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Chapter 1240 - He Lingchu Injured

In the October weather, the night wind was blowing from all directions. At 3 o\'clock in the morning, an intense group battle was going on in this vast and empty mountain region.

He Lingchu\'s opponent, was a fighter who had previously retired from the stage. At this moment, both parties\' gazes were like those of trapped beasts, ready to ruthlessly tear each other to death.

Just now was the first time they met. He knew that He Lingchu was definitely not a young master from a rich family with an elegant background.

He was pretty good.

"Young Master He, you must be careful." Their duty was to protect He Lingchu, if anything happened to him, the young miss would definitely be hurt.

He Lingchu naturally did not dare to underestimate his opponent. Of course, he would definitely not retreat in fear, and he would not be able to retreat even a little.

"Ah …" The fighter immediately shouted out, the fist wind struck at He Lingchu like rain, He Lingchu blocked, resisted, and went straight for his vital parts. In a split second, he had also attacked, his black hair was all over the place, covering his eyebrows, the light from the car lights shone into his eyes, converging onto the coldness in his eyes, like a lone wolf.

The Fist King\'s face was ferocious, his punches ruthless and deadly.

He Lingchu clenched his teeth and resisted, striking at the opponent\'s vital points whenever he had the chance. After a few exchanges with the fighter, he had not relaxed even a bit, and had prepared to go all out.

A few of his subordinates were watching from the side. Due to the sudden rise in their morale, the bodyguards at the side were all staring at the group of lackeys, unable to react in time and were unable to free themselves to help He Lingchu.

The baldy who was standing in front of the carriage and watching the results couldn\'t help but frown. He Lingchu\'s outstanding ability was not only manifested in his ability in the business world.

He would always be looking for the best position for himself in this kind of situation. He thought, if I don\'t kill He Lingchu today, he would probably be dead by then.

Then, his good days would probably come to an end. He Lingchu would definitely not let him off.

Thus, today, He Lingchu had to die.

Even if he had to take the blame in the future, he could still save his life. After making that decision, he tightened his grip on the gun behind his back.

"Hiss …" A gasp came out, He Lingchu\'s fist was moving extremely fast, aimed straight at the fighter\'s head, the fighter was actually not able to retaliate at all, his hands protecting his head, and could not help but let out a painful cry.

He Lingchu fiercely threw him over his shoulder, and the fighter immediately laid on the ground, breathing heavily.

After going through this battle, He Lingchu was obviously not in a better state. A trickle of blood flowed down from his forehead, and the white silk shirt he wore was also filthy with mud. His black hair was in disarray and his breathing was heavy.

It was still emitting the aura of a war god, its body was tall and straight, and its eyes were ruthless.

At this moment, under the light of the lamp, the red line of blood was spreading in the corner of his eyes. The veins on his forehead were spiraling, his teeth were tightly clenched, and his clenched fist was like a cheetah that could tear its prey apart at any time.

His gaze fell on the baldy who was watching the show. His gaze directly hit the baldy\'s heart, and the baldy unexpectedly moved to the side of the car. He took a deep breath and tightened his grip on the gun behind his back.

At this time, the fighter was not satisfied, he crawled up, and wanted to sneak an attack on He Lingchu from behind.

He Lingchu squinted his eyes, he turned to the side, and when the fighter was half a meter away from him, Ling Chu grabbed both of his shoulders, his knees striking hard at his abdomen, and then punched his temple. The fighter cried out miserably, falling to the side, unable to get up.

The bullies on the side were all scared silly. In their hearts, this Second Leader was a god-like existence, but at this moment, he was actually beaten to the ground.

Just how terrifying was this young master of the He family?

The bodyguards quickly gathered around He Lingchu to protect him.

The baldy\'s breath tightened. At this moment, he had a thought that he was going to be taught a lesson by He Lingchu.

He suddenly took out a gun from behind his back and sneered, "Young Master He, you\'re pretty good at fighting. If not, why don\'t you deal with me as well?"

The sudden appearance of this gun made He Lingchu and the bodyguards tense up, this was something they did not expect.

"I know who sent you. He probably won\'t let you kill me." He Lingchu clenched his teeth and said angrily.

The baldy held onto his spear, and walked towards He Lingchu step by step, "Young Master He, you really know what\'s good for you, but sadly, you are wrong. He doesn\'t want your life, I want your life, because your life is very valuable."

At this moment, one of the gangsters noticed something with his sharp eyes. It was a group of cars heading towards them at the highway entrance. One of the gangsters shouted, "Boss …" A car is coming. Could it be the police? "

The bald man\'s expression changed as well. He immediately pointed his gun at He Lingchu, wanting to finish him off quickly. The gun in his hand opened with a bang.

At such a short distance, he could not avoid He Lingchu, and no one could. The only thing he could do was to quickly lean sideways and move the bullet aimed at his heart to his left rib cage.

"He Xiasheng." The bodyguards did not expect the baldy to actually dare to shoot. He Lingchu\'s body was caught by them.

Noticing that he had hit the mark, the baldy immediately shouted out to his subordinates, "Get in the car! All of you get in the car! Let\'s go!"

The hoodlums immediately fled at top speed, and the three black off-road vehicles turned around and charged into the night.

At this moment, two cars immediately rushed over, a figure in the car ran out, "Lingchu."

Nie Jungu rushed over, and behind him were the people he was leading.

"Mr. Hoh has been shot. We will send him to the hospital immediately."

"Send my car. I know where the nearest hospital is." Nie Jungu said to the bodyguards, while the two bodyguards helped He Lingchu to sit in the back seat, causing him to gradually lose consciousness, and faint on the shoulder of the bodyguard.

Nie Jungu stepped on the throttle and ran down the road towards a hospital in the county. This was the closest hospital to the county, and it only took twenty minutes.

Nie Jungu\'s car was racing at full speed, competing with the time.

Fifteen minutes later, He Lingchu was pushed into emergency room by the doctor who had already informed him of his arrival.

When the doctor opened his shirt, he was shocked to find out that not only was the wound from the gun, but also his fist. His sturdy body had several times turned purple and red.

However, the most important thing right now was still the bullet wound, pulling out the bullet to stop the bleeding.

Nie Jungu stood in the corridor, blaming himself for being late. If he had come earlier, He Lingchu might not have been struck.