Strongest Worker

In front of Gao Hongyu, Li Qing stood still and stared at him from a commanding position: "do you keep running?"

"Li Qing, what do you want?"

"Hehe, what do I want?" Li Qing bent down and smiled at the corners of his mouth. "I don't want to do anything..."

"You..." Gao Hongyu wanted to speak again, but a dagger had been inserted into his throat, his eyes widened in horror, blood trickled down from the blade, and the dead body fell to the ground.

Li Qing pulled out the dagger, wiped it on Gao Hongyu's clothes, breathed a sigh of relief, and turned back. The action was unnatural. He inserted the dagger back into his waist. His shirt had been soaked with blood. He didn't know whether the blood came from himself or others.

Bang!

A bullet hit Li Qing at his feet. He couldn't help jumping up: "who!"

Stunned, she turned her head. I didn't know when Lin Mengdie had appeared in front of the bedroom window on the second floor, staring at herself through the hazy night. Even after such a long distance, Li Qing can still feel the coldness in her eyes.

"Smelly woman, are you crazy? If you kill me, you'll be comfortable, won't you?" Li Qing jumped to his feet and shouted, "come here every time, come here every time! How many men are scared to death by you. I don't think you want to marry out. Believe it or not, be an old woman all your life!"

As soon as the voice fell, Li Qing received another bullet at his feet, which changed his face slightly, stepped back a few steps, raised his head and stared at the beautiful shadow in the window.

His lips wriggled. Li Qing wanted to say something, but he couldn't export it after all.

"I'm from the Lin family. You can kill people if you want to? Kill people and turn around to leave. Li Qing, do you think I'm air?"

"I..."

Lin Mengdie said coldly, "get in here!"

"Oh." Li Qing hesitated, nodded honestly, and then walked slowly towards the house.

Pushing open the door, Li Qinghuan's customer hall seems to have not changed since he left.

Li Qingjiang stood by the door and watched Lin Mengdie walk slowly down the stairs. There was a lot of tension in his expression: "Mengdie, I..."

"If I don't call you, am I going to leave?" Lin Mengdie asked faintly. The dark pistol in the jade hand made Li Qing's pupils shrink suddenly.

The corner of his mouth jerked hard. Li Qing's face was embarrassed: "you didn't call me that. I thought you were going to peel me."

"Anyway, you have a thick skin. It's nothing to pick one floor." Lin Mengdie went down the last step and raised the gun in her hand to aim at Li Qing. "What's the matter?"

"Do you have to be like this? Will you put the gun down?"

Her pretty face was cold, and Lin Mengdie's voice was a little cold: "no, I don't trust you now. If I didn't feel guilty, what did you just leave?"

"I've always felt guilty about you," Li Qing said seriously. "Last time I was in Lingang..."

"Li Qing, I don't want to hear your nonsense. I just want to know what happened to the Lin family tonight. If you don't say, I'll shoot."

Li Qing raised her eyebrows slightly: "are you willing?"

"Naturally willing."

With a sneer, Li Qing opened his arms: "then shoot, I don't think you're willing to give up."

"You!" Lin Mengdie's delicate body stagnated, her silver teeth clenched, and immediately threw out the gun in her hand and smashed it at Li Qing, "you bastard!"

Li Qing wanted to pick it up, but he couldn't help but stagger, so that the pistol was hitting his chest. At the moment, it caused him to cough and his face was a little pale.

Her pretty face changed slightly. Lin Mengdie looked at Li Qing. Seeing that he was covered with blood, she couldn't help asking, "are you hurt?"

In the voice, there was some deep concern and anxiety.

"It's strange that I don't get hurt when I deal with so many masters alone." Li Qing staggers forward for a few steps, then holds the sofa and sits down on the carpet. "If you are really willing, kill me now, or inform Lin Sheng to hand me over, you can. I've been seriously injured. It's really serious."

The long and narrow beautiful eyes looked at Li Qing. Lin Mengdie's pretty face was suspicious: "are you really hurt so badly? Li Qing, you didn't lie to me?"

"What did I lie to you for? Do you think I would be bad for you?" Li Qing chuckled. "It's true to say that I can leave here safely. Even if you try your best, you may not be able to stop it. Mengdie, but you let me in tonight, and I'm really reluctant to leave."

The corners of her lips were slightly pursed. Lin Mengdie came over quickly, leaned down gently, grabbed Li Qing's shirt with her jade hand and untied the buttons one by one.

There was a deep knife wound on Li Qing's stomach and two clearly visible bullet holes under his ribs.

"How did the wound look like this? Can't you avoid their bullets?" Lin Mengdie frowned slightly.

"That's because of my quick reaction. Do you really think I'm faster than bullets?" Li Qing smiled and shook his head. "These killers raised by Lin Shengyang have a lot of history, first-class skills and too many people. It took me a lot of effort to solve them, and it's reasonable to suffer some injuries."

Xiumei frowned slightly. Lin Mengdie set up li Qing: "the living room is not safe. You go upstairs with me. I'll deal with your wound."

Li Qing turned his head and asked with a smile, "why? Aren't you going to hand me over?"

Lin Mengdie bit her lip: "you know I can't do that. Why do you say such hurtful words?"

The body slightly stagnated, Li Qing's eyes slightly coagulated, and whispered, "I'm sorry."

"You'd better save it," said Lin Mengdie. She directly picked up li Qing and went upstairs.

"Go to my bedroom."

Lin Mengdie places Li Qing on the bed, then calls hot water, carries the medicine box, and begins to treat his wound.

"I have to clip out the bullet. It may hurt a little. You can bear it." Lin Mengdie said faintly and took out a long forceps from the medicine box, which made Li Qing's face suddenly change.

"Are you... Sure?" Li Qing took a smoke from the corner of his mouth. "Otherwise, I'd better go to the hospital."

Staring at Li Qing, Lin Mengdie wiped his wound with absorbent cotton, then put one jade hand against his chest and inserted the tweezers in the other hand into the bullet hole.

Li Qingtong's forehead was sweating. He clenched his teeth and closed his eyes. His body was tight and his muscles were clear.

Glancing at Li Qing, Lin Mengdie pursed her mouth and pulled out the tweezers from the wound. A bullet shell fell on the table beside the bed: "there's another one. Do you want to give you a towel to bite?"

Li Qing frowned, took a deep breath and waved his hand: "I can't use it."

"Hum, then you can bear it." Lin Mengdie said coldly. He disinfected the tweezers and was about to explore another wound. His pupils shrank suddenly, and a look of surprise filled his face. Reaching out and gently stroking Li Qing's chest, Lin Mengdie seemed to have deep meaning in her eyes.

"Elder sister, are you healing or playing a rogue? Touch me around. What do you want?" Li Qing opened his eyes a little impatiently and suddenly froze. Perhaps it was due to the uneven Qi and blood caused by the severe pain. At the moment, dark red blood lines had appeared on his chest, which were connected into that strange pattern again.

"This is... A building?" Lin Mengdie raised her chin slightly. "Tattoo? Why haven't you seen it before?"

Li Qing pulled the quilt from one side and covered the pattern on his chest. He pretended to be careless and said, "just think of it as a tattoo. Don't mention it to anyone."

Lin Mengdie asked, "is it a secret?"

"Well, it's an important secret."

With her small mouth slightly pursed, Lin Mengdie said no more, put the tweezers into another wound again, and then pulled out the bullet.

"Your muscles are very developed, and the bullet doesn't hit deeply." Lin Mengdie cleaned up the wound, wrapped Li Qing's wound with gauze, and then looked down and stared at the knife edge on Li Qing's stomach. "You need to sew. Who made such a long cut?"

Li Qing's eyelids jumped: "the guy who died outside."

"He said his name was Gao Hongyu." Lin Mengdie twisted her body and searched in the medicine box for a while, then took out the needle and thread and began to sew the wound for Li Qing.

"Gao Hongyu, well, that's the name." Li Qing nodded and stared at Lin Mengdie's very careful movements. "Where did you learn this?"

"What?" Lin Mengdie raised her head and showed a trace of surprise on her delicate cheek. She didn't understand Li Qing's words.

The corners of his mouth hurt, and Li Qing said, "I just can't figure out how the eldest miss of the Lin family can deal with the wound."

Lin Mengdie didn't answer. She pursed her mouth and smiled at the corners of her lips. For a moment, it can be said that she was gorgeous.

After stitching up the wound and cutting off the thread, Lin Mengdie took things away, returned to the bedroom, threw Li Qing a towel, and then leaned against the window and looked out. The moonlight poured on her pretty cheeks, quiet and beautiful: "Li Qing, don't you have anything to say to me?"

"Do you have any clothes I left here?" Li Qing sat up from the bed and wiped the cold sweat on his forehead with the towel in his hand.

Lin Mengdie turned her head and glanced at him gently. Then she opened the wardrobe, took out some clothes and fell on Li Qing: "here you are. It's all yours."

Li Qing picked up the clothes and said, "the ironing is so neat. Mengdie, it's better for you to treat me well. I thought you threw them away."

"I've been pressed at the bottom of the cabinet and forgot to throw it away." Lin Mengdie turned her back, put her jade arm around her chest and said coldly.

I did live in Lin Mengdie's small building for a while, but my clothes were put in the guest room downstairs. How to appear in Lin Mengdie's bedroom again is obviously fishy. Li Qing knew it well. He he smiled a few times, but he didn't expose it.

(I'm sorry for yesterday's shift, try to make it up today!)

This novel has been translated by www.readwn.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.