Xiaofeng wanted to speak, but the moment he opened his mouth, blood froth began to gurgle out.
Yang Yi pressed hard against Xiaofeng's chest wound with both hands, and then he called out to Danny, "His arm is bleeding out too fast, wrap his arm for him, hurry!"
Danny had already pulled out his belt. He kept his right hand with the gun on guard, while with his left, he slipped the belt under Xiaofeng's right arm, stepped on the buckle with his foot, wound it quickly around the arm, and then pulled it tight.
"Xiaofeng, talk!"
Blood froth spitting from his mouth, Xiaofeng mumbled unclearly, "K3, it's K3..."
"Alright, I got it, K3!"
After Danny hastily replied, four or five people had already rushed over through the corridor.
Ah Yao, who had treated Kate's wounds before, was the first to reach Xiaofeng. He took one look and his face immediately turned very grim as he said, "Let go, let me do it."
