Good night, Mr. Pei

Chapter 405 A Very Fierce Real Man
The tip of the knife cut open the blood-stained flesh.

Turning around, Pei Moyan snorted.

The whole body is tense, the texture is distinct and firm.

Picking up the tip of the knife, the bullet came out, bringing out more blood, bright red.

The car was filled with the smell of blood.

Song Shaoang watched, speechless, only shocked!
He only knew that Pei Moyan was a prodigy in business, decisive in attacking and fierce in tactics, but he never expected him to be so genuine, brave and fearless.He suddenly realized that he couldn't see through this man, he couldn't even compare him!
Very manly, very fierce real man!

Song Shaoang opened his mouth, wanting to speak, but just said: "Pei..."

"Shut the fuck up!" Ji Huainan yelled suddenly, his furious voice rushed out of the car, resounding through the dark night.

If it wasn't for saving Song Shaoang, they would not have been in danger, and Pei Moyan would not have been injured!

Like Fu Zikang, Ji Huainan only recognizes his brother and not others, especially the one who almost killed his brother.

They also knew that Song Shao'ang should not be angered, and Arthur should be held accountable.

Knowing is one thing, but sensibility is another.

Protecting the calf and protecting the brothers does not require great principles, and there is no need to trace the cause and effect.

Their car drove towards the airport, the wind was very strong outside the window, it was gloomy, and it was about to rain!

In the carriage, the atmosphere was frozen like death.

Everyone stopped talking, and could only hear Pei Moyan's rough panting, and the sound of the bottles colliding when he unscrewed the medicine bottle and poured the hemostatic medicine and anti-inflammatory medicine.

A white layer of powdered medicine was applied to the bloody wound, which was soon stained red with blood.

Pei Moyan tore off the gauze and wrapped it around his legs.

There was a burning pain in the side of the waist.

He knew that there was no bullet there, but the bullet grazed his side and burned him, and the clothes rubbed against the burning wound, and sharp pains swayed over him.

Ji Huainan stared at Pei Moyan closely, and couldn't help asking: "Where else is there a gunshot wound?"

In the end, there was a burst of violent gunshots from the other side, wishing they would be beaten into a sieve.

Pei Moyan touched his waist, and his palm felt damp and hot, and it was wet.

When he raised his hand, he saw that his palm was covered with blood.

Pei Moyan gritted his teeth and endured it for a while, and only after he got used to the gunshot wound on his leg did he deal with the wound on his side.

He was wearing a short black windbreaker and a black shirt. He lifted the hem of the shirt, revealing his muscular waist, which was soaked in blood, and his honey-colored belly was a little pale.

Pei Moyan bit the cap off the medicine bottle with his teeth, and spilled the medicine carelessly.

Then, simply wrapped a few laps of gauze.

"Are the people at the airport ready?" Pei Moyan asked.

At the airport, he had already arranged for Fu Zikang to prepare a special plane, but he didn't arrange more people to help them rob Song Shao'ang, because it would be easier to be exposed if there were too many people, and it would be easier for Arthur to become suspicious.

Furthermore, even if it was just him, Fu Zikang, and Ji Huainan, they were worth several people, and he could easily deal with even a dozen of them.

People have a weakness because of their scruples.

Song Shaoang's expression was shocked, followed by admiration and guilt.

Pei Moyan glanced at him, "Don't look at me like that, I don't care about your life or death at all! I saved you, not for you."

"I know." Song Shaoang responded anxiously, "I know you are for her."

(End of this chapter)