Rain, the flow of this river is relatively fast, and it flows to another suburban county of the capital.

Yi Yang helped Ling Hai sit down, took off his coat and shirt, and tore the cotton shirt into strips to make a simple bandage.

"If we keep walking like this, we have already deviated from the center of the city. I'm afraid that you won't be able to go very far before you meet God. So, now we use this river and float down a few kilometers with the current, and then go ashore.

, this way we can leave here quickly."

After a pause, Yi Yang continued: "You must pull out the knife on your shoulder now, grit your teeth and hold on!"

Yi Yang didn't wait for Ling Hai to agree, and even Ling Hai was so weak that he didn't even have time to react. Yi Yang reached out and pulled out the knife, and a bloody arrow shot out... Ling Hai groaned again, and...

The body weighing over a hundred kilograms felt like it was about to collapse.

Yi Yang quickly made a cloth bag with his shirt and pressed it against the knife edge. Fortunately, the knife went straight in and the wound was not too big. He quickly wrapped a bandage around his armpits and shoulders and wrapped a shirt bandage.

Throughout the whole process, Yi Yang was always capable and calm. He had obviously done rescue work on the battlefield. He was completely childish when it came to handling such incidents.

After cleaning up Ling Hai's wounds and erasing the traces, the two of them went into the river.

The water was still very cold in April, but in order to escape, the two people endured it desperately and floated downward with the current.

Two thirty-three in the morning, Moon Bay Club, Beijing.

Wang Jiaoyang's face instantly turned pale with shock when he heard the shocking news coming over the phone.

Such a big thing happened!

Killing someone who just offended him turned out to be such a shocking event!

Wang Jiaoyang immediately asked Zhang Yiqing, where is that sick guy? Damn it! How did he do it! He actually stabbed such a huge fool.

Wang Jiaoyang picked up the phone again and called the front desk.

"The young man who came here earlier, did you leave his phone number?"

When the front desk clerk of the club heard Mr. Wang's question in an absolutely cold tone, he was so frightened that he trembled all over. He forgot about the soft and coquettish voice, and stammered a very neat answer: "No... no!"

Wang Jiaoyang was so angry that he slammed the phone in his hand at the LCD TV hanging on the wall.
Chapter completed!