The Daughter-In-Law’S Son-In-Law Chapter 4217
by“Ouch!”
When Jiang Zhiyi looked at Ye Fan and expressed disappointment that he could not see his shadow, several more police cars and ambulances drove in.
The police officers came forward to check on the deceased and make inquiries, and the medical staff came to check on the injured. The atmosphere was tense and peaceful, and the fighting atmosphere was greatly diluted.
An inconspicuous white-haired doctor with a kind face even bandaged several members of the Southern Martial Arts Alliance with quick movements.
Then, she approached with gauze and red and white medicine, and pricked Song Shiyan’s handbag.
At the same moment, Jiang Zhiyi’s phone vibrated. She looked down and saw a text message from Ye Fan.
Although she was disappointed with Ye Fan, she still opened the text message to check. There was only a simple sentence on it:
“God has slapped you, and he may slap you again. Be careful of strangers!”
Jiang Zhiyi was stunned and thoughtful, but his mood was affected by Ye Fan’s absence: “No matter how many sweet words you say, it’s not as good as a glass of water in front of the bed!”
Almost as soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Zhiyi saw the white-haired doctor bandaging Song Shiyan, and then walked towards him with a kind face.
Jiang Zhiyi thought of Mark’s words and subconsciously shouted: “Stop!”
Her original intention was not to let strangers get close to her, and her injuries were buffered, but this drink made the white-haired doctor think she was exposed.
The cold light in his eyes skyrocketed.
She raised her left hand and threw a handful of needle-pointed arrows at the nearby Zhao Muge and others, a thunderous blast.
And her right hand shook, and a scalpel flashed out.
A gleam of sword light instantly expanded in front of Jiang Zhiyi’s eyes.
An indestructible sword energy invaded Jiang Zhiyi sharply through the blade, causing Jiang Zhiyi’s breathing to stop, and his whole body felt like a knife.
Jiang Zhiyi fell into danger that he had never encountered in his life.
She barely thought about it and smashed the phone out.
“Dang!”
When the phone hit the scalpel and shattered with a loud noise, the scalpel stagnated slightly.
Jiang Zhiyi wasted no time. The sword flew out of his hand and stabbed directly at the white-haired old lady at an astonishing speed.
The white-haired doctor struck the empty space on the right side with a backhand knife.
It seemed to be in vain, but within half a second, there was a long sword in the empty space.
Her scalpel blocked Jiang Zhiyi’s sword.
A huge force surged in, and the two of them each rolled backwards four to five meters.
“Dang Dang Dang!”
At this moment, Zhao Muge and the others had swept away the needles and roared: “They are killers, protect President Jiang!”
The Nanwu League yelled at the medical staff and police officers, but the police officers and medical staff waved their hands repeatedly to indicate that they were innocent.
The disciples of the Nanwu League did not believe it and surrounded them with weapons, forcing several police officers to take out their weapons to fight.
The scene was filled with shouting and chaos.
“Whoosh!”
At this time, several members of the Nanwu League approached Jiang Zhiyi for protection, and Song Shiyan’s men also approached from all sides.
Seeing this situation, the white-haired doctor sneered, moved his body and shot out, hitting a disciple of the Southern Martial Alliance, causing the latter to roll out and knock over several companions.
Then, she walked through the crowd, and when she put one hand on someone’s shoulder, her feet flew like butterflies, and she hit the chests of several Southern Martial Alliance members one after another.
The sound of broken bones and vomiting blood was thrilling.
The three Southern Martial Alliance disciples spurted blood from their mouths and noses, and then the white-haired doctor ejected again and crashed into the arms of another Song family master.
The momentum is strong!
The Song family master’s armor shattered, and his body fell like a kite with a broken string, knocking the disciples of the Southern Martial Alliance who were surrounding him off their feet.
Broken bones and flesh were torn, and five or six more people fell down in an instant. They all fell to the ground and groaned, losing their fighting ability.
Song Shiyan roared angrily: “Shoot, shoot, shoot him to death!”
幾個宋家槍手抬起武器開槍，結果一陣砰砰砰響起，沒有打中白髮醫生，卻把幾名南武盟子弟打中。
Zhao Muge was almost shot in the head, and she was so frightened that she broke out in a cold sweat.
“Don’t shoot! Don’t shoot!”
Jiang Zhijian shouted at the complaint: “Everyone, stay back! Get behind me, I will kill her…”
Before he finished speaking, the white-haired doctor rushed in front of Song Shiyan and the others, like a tiger among sheep, stabbing left and right with the scalpel at lightning speed.
There was blood one after another.
More than a dozen Nanwu Alliance warriors were immediately defeated and fell to the ground one after another, their bodies covered in blood.
The next second, the white-haired doctor turned around and turned to Song Shiyan, who had drawn his weapon.
Keep moving forward!
Before Song Shiyan had time to escape, Jiang Zhiyi kicked a car door open.
The thick car door hit the white-haired doctor on the head.
“Whoosh!”
The white-haired doctor had to hide on one side.
When the white-haired doctor was about to stab Song Shiyan again, Jiang Zhiyi had already pounced on him from behind.
“Die!”
He slashed the latter’s waist with his sword, encircling Wei and rescuing Zhao.
The white-haired doctor was not careless, and with a backhand wave, the scalpel deflected and hit the long sword with a clang.
Amidst the harsh sound, a force of brute force surged toward the mouths of both sides. The weapons could not be held tightly for a moment, and they were thrown into the ground with a whoosh.
Jiang Zhiyi did not pick up the weapon on the ground, but suddenly slid forward two meters and punched hard at the same time.
The white-haired doctor who was waiting seemed to have expected it. He raised his right hand and reached out to the palm of his hand and patted it gently.
She accurately blocked Jiang Zhiyi’s punch.
There was a snap, fists collided in the air, and the air suddenly sank.
Jiang Zhiyi pressed down on the white-haired doctor like a mountain, but the white-haired doctor didn’t even take a step back.
She just held the opponent’s fist with her right hand and teased at the corner of her mouth: “Is this the president of the Southern Martial Alliance?”
“It’s enough to deal with a little kid like you!”
Facing the ridicule, Jiang Zhiyi looked ugly, and then punched out with his left hand, which was powerful and heavy.
The white-haired doctor was already on guard. He raised his left arm to block the opponent’s wrist.
Jiang Zhiyi’s two consecutive attacks were unsatisfactory, so he took a step back and twisted his neck, and then came forward with a burst of punches to fight again.
The white-haired doctor didn’t have too many emotions, and he didn’t care about the gradually gathering warriors of the Southern Martial Alliance.
She just hummed softly and lowered her right hand to meet Jiang Zhiyi’s violent attack.
“Bang bang” sound!
Both of them were domineering, their fists and kicks were intersecting intensively, and the dull collision sounds that tugged at people’s hearts were continuous.
The warriors from the Southern Martial Alliance approaching from all around wanted to help, but they couldn’t find any help.
Song Shiyan also walked around with a short gun, trying to shoot several times, but the figure at the muzzle of the gun moved, making it difficult for him to lock on.
“Bang!”
With another loud noise, Jiang Zhiyi and the white-haired doctor kicked each other.
The two of them separated with a thud.
“Sneak attack on my Aunt Jiang, kill me!”
Song Shiyan took the opportunity to step forward and pull the trigger on the white-haired doctor.
Bullets were fired at the white-haired doctor.
The white-haired doctor jumped up to avoid the incoming bullet. Before Song Shiyan fired the second shot, she kicked off her feet.
The white-haired doctor crashed into the crowd behind him like a cannonball, and pressed his palm down on the body of a disciple of the Southern Martial Alliance.
With a loud bang, the latter dragged his legs and slid back four to five meters, blood spurting from the corner of his mouth.
Then, the white-haired doctor made a beautiful dodge to avoid Song Shiyan’s second shot, and then she clapped her hands.
“Pengpengpeng.”
After the white-haired doctor’s applause, there was a muffled sound all around the clearing.
A dozen pill bottles rolling on the ground exploded, sending out a large plume of pungent smoke.
The wind blew over, causing the scene to become hazy and the disciples of the Southern Martial Alliance to become confused.
The white-haired doctor took the opportunity to run away.
Seeing that the opponent was about to run away, Song Shiyan gritted his teeth and chased after the opponent: “Chase!”
He pulled the trigger in the direction in which the white-haired doctor was evacuating, fired all the more than ten bullets in the gun in one breath, and then replaced the magazine to pursue.
At almost the same moment, Zhao Muge called for the disciples of the Nanwu League to surround and kill him.
Dozens of disciples from the Southern Martial Arts Alliance stood in the way of the white-haired doctor’s evacuation with murderous intent.
“Whoosh whoosh!”
The white-haired doctor showed no fear in the face of the siege. While running like a cheetah, he waved his left hand and released a series of needles.
The three disciples of the Southern Martial Alliance fell to the ground in response, with deep blood holes in their throats, and they fell in a pool of blood with their eyes open.
“Hit! Beat me!”
At this time, the gun in the hands of Song’s gunman also fired, and a web of firepower enveloped the white-haired doctor.
The white-haired doctor kicked her legs off the ground, bursting out with absolute speed. She suddenly stopped speeding as if the scene was frozen, and then rushed forward instantly.
Before the bullets were fired, he rolled and hid behind the taxi to avoid a swarm of bullets.
When the gunfire stopped for a moment, she grabbed a body and threw it out, slamming it into the Song gunman who fired.
Amidst the wailing screams, she suddenly started again!
“Whoosh whoosh!”
First, he shot three needles out of his hand, knocking down the three Nanwu League disciples in front.
Then she took out a scalpel and knocked over two more, breaking through the encirclement of the Nanwu League disciples who were about to close.
The white-haired doctor also picked up a gun and shot wildly at the chasing opponents.
After all the bullets were fired, more than a dozen people from the Southern Martial Alliance fell down, but she only suffered a scratch on her waist, not a fatal injury.
Song Shiyan became furious, brandished his weapon and shouted, “Chase! Chase her! You must kill her!”
He led Zhao Muge and the others in pursuit of the white-haired doctor.
“Chirp!”
At this moment, the sky suddenly darkened, and a black shadow swooped down like a bat.
He fired a series of marbles at the crowd with both hands, erupting into puffs of acrid smoke.
The weakly defended Nanwu League disciples suddenly staggered and fell to the ground.
Jiang Zhiyi was then exposed.
“Whoosh!”
A black shadow passed over Jiang Zhiyi, and a rope with a hook hooked Jiang Zhiyi’s back.
The next second, Jiang Zhiyi rose into the sky and was carried away by the black shadow…
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