Tangmo's quick bandaging didn't do much. After the strenuous movements, the adhesive tape on Xuzhong Qi's abdominal wound was torn open. The gauze that originally clogged the wound fell to the ground, and fresh blood started to flow out.
Xuzhong Qi covered his wound in silence, but the continuously flowing blood left a long trail of blood on the ground.
"Luo'er!" Coming out of the street, Cheng Ziang, who was in charge of the rendezvous, rushed up. Seeing Xuzhong Qi's injury, he furrowed his brows, "What happened?"
"There's no time for explanations. Is the carriage ready?" Luo'er asked.
"It is, it's right over there." Cheng Ziang nodded, pointing to a spot about a hundred meters away.
"Go and help, I'll take Xuzhong Qi to the carriage first!" Luo'er took off the AK rifle he carried and handed it to Cheng Ziang.
"Understood!" Cheng Ziang nodded, accepting the rifle, and after pulling out a magazine from Xuzhong Qi's belt, he went to support Hu Daoke.
