Zhao Zhonghai hurriedly rushed forward, swinging the telescopic stick hard, and did his best to protect Lin Chuan and Zhou Rui. At this time, Zhao Zhonghai spared no energy. His breaths heavy like a bull, he almost felt as if he couldn't catch his breath.
"Brother, are you alright?" Zhao Zhonghai asked urgently.
"I'm fine!" Lin Chuan quickly straightened his back, an excruciatingly hot feeling from the wound on his back, as if a cold liquid was slowly soaking his back. Lin Chuan knew this was the rhythm of the blood flowing from the wound.
Qingzi stared at Lin Chuan, dumbfounded, never expecting him to protect her with his own body of flesh and blood. Inside Qingzi, something seemed to have violently breached her internal barriers. She hurriedly asked, "Mr. Lin Chuan, are you... are you really okay?"
"I… I'm fine." Lin Chuan shook his head.
Zhao Zhonghai gritted his teeth, "Damn it, there are too many people, we can't hold on anymore."
