Chapter 1465 I Hurt

Chapter 1465 I Hurt

The bruised and wounded child cried after Mother Mao hurled him to the ground. The child curled his body while whimpering. He raised his tied-up little arms over his head, trying to protect it while the madwoman continued to rain down blows on him.

"I think that's enough," Father Mao said as he tried to pull his wife away.

He hated the child's parents for destroying his daughter's life, but this was all too much. Originally, he planned on just frightening the child to fulfill their end of the bargain with the woman in a floral dress, but his wife immediately raised her hand on the poor child.

"Go out if you can't stand it!" Mother Mao snapped at him.

The child was dragged across the floor. But before she could start another wave of strikes, they heard the sound of gunshots and people shouting outside. Even the kidnappers started fleeing, but it was all too late.

Mother Mao was terrified. She immediately abandoned the poor child and ran to her husband.

Father Mao grabbed her and pulled her to hide behind the walls.

"Aaaaah!"

Mother Mao covered her ears as a bullet shattered the wooden window. Even the poorly made mud walls started to crumble in places where bullets hit.

"Aaaaaah! Aaaaaaaaaaah!!!"

Father Mao covered his wife's mouth. He closed his eyes and seemed to accept their fates.

"We're done for," he murmured as the wooden door to the room flew away when someone kicked it open.

Armed men swarmed inside. n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

One swooped toward the now unconscious child and quickly but carefully carried him outside. Everything happened so fast that Father Mao just stared in horror as the other armed men pointed their guns at them.

Perhaps adrenaline got into her and Mother Mao thought that the armed men were on their side, the subordinates of the woman in a flower dress.

She recklessly jumped forward and cried, "Help! Please help us!"

"No, don't!" Father Mao tried to stop her, but it was already too late.

The armed men's response to them was a barrage of gunshots.

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"Roger, Boss Hao!"

His subordinates promptly carried the Mao couple like sacks of trash.

"No protests, Evelinka?" he asked.

"Big Brother, I'm not a hypocrite," Iris replied through his in-ear phones. "They hurt my godson. Just...."

"Just?"

He heard her sigh. "Just don't forget to leave them to the police after you're done dealing with them. We live in a lawful and civilized society now, Big Brother."

"Heh."

"You have your own family now," she added in a whisper.

He didn't reply.

Bacon interrupted them, "Attention. The unidentified armed men are now withdrawing. I repeat, the unidentified men are now withdrawing."

Lu Zihao frowned. "Team 3, pursue and find out more information about them. Team 4, gather their fallen members and take them back to HQ—the living for interrogation and the dead for examination. Teams 1, 2, and 5, continue with the original mission."

"Roger, Boss Hao!"

"Roger!"

He left the room and found a couple of his subordinates quickly but carefully administering first aid to the child. The kid whimpered and opened his eyes. They saw the fear in the child's eyes.

"Little Jun, it's me." Lu Zihao removed his night-vision goggles.

The child turned his head at the familiar voice and cried, "Anko Haohao!" (Uncle Haohao)

He reached his little arms toward his uncle. Lu Zihao signalled his subordinates. They withdrew. He knelt and opened his arms. The kid threw himself at him.

"Wah! Anko Haohao! Junjun scayed! Waaaaah!!!" (Wah! Uncle Haohao! Junjun is scared! Waaaaah!!!)

The cold-bloodedness in Lu Zihao's eyes melted away as he cradled the child in his arms. "It's okay now, Little Jun. Uncle Zihao will return you to your parents and our family."

Little Jun blinked his eyes at him, large drops of tears falling down his face.

"I hurt."