Chi Jiao looked pitiful as she supported Quan Jue helplessly. "Officer Huo, these people have guns. They want to kill us. I'm so afraid."
When Huo Chen heard that, his expression instantly changed. "Hurry up and search them for guns. Take them all away."
"Cough, cough, cough." On the other end, Quan Jue coughed at the side.
Chi Jiao's heart instantly jumped into her throat. "Brother, are you injured?"
Immediately after, Chi Jiao realized that his right hand was hanging unnaturally by his side, and his fingertips were stained with blood.
Chi Jiao quickly took off his jacket. Only then did she shockingly discover a deep knife wound on his arm.
The open wound was still bleeding profusely. Quan Jue's shirt was drenched, and his arm was dyed red.
Chi Jiao felt a lump in her throat as her eyes turned red instantly.
Quan Jue was extremely frantic. He quickly consoled her, "It's just a small wound. It doesn't hurt at all."
