PFC Chapter 139 Escape
Chapter 139 Escape
Although Zhang Jing's tone was calm, Xia Wan'er was completely frightened. She suddenly let go of her hand and took a step back.
She had never felt so scared before when facing the threats from those thugs, or even their knives.
But in front of Zhang Jing, she felt a real life threat.
She knew that if she said another word, Zhang Jing's sword would probably cut her throat without hesitation.
Xia Qingluo didn't have time to react, Zhang Jing's action of raising the sword happened too suddenly.
The next second, she felt her body lighten and was picked up by Zhang Jing's strong arms.
Zhang Jing held Xia Qingluo in one hand with his strong arms, held a long sword in his right hand, and walked out quickly.
The chaotic thoughts in Xia Qingluo's mind suddenly became clear.
Oh no, Xia Wan'er seemed to want to stage a scene of sisterly love just now.
If this was Xia Wan'er's plan, then she had to cooperate to the end, at least to maintain this illusion on the surface.
In Zhang Jing's arms, Xia Qingluo could only pretend to be panicked. She shouted Xia Wan'er's name, "Wan'er!"
Xia Wan'er chased after him relentlessly, anxious and worried, "Lolo! Who is he? Why did he take you away?"
Xia Qingluo responded: "He is my friend."
As he spoke, Xia Qingluo punched Zhang Jing on the back. It seemed like he was using a lot of force, but in fact, it was very gentle.
"Put me down. My sister is still behind me. I can't leave her behind."
Zhang Jing frowned, feeling a little helpless.
Is Xia Qingluo stupid? Doesn't she know who drugged her?
She actually still cares about the sister who drugged her?
But Zhang Jing didn't have time to explain so much to Xia Qingluo. He just wanted to take Xia Qingluo away from here as soon as possible.
Zhang Jing quickened his pace instantly. His feet were so fast that every step seemed to be in the air, so fast that people could not see clearly.
His body was light and agile, as if he was walking on clouds. He made no sound, but his speed was terrifyingly fast.
Xia Qingluo widened her eyes in Zhang Jing's arms. She felt that the valuable ornaments on both sides of the corridor became blurred due to Zhang Jing's high-speed movement, and there was even the sound of strong wind whistling past her ears.
Xia Qingluo then realized that Zhang Jing had not used his full speed during previous morning exercises.
Can humans really run that fast?
In less than thirty seconds, Zhang Jing had left Xia Wan'er far behind, perhaps even leaving her behind by several corridors.
Xia Qingluo punched Zhang Jing's strong back and said, "You can put me down now."
Zhang Jing asked in confusion, "Aren't your arms and legs weak? How are you going to run if I put you down?"
Xia Qingluo smiled slyly and brightly, "I wasn't drugged, I'm fine."
Zhang Jing was slightly stunned, stopped, and put the person down.
Seeing Xia Qingluo standing steadily in place, that beautiful little face with a hint of smile, so charming and attractive.
Zhang Jing reacted instantly and understood everything, "You have been acting all this time?"
"Of course I know. I'm not a fool."
Although there was no one in the corridor, Xia Qingluo did not dare to stop to chat with Zhang Jing, so he grabbed Zhang Jing's wrist and continued to run along the corridor.
"Xia Wan'er is not a good person to begin with. She has been involved in so many scandals before. She must be someone who has no bottom line in doing things to achieve her goals."
Xia Qingluo turned her eyes slightly and looked at Zhang Jing, her eyes were so bright that they seemed to contain thousands of stars, "But it's not accidental that I asked you for help."
"I guessed the problem would be tricky, so I answered your call. Luckily you didn't hang up and kept listening."
"But why did you come to save me in person?"
Zhang Jing looked at her eyes in a daze for a moment, and then he realized that he was so worried about Xia Qingluo's safety that he forgot to call the police.
"I didn't think so much at the time." Zhang Jing's voice was slightly cold. Listening to Xia Qingluo's casual tone, his eyes were filled with warm anger.
Is this tricky?
If anything went wrong at any stage, Xia Qingluo would be dead.
Zhang Jing clenched his fists unconsciously. He wanted to say something to Xia Qingluo, but then he remembered that his wrist was still held by her.
He lowered his eyes to look at the pair of small hands as white as jade. Somehow, he subconsciously turned his wrists and held Xia Qingluo's hands instead.
The moment Zhang Jing touched Xia Qingluo's hand, a strange feeling surged in his heart.
Zhang Jing has never had much interest in women since he was a child. This is not directed at women, but he has no interest in anyone equally.
Naturally, there has never been such a thing as holding hands.
Even when fighting, the most they would do is pull the person's wrist and pull him aside.
Only then did he understand why so many couples walked hand in hand and why men liked to hold women's hands.
It turns out that girls' hands are so soft, so small, and so warm.
Zhang Jing was obviously very angry, but his tone was much softer when he spoke, "Don't do such dangerous things next time."
"Although I don't know whether you are performing this drama to test the relationship between you and your sister, or for something else."
"But everything should be based on your safety. If I didn't have such a high sense of security, I might have hung up the phone when I heard your incomprehensible words on the other end of the phone..."
Xia Qingluo's temples couldn't help but throb as he listened to Zhang Jing's endless "education".
Zhang Jing is usually very frugal with words, why is he suddenly talking so much today?
The two men talked eagerly as they ran.
However, when I turned the corner, I encountered ten men in gray and yellow uniforms.
Each of the men's arms was thicker than Xia Qingluo's thighs. Their eyes were fierce and cruel, and they were equipped with stun guns, electric batons and other weapons in their hands.
Among them, the man with blue pupils standing at the back took out the intercom and reported: "Area B21, the woman in the locker room has been rescued, and the man with the sword is also here."
Zhang Jing's eyes suddenly became sharp, and he threw his most skilled eight-sided Han sword to Xia Qingluo without hesitation.
"You take it."
Xia Qingluo did not refuse. He caught the Eight-sided Han Sword steadily, gripped the hilt tightly with both hands, squatted slightly, and his fox eyes became cold at this moment.
Zhang Jing took out the short knife and dagger from his waist and held them in both hands.
The next second, the two rushed up at the same time.
Xia Qingluo's swordsmanship was sharp, and every time he swung his sword there was a sound of breaking through the air.
Zhang Jing's dagger and sword were like the fangs of poisonous snakes, always striking when the enemy was least prepared.
Their figures shuttled back and forth between the enemies, like a wonderful dance. Their coordination was seamless, killing them layer by layer.
"boom!"
However, the next second, a gunshot was heard and a bullet shot towards Zhang Jing.
Suddenly, a sharp gunshot pierced the air.
A bullet shot towards Zhang Jing like lightning, so fast that people had no time to react.
But Zhang Jing reacted faster. At the critical moment, he suddenly reached out and pulled a man in front of him to block the bullet for him.
The man who was used as a shield was shot and fell to the ground before he could even let out a scream.
Xia Qingluo's pupils suddenly shrank and he quickly looked towards the source of the bullet.
A man in a black suit was pointing a Kellogg pistol at them, with wisps of smoke coming out of the black muzzle.