Jiang Yue looked up and noticed he was staring darkly at her shoulder.
She doesn't want to lie so she simply replied, "It's nothing."
"Where's the captive?" She asked as she drank the water.
She still has to interrogate him.
Luo Zhelan grabbed her shoulder, "Were you shot?" He asked though he doesn't need to hear her answer to know that the woman was indeed shot in her shoulder.
His eyebrows furrowed as he stared at her beautiful face.
She has a small face, her skin was fair and her somehow pale lips are pursed. But what got him enthralled was her eyes. It looks so black and deep. It feels as if she has a lot of things to hide, and he wants to uncover all those secrets.
"Get your hands off of me." She lowly warned and glared at him.
He removed his hands.
"You don't want to get your wound treated?" He questioned.
He was caught off guard by how she can still be able to sit in front of him and be calm enough to talk with her bleeding shoulder.
Is this girl a masochist?
"I can do it on my own."
Remembering how capable she was in treating her friend's wound, he didn't push her to get treated by the doctor anymore.
"Then let's go and treat your wounds. I'll take you to the man right after." Jiang Yue raised her eyebrow. She thought about if she followed him or not, then decided to do so.
It's better to get this wound treated.
Qin Zirui squinted his eyes at the two people walking towards the car, "What's up with these two again?"
Yang Lei got out of the car, "Young Master Luo, where are we headed to?"
"To the Villa."
Jiang Yue stopped in her tracks when she heard that.
Luo Zhelan who noticed it, explained to her, "I ordered them to bring your captive to the villa."
Jiang Yue nodded and without even an invitation from any of them, opened the car and went inside.
Yang Lei couldn't help but be dumbstruck by what he saw. Seeing the look his Young Master is giving him, he immediately entered the car.
***
Jiang Yue got off the car and followed the man.
It was a simple villa, but extravagance can still be seen in any corner of it.
Yang Lei had already grabbed a medicine kit and given it to her and said in an apologetic tone. "We don't have any anesthetic here."
"It's fine, thank you."
She accepted it and went to one of the bathrooms to treat the gunshot wound.
Just like how she cleaned Jiang Xui's wound, Jiang Yue did not waste any second in removing the bullet and cleaning her wounds.
Removing a bullet is supposed to be done carefully especially if there isn't any anesthetic as it hurts a lot. But she has done it as if the person she's removing the bullet from isn't herself.
She could have removed the bullet from Jiang Xiu but she don't think the girl can take the pain since there wasn't any anesthetic. She doubt she would even be calm enough to remove the bullet though.
She cleaned her hand and the blood that has splashed on the sink. Knowing that she'll exert pressure on her shoulder for a while, Jiang Yue didn't bother to suture the wound.
She grabbed her shirt and was just gonna wear it when there was a knock on the door.
"Young Master Luo asked me to give this to you. It's new." She stared at the sweater that was given to her, then thanked the man in a low voice.
She went out wearing the new sweater. Although it was big, it was much better than her shirt a while ago.
"Where's the man?" She asked when she came up to the two men in the living room.
"In the basement." Qin Zirui answered as he stared at the girl in front of him wearing his good friend's sweater.
The corner of his lips twitched.
The four of them went down.
The man was tied to a chair and was already conscious.
Having seen the three of them, he was still calm, his face showing no fear.
"What do you want?" He arrogantly asked. As though the man who is at the mercy of others isn't him.
"Who sent you?" Jiang Yue coldly asked as she grabbed the gun that she brought.
"I do—" A gunshot can be heard ringing loudly in their ear and the man who has just opened his mouth screamed in pain as his leg was shot.
Qin Zirui and Yang Lei were startled by how fast it just happened. Luo Zhelan's eyebrows were raised as his interest is piqued.
"Who sent you?" Jiang Yue asked once again and walked closer to the man.
"I don't know— shit!" The man lay weakly on the chair as he gasped. He was once again just shot almost at his groin.
"Don't let me repeat myself."