Walking the Path of a Workaholic in Cliché Novels (QT) Chapter 130

The sound of fighting between the two gangs in Entertainment City resounded to the sky. One kilometer away, An Yinong stopped rowing, and the shadow under his feet stretched out and turned into a dark figure.

There was the night sky above and water below, with the only sound of splashing water in his ears. He stood on the boat, his messy black hair covered his pale face, with a pair of cold eyes on a face covered in cold sweat. If those people saw him again, they would definitely not be able to recognize him. He had such clear eyes that were full of youthfulness and tenderness, but he could be so cold-blooded and ruthless.

“It’s not completely broken yet…” He muttered to himself, his hoarse voice stirring the night wind.

An Yinong had already made up his mind to kill. If these people didn’t intend to let him go, the shadow puppet would be their final “retribution”. He had been trying to interact with them all along, just to save himself.

An Yinong knew very well that if these people were so bad that they were beyond redemption, then even if he escaped back, there would be a next time, and he couldn’t hide at home forever. At that time, he will be forced to take some ‘illegal’ measures. Killing was easy, just pull the trigger. But once the trigger was pulled and the bullet was fired, it was not easy to retrieve it. Fortunately, these people still had some conscience, so An Yinong didn’t have to be a bad guy with lives on his hands.

Of course, because they were kidnappers, they will definitely go to jail. At most, An Yinong will check on their families to see if they are really sick and need money: “You gave me a chance, and I will give you a chance too.”

“It’s great that we don’t have to kill anyone.”

This was not ancient times. If he really killed someone, he would always feel like he had crossed the line… An Yinong looked down at his fingers. They were clean, without any stains or traces left behind.

The boat continued to move forward. The direction he was going was completely opposite to the direction he came from, so he didn’t know where he would end up after rowing the boat all the way. However, looking into the distance, he could see traces of land, so he could reach the shore by going straight, without having to worry about rowing the boat into the deep sea.

An Yinong rowed the boat. Having worked as a prefect in a water town for several years, he still remembered some rowing skills and would not go in circles. However, the land looked close, but it was actually far away. He rowed for a long time and his hands were sore, and he felt hungry. But there was no food around at the moment, so he could only endure the hunger and move towards the land.

“What is that?” Suddenly, he saw something floating on the water. Because it was in the direction he was moving, An Yinong quickly saw the object clearly, which seemed to be a corpse lying on its back in the water.

Floating on the water without any help, what else could it be but a corpse?

He shuddered and wanted to move away, but suddenly a faint light shone down, and the moon, which had disappeared into the clouds, peeked out at some point, and An Yinong could clearly see the appearance of the “corpse”.

“Mr. Xie?” His heart was stabbed hard.

The pale face looked even more delicate in the moonlight: How could he die here? Where were his two bodyguards? He had said before that Hong Kong’s security wouldn’t be too bad, but he was kidnapped on the street, and Mr. Xie did this again…

An Yinong felt inexplicably sad, as if something very important was about to be lost. In addition, he had encountered many things tonight, and his mood was not peaceful, and he felt even more sad. He rowed over: even if he was dead, he shouldn’t disappear from this world as a floating corpse.

An Yinong reached over with trembling hands, trying to pull the “corpse” onto the boat.

“Hmm?” The body temperature is low, but not completely cold.

He stretched out his hand and put it under his nose: Still breathing?!

The sea water was too cold, and the breeze was freezing as well. An Yinong could hardly tell whether the faint breath was an illusion. So he moved closer and put his hand on the carotid artery to make sure it was not an illusion.

“He is still alive.”

What else was there to say? Save people.

An Yinong squatted down, adjusted the center of gravity of the boat, and pulled Mr. Xie up. In this way, he took great pains to move the person onto the boat, and once again confirmed that the other person was only injured and unconscious, not dead and floating.

Yes, Mr. Xie was injured. It seemed that he was shot in the thigh. Fortunately, the bullet went through and did not stay inside. Judging from the amount of blood, it should not have injured the artery, nor caused any fractures. If he went back to recuperate, he could recover.

“He’s so lucky.” An Yinong was panting as he sat on the boat which had suddenly become much smaller. He looked at Mr. Xie lying there and couldn’t help laughing.

This night was thrilling enough. He had heard of people lying unconscious on their backs in the water for dozens of miles, but this was the first time he had actually seen one. If a wave had covered his mouth and nose, he would have sunk and become a dead body.

An Yinong unbuttoned his coat and said, “You are not destined to die.”

A long box fell out of Mr. Xie’s clothes. It looked very familiar, like the box of the fountain pen in his backpack. An Yinong curiously opened it and found the fountain pen soaked in water lying quietly on the black velvet cloth. The classic black and gold color scheme. On the pen body was engraved “Young Phoenix’s Clear Voice, Gift H”.

He had seen this handwriting countless times and could recognize it almost at first sight.

“X?”

Mr. Xie, X.

One of them made his heart beat out of control when they meet, and the other one got along so well with him, as if they were born to be friends. Were they actually the same person?

It took An Yinong a long time to center himself. He looked down at the pale Mr. Xie, pursed his lips, and felt his throat dry. He even felt a little scared: If he hadn’t gone to save him, then…

“Who are you?” He looked at Mr. Xie’s face in the moonlight. “Could you be him? Should I trust my instincts for once?”

Mr. Xie had his eyes closed and was unable to answer.

He carefully took off Mr. Xie’s shirt and suit pants, wrung out the water and put them aside to dry. Mr. Xie looked thin, but he didn’t expect that he had noticeable muscles. Mr. Xie had an obvious wound on his thigh. The edge of the wound was whitened by the sea water and was still bleeding. An Yinong tore off the shirt sleeve and barely covered the wound.

An Yinong was not a fool. Seeing Mr. Xie like this, and thinking of those people who said that Xie Jiu was ambushed and missing, he wondered if Xie Yu was Xie Jiu. However, in the original plot, Xie Jiu died even earlier, also because he was betrayed by a trusted subordinate.

Xie Yu, X, Xie Jiu, how many identities did this person have?

“I haven’t learned first aid, so this is all I can do. I’ll just do my best and leave the rest to fate.”

In the darkness of the night, Mr. Xie remained motionless, allowing others to do whatever they wanted. Mr. Xie’s body was as good as his face, but it didn’t seem good for him to lie naked like this. An Yinong thought about it, took off his coat and covered him with it, then continued rowing towards the land.

Finally, before daybreak, An Yinong’s boat reached shore. He saw a sign on the asphalt road that read “Yangjiaowan XX Road”. Yangjiao Bay was not far from the walled city. So he rowed for two hours and only covered a few kilometers?

At this time, the suit and shirt were half dry. An Yinong put them on Mr. Xie again, carried the more than 100 pound man with difficulty, and then tied him to himself with the suit jacket, and then carefully climbed the reef.

The sharp reef cut his palm, but An Yinong didn’t care too much and continued to climb up. When his palms were scratched and swollen, he finally got on the path.

The specific location was not written on the road sign, and there were no tire tracks on the ground, so he slowly moved along the road carrying the person on his back. He walked and stopped, not knowing how long he had walked before he finally reached a fork in the road and saw tire tracks on the ground.

An Yinong could no longer walk, so he put Mr. Xie down, laid him flat on the grass by the roadside, and waited for a car to pass by. Finally, a vehicle came on the road. It looked like it was transporting live pigs. He didn’t care about anything else and walked to the middle of the road and waved: “Please stop and help me! I will thank you!”

Half an hour later, XX Hospital. An Yinong leaned against the bed with his eyes closed, his hand had been bandaged. On the bed lay Mr. Xie, looking pale, with an IV drip in his hand.

The doctor said he had been shot, lost too much blood, and had been soaking in water, so they gave him emergency treatment and called the police. This was how regular hospitals worked, and if you encounter this kind of gunshot wound, you definitely have to think twice.

An Yinong also informed the He family that he was safe and told them where he was. The He family had not arrived yet, and neither had the police. Only a few patients curiously looked at them.

Thank God he still had a few thousand dollars in his pocket, otherwise he couldn’t even get into the hospital. It turned out that the doctors and nurses here really won’t even look at the patients if they don’t pay.

This was an ordinary ward. There were eight iron beds in the small room, and there was a person lying on each bed. Some of them have someone accompanying them, while others don’t. There was no smile on their faces.

The nurse walked around with a gloomy face, and if you wanted her to do anything, you had to tip her first. So many of the nurses’ work in his memory was done by family members, who also wanted to save a little money, as treatment and hospitalization were already very expensive.

“When will the He family come? When will Mr. Xie wake up? Is the gunfight over there over?” An Yinong had a lot of questions in his mind. His body felt tired, but his spirit was still good.

The strange city, the thrilling experiences, the people in the gray area… After the fear left, the excitement came up instead, making him want to do something, such as painting or composing music.

“Child.”

“Hmm?” An Yinong opened his eyes. He didn’t know when Mr. Xie on the bed woke up. There was light in his eyes, which made him look not weak at all. Instead, he looked like a lion that woke up and began to sharpen its claws to hunt.

An Yinong thought that his first question would be “Did you save me?” or “Where is this?”, but his first question was: “Thank you for your hard work. Are you tired?”

“……” Was there something wrong with this sentence? Why did it sound familiar to him, but he couldn’t remember it?

Seeing that he didn’t say anything, Mr. Xie continued, “Thank you for saving me. I heard that your father is not very responsible. Why don’t you call me Uncle Jiu and I will give you half of the family property.”

Sure enough, Mr. Xie was Xie Jiu.

“Divide the family property?” An Yinong tilted his head and a huge question mark appeared above his head: What’s wrong with you? Do you think you have too much property to spend? Or do you like raising children, so raising one ungrateful person is not enough, and you want to raise another one?

Of course, he was not an ungrateful person.

“Mr. Xie, are you sure?” Mr. Xie probably didn’t know that he was H, right? Otherwise, they were just equals, but now it’s become the elder and the younger. He would be at a disadvantage.

“Sure, actually I…”

“Bang.” Before Mr. Xie could finish his words, the door was pushed open and a group of people surrounded by bodyguards aggressively walked in.