Chapter 2117: Chapter 2120: Headache and Discomfort
Immediately, his arms were empty. The person who had pointed a gun at him had taken the boy into their grasp, and the next moment, another boy’s fist swung towards Yuan Shao. Just as Yuan Shao was about to counterattack, he heard the sound of a trigger being pulled. Yuan Shao shouted "Not good" and swiftly tilted his head, narrowly dodging a bullet that grazed his face. Sheng Sheng then aimed directly at his lower body, firing with extraordinary precision.
The silenced gun made a very soft sound;
Making the man’s scream all the more deafening.
Sheng Sheng, wearing a trench coat and leading a group of people, burst into the club at an electrifying speed, exuding a powerful aura.
He was that kind of person, calm and easygoing when not angry, seemingly with a very gentle disposition; but when he truly became wrathful, only then would you realize his true nature, far from the gentle image he projected.
Wenqing wanted to punch Yuan Shao again but seeing him already clutching his manhood and collapsing to the ground, he was momentarily stunned.
Seeing his cousin’s action, he prepared to send a third bullet into the back of the man’s head on the ground and quickly intervened, using his own body to block, "Cousin."
"Move!" Sheng Sheng’s voice was soft, but his expression was full of murderous intent.
"This is a public place. Killing this bastard is fine, but getting yourself involved isn’t worth it!" Wenqing had already recognized the other party as the son of the chairman of the Ao Xiang Film and Entertainment Group, who was somewhat famous in Los Angeles.
The people from the private room had already run out in shock, looking at Yuan Shao on the ground, then at Sheng Sheng with a gun in his hand and his bloodthirsty eyes. The words that were about to erupt were swallowed, fearing they would become the next Yuan Shao.
Looking at the few subordinates standing behind him, each with a murderous aura and an impressive presence, they dared not venture forward to confront him.
"Cousin, take Maimai away first." Wenqing said, "Look at Maimai."
Her face was red as if she had drunk alcohol.
Sheng Sheng felt as if the body in his arms was like fire, and instinctively touched her face. It was so scorching that he quickly withdrew his hand but then placed it again on her forehead, shocking Sheng Sheng, "Damn it!"
He immediately carried her horizontally, with an imposing demeanor, and turned around to leave in large strides.
Before catching up, Wenqing took a deep look at the still writhing Yuan Shao on the ground and cursed him internally, then swiftly followed.
Maimai, with heavy eyelids, couldn’t clearly see the person in front of her but felt a familiar sensation. Unlike before, this familiarity gave her a sense of security and prevented her panic.
"Uncomfortable..." She curled up into the chest. Sheng Sheng, initially full of anger, felt a twinge of pain seeing her condition and softly asked in her ear, "Where does it hurt, Maimai?"
Who was calling her Maimai?
Maimai perked up her ears and sniffled, "Headache, uncomfortable."
"I’ll take you to the hospital, bear with it, you’ll feel better soon." Sheng Sheng walked out briskly, got into the car they arrived in, and provided the address of a private hospital, simultaneously calling a private doctor he knew well.
Wenqing looked at Maimai’s condition, "She’s having a high fever."
"I know." Sheng Sheng’s tone was a bit irritable. He should’ve blown away the person holding Maimai earlier, all because Wenqing stopped him. He glanced sideways at Wenqing, who was also too worried about Maimai to care about his temper, anxiously looking at Maimai, "How could she go out and play recklessly while having such a fever?"
