Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Chapter 1035: The Story of Ling and Heng (298)

"Ah, fuck—-" the man who received the blow cried out in pain. His head was covered in blood as he raised the rod in his hand to charge forward.

Feng Ling could barely keep her eyes open. She held onto her consciousness with some difficulty and felt as though the world was spinning on its axis. Although Li Nanheng only had one arm around her, his grip was firm. As he held her in his grip to avoid the opponent, she could feel him returning the blow with ease.

Even though she was a significant burden in his embrace, he moved as though he was simply carrying out a training exercise in the base. Even with a sandbag that weighed around 45 kilograms in his arms, he could ensure that both him and the sandbag were unharmed. For Li Nanheng, this was clearly a simple task. Furthermore, these three men were but small fries to him. Even if they were armed with metal rods, knives and guns, their guns were clearly not good enough to be a match against him.

Precisely because of this, Feng Ling was not worried for the man's safety. However, the man had received a blow from the metal rod earlier. She wasn't sure how his injury was right now. Although she could sense that Li Nanheng's movements were unaffected, her gaze remained on the man who held her firmly in his embrace. She said softly, "Don't get hurt."

Li Nanheng threw a kick toward the back and vaguely heard the soft nagging from the woman in his embrace. He lowered his head to glance at Feng Ling, and saw that she was resting against his chest with her eyes shut. His lips curved up slightly as he tightened his grip around her. He avoided the man who had raised a knife toward him and reached backward to strike the knife out of his hands. He then carelessly spun the metal rod in his hand around to deliver several blows against his opponent's shoulders and abdomen.

It took Li Nanheng less than five minutes of effort. Feng Ling could feel that Li Nanheng did not back away even once from their opponent. He leaned against the car and held her to roll against it. As she frowned from the dizziness, he placed her down on a safer spot and stood up to catch one of the man's grip. With a sharp crack, the man's cry of pain suddenly filled the air. Following which, Li Nanheng delivered a harsh blow to his abdomen, causing the man to spit out blood. He then tossed him in front of his comrades. The man staggered and struggled for but a moment before he collapsed unmoving on the ground. His broken wrist remained trembling and the whimper from his throat contained immense pain.

Seeing this, the two other men immediately reached for their guns. However, before they could do so, Li Nanheng, who was supposed to be on a disadvantage, suddenly lifted a gun and pointed it at their heads.

The two of them stared at the black gun barrel in disbelief. They then turned to their twitching comrade on the ground. That gun…

Was that one he had stolen from their comrade earlier?

He moved too quickly!

The two men turned to look at the misshapen car and their injured comrade. They then moved in sync and took two slow steps back.

This group of men only had some bad blood with the Chen family in Boston. They were unrelated to Los Angeles' XI Base and were unsure of who exactly their opponent was. However, they instinctively felt that… they shouldn't continue fighting…

Instead, they had to flee.

They feared that, not only would they fail at their missions today, they would also lose their lives.

Li Nanheng watched the two retreating men coldly and shifted the safety catch on his gun. The clicking sound of his movement caused the two men's legs to immediately weaken. They rushed to back several steps away and tightened their grips around their rods and knives. Just as they were hesitating if they should bring out their guns or escape, Li Nanheng abruptly fired a shot at one of their wrists.

Following the man's shriek, the rod in his hand fell onto the ground with a clatter. Li Nanheng watched them coldly: "Scram."

Even though the word was spoken lightly, the three men who had received different degrees of injuries all felt the chill seeping into their hearts. They endured the intense pain and supported their comrade to stand up. They then glanced at the gun in Li Nanheng's hand with fear. They were all well-aware of the number of bullets he had left. If Li Nanheng wanted their lives, none of them would be able to escape.

Finally, as the three of them staggered away along the highway, Li Nanheng watched them coldly and placed his gun down. He turned back to look at Feng Ling, who was leaning against the damaged car with her eyes shut.

Although Feng Ling was struggling to hold onto her consciousness, she instinctively sensed that she was no longer in danger. She opened her eyes once more and saw that the man had returned. He bent down and lifted her up in a princess carry. She leaned against his arms and rested her head weakly against his shoulder. As her eyes fell shut, she wanted to speak but was unable to muster any strength.

The man expressionlessly carried her to his slightly scratched Hummer and placed her on the car seat. He then reached in to fix the seat belt around her.

Feng Ling opened her eyes to watch him as she sat there. The man did not speak. He then took off his coat and folded it into a long rectangle to rest it behind her neck. This way, she could lean against the chair more comfortably.

Perhaps one would never have guessed that Li Nanheng, who typically had a rough disposition, would be so detailed when caring for someone. As Feng Ling's gaze shifted onto him, the man slammed the car door shut.

As he went around the car to enter the driver's seat, Feng Ling turned to look at him. However, from her angle, she could only see his determined expression and his slightly pale complexion. Although it wasn't obvious, she knew there was no way he didn't feel anything from the earlier blow against his neck.

She had just escaped a kidnapping and he was the one who had rescued her. Right now, she could not say anything to save her own face or to express her thanks. She watched as the man started the car and drove past the misshapen Sedan.

As the large Hummer moved quickly across the road, Feng Ling's body had already relaxed. She could no longer hold on against the effects of the drugs, so she closed her eyes and fell asleep.