Keeping the promise

Chapter 295 Insert into the Heart

He pulled out a gleaming knife from his waist like a mad dog and stabbed towards Li Yunting without hesitation.

The knife drew a cold arc in the air and pierced Li Yunting's heart without hesitation.

This sudden scene shocked everyone, and screams of surprise came one after another. The sound seemed to break through the roof of the abandoned factory. Some people took a breath of cold air, some covered their mouths, and their eyes widened.

Zheng Wancheng had just been pulled away, and when she heard the noise behind her, she turned back subconsciously. When she saw the knife stuck in Li Yunting's heart, her eyes widened instantly, filled with fear and anger. Her pupils shrank sharply, as if the whole world had stopped turning at this moment.

Without hesitation, she kicked Kou Zhuangming away with all her anger and strength.

Kou Zhuangming was kicked out like a sandbag and fell heavily to the ground.

Then she moved forward quickly, her steps staggering yet eager, as if time had slowed down for her.

She caught the staggering Li Yunting and wrapped her arms around his waist tightly, as if she wanted to support his entire weight with her body.

"Yun Ting! Yun Ting! How are you?" Zheng Wancheng's voice was filled with tears, and the cry was heartbreaking, as if he wanted to cry out his heart and lungs.

She held Li Yunting tightly with both hands, and her finger joints turned white from exerting too much force.

She tried to stop him from falling, her body trembling slightly, and her tears like beads from a broken string, dripping onto Li Yunting's clothes.

Li Yunting's face instantly turned pale as paper, without a trace of blood. His lips trembled, and blood oozed from the corners of his mouth.

He endured the severe pain, and every breath he took seemed like a huge torture.

He forced out a smile with difficulty, which was full of bitterness and comfort: "Wancheng, I... am fine."

Zheng Wancheng was crying hard, her tears blurred her vision, her throat was hoarse, and she shouted to the people behind her: "Call an ambulance! Hurry!" Her voice echoed in the empty space, carrying endless despair and anxiety.

Her hair was messy from the violent movement and stuck to her tear-stained face.

Kou Zhuangming looked at the chaotic situation before him, his eyes filled with despair and unwillingness.

His body trembled slightly, knowing that he was doomed. But he was unwilling to fail like this, and his crazy obsession made his face even more distorted.

He glared with bloodshot eyes and gritted his teeth. He frantically took out a lighter. The hand holding the lighter kept shaking as he tried to ignite the gasoline on the ground.

At this critical moment, Li Yunxuan, who had rushed over, had a stern look in his eyes, and he flew towards Kou Zhuangming like an arrow.

Li Yunxuan's movements were as swift as the wind, drawing a sharp arc in the air. He stretched out his arms forcefully and snatched the lighter from Kou Zhuangming's hand.

The moment he landed, he rolled over and pinned Kou Zhuangming to the ground. Li Yunxuan's forehead was bulging with veins, and he roared, "Don't even think about doing evil again!"

At the same time, Xiao Yuzhou also arrived at the scene with the Mamba Special Forces. The roar of the helicopter propeller was deafening, and they acted quickly and jumped off the helicopter with a nimble posture.

The team members were well-trained and controlled the entire situation in an orderly manner, cooperating with the police to arrest the relevant personnel one by one.

Their movements were coordinated and their eyes were determined, as if everything was under control.

Meanwhile, Li Yunting had been rushed to the car. Zheng Wancheng held him tightly in his arms, as if he would disappear if he let go.

Her hands were shaking, yet she tightly wrapped her arms around his body. Tears kept dripping down his face, and every tear carried endless fear and worry.

Li Yunting looked at Zheng Wancheng, whose face was covered with tears, and said weakly: "Don't worry about me..." His voice was so soft that it was almost inaudible. It took a lot of effort to say each word, and his breath was as weak as a candle in the wind.

Zheng Wancheng burst into tears and covered his mouth with her hands, saying, "Don't talk, conserve your strength, and hold on!" Her fingers were placed on his lips, and she could feel his weak breathing, which seemed like it would stop at any time.

Li Yunting nodded slightly and slowly closed his eyes. His eyelashes trembled slightly and his face was as pale as paper.

Zheng Wancheng's heart tightened instantly, as if being grasped by an invisible hand. Her body kept shaking, and she kept praying in her heart that Li Yunting must be safe.

"Oh God, please, let him get through this. I'm willing to do anything as long as he gets better." Zheng Wancheng shouted in her heart over and over again. The car sped on the road, and her heart rose and fell with the bumps of the car.