen tucked the pistol back into his waistband, took a few deep breaths, and then turned and ran towards Zheng Shulan.
Are you alright?
He opened the back door, and Zheng Shulan, who was huddled under the seat, remained calm and composed.
"I'm fine."
Her voice trembled slightly, but it was much better than before; at least she didn't cry.
Fang Shuwen pulled her out from under the car seat, checked her over, and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw no blood.
"Old Zhao!"
He went around to the driver's side and opened the car door.
Old Zhao slumped in his seat, half of his body covered in blood.
But he was still conscious. When he saw Fang Shuwen coming over, he grinned, revealing his teeth stained with blood.
"Young Master Fang, it's nothing, just a slight bump on the shoulder."
Fang Shuwen looked at his wound. The bullet had grazed his shoulder, causing a superficial wound but not hitting the bone. He wouldn't die for the time being.
"Bear with it, I'll bandage you up."
He rummaged through the car and found a clean cloth, quickly wrapped it around Old Zhao's arm several times, and stopped the bleeding.
At this moment, Guo Ziming climbed out of his Buick.
Wearing a flashy suit, his hair slicked back with styling that gleamed in the sunlight, he looked like a nouveau riche.
No, he's a nouveau riche second-generation.
"Fang Shuwen?"
Guo Ziming walked up to him, looked him up and down, curled his lip slightly, and said jokingly:
"What are you doing here? And you got beaten up? Tsk tsk, you've got really bad luck."
Fang Shuwen looked at him, unsure of what to say for a moment.
Although the fat guy has a foul mouth, he really helped a lot just now.
If he hadn't arrived in time with his men, even if he could have won, he doesn't know what price he would have had to pay.
Thanks.
Fang Shuwen cupped his hands in a respectful gesture, his words sincere.
Guo Ziming was stunned for a moment, clearly not expecting this reaction.
He had his hands in his pockets, his chin held high.
"What are you thanking me for? I was just passing by and didn't like those guys. If they were a dog getting beaten up by them, I would have shot it too."
"Besides, you used to work for me, you're mine, and only I can bully you."
Ah Da and Ah Er exchanged a glance, neither daring to utter a sound.
The reason they are here today is that they specifically followed the Zheng family's car.
The young master was planning to intercept Fang Shuwen and teach him a lesson.
Fang Shuwen's lips twitched. Well, this fat guy is still the same.
"Anyway, I'll remember this. I'll treat you to drinks another day."
"Drinking?" Guo Ziming snorted. "Can you afford it? I only drink imported liquor; one bottle is worth your monthly food expenses."
Fang Shuwen was too lazy to argue with him and turned to look at Zheng Shulan.
"Can you walk?"
Zheng Shulan nodded, her legs still a little weak, but she managed to stand up.
"I'll take you back."
Guo Ziming was quite generous at this moment, nodding towards his Buick.
"Get in the car, there might be another wave coming to this lousy place later."
Fang Shuwen thought about it and didn't refuse.
The Zheng family's car was hit by a bullet, and the driver, Lao Zhao, was also injured.
Nobody knows if there are any gunmen left, so it's better to have Guo Ziming send them back; it'll be safer that way.
He helped Lao Zhao to the back seat, let Zheng Shulan sit in it, and then sat in the passenger seat himself.
Guo Ziming got into the car and shouted to A Da, "You drive, I'm going to rest for a bit."
Ah Da responded and started the car.
The Buick turned out of the narrow alley and drove north along the main road.
After a moment of silence in the car, Guo Ziming suddenly spoke:
"Fang Shuwen, have you gotten into some trouble lately? Those gunmen don't look like ordinary thugs; they're well-equipped."
Fang Shuwen didn't answer directly, only saying, "I'm not quite sure either."
Guo Ziming glanced at him but didn't ask any further questions.
This fat guy may be a spoiled brat, but he's not stupid.
Furthermore, the relationship between the two is delicate; they've even fought before.
If Fang Shuwen didn't want to talk about something, he couldn't get it out of him no matter how hard he asked.
The car stopped in front of the Zheng residence. Fang Shuwen helped Old Zhao out of the car, and Zheng Shulan followed behind.
"Guo Ziming, thank you for today."
Zheng Shulan stood on the steps, nodded to Guo Ziming, and spoke in a much more polite tone than usual.
Guo Ziming paused for a moment, a hint of unease flashing across his face, and waved his hand: "Alright, alright, you guys hurry up and go in, stop dawdling here."
"In a couple of days, I'll challenge you to a duel. You can't refuse this time."
After saying that, he gestured with his chin toward Ah Da: "Let's go back."
The Buick turned around and drove away along the road it had come from.
Fang Shuwen stood at the entrance of the Zheng residence, watching the taillights of the car disappear around the street corner, feeling a strange and inexplicable feeling in his heart.
This fat guy doesn't seem so bad after all.
"Fang Shuwen, are you alright?"
Zheng Shulan's voice came from behind, tinged with worry.
"fine."
Fang Shuwen turned around, helped Old Zhao up, and stepped into the gate of the Zheng residence.