Diary of Getting Rich Quick in the South

In my memory, Zhao Hongqi was a tough, domineering gangster.

Everyone who sees him has to give him some leeway.

But now he lay in front of me in a sorry state, covered in blood, his face deathly pale.

"Mr. Zhao, I'll take you to the hospital."

I only stood there for a few seconds before squatting down to help him up.

I have mixed feelings about Zhao Hongqi.

I hate him, but I'm also grateful to him.

If it weren't for him, my cousin wouldn't have died, and Su Wan wouldn't have ended up working at a place like a club.

But then again, even without him, my cousin would have borrowed money from others, and Su Wan would definitely have been taken away by Boss Liu that night at the club, and I reckon she would have been beaten to death.

"Thank you."

Zhao Hongqi struggled to her feet, supporting herself with my hand, and leaned weakly against me.

Feeling my hands were wet, I looked down and saw that the guy had been stabbed in the stomach, his intestines were sticking out, and he was currently covering the wound with his hand.

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I gasped. This was too brutal! They were trying to kill him.

"Mr. Zhao, who wants you dead?"

I helped him to the side of the road, ready to hail a taxi to the hospital.

As soon as I raised my hand, I saw a Sea Lion bread truck rushing towards us at an extremely high speed.

Before the car even stopped, the door opened, and seven or eight men wielding steel pipes and machetes jumped out of the vehicle.

Seeing this scene, all the customers who were still eating barbecue, drinking draft beer, and bragging all ran away, and a lot of tables and chairs were overturned.

"Zhao Hongqi is there! Kill him!"

The leader was carrying a crude Guan Gong knife made from a welded steel pipe butcher's knife, which he pointed menacingly at us.

I broke out in a cold sweat instantly.

Judging from the strange weapons they were carrying, these people were no ordinary thugs.

My cousin once told me that if you encounter two types of people in a fight, you must run away. If all else fails, kneel down and kowtow to them. As long as you're alive, you can always fight again.

The first type is a homemade gun made by wrapping iron pipes with duct tape, and the second type is a pig-slaughtering knife welded onto a steel pipe.

These two types of people are different from ordinary thugs; they are truly willing to risk their lives.

Just as my cousin said.

After these guys jumped out of the car, they didn't say anything pretentious like "Let him go if you don't want to die" or "Where do we belong? Get out of the way if you don't want to die."

As the man pointed out Zhao Hongqi's location, I saw several butcher knives slashing towards us.

One of them even swung it horizontally at my neck, clearly intending to kill me as well.

I didn't have time to think. Instinctively, I bent down and pulled Zhao Hongqi to the side.

The blade of the butcher's knife almost grazed my scalp; if I had been a second slower, my head would have been chopped off.

Zhao Hongqi was already so weak that he could barely stand. Although I pushed him away forcefully, he still took a knife wound to his arm.

Fortunately, he was quick enough, otherwise this strike could have severed his entire arm.

Before I could catch my breath, the remaining men rushed over with knives in hand.

The issue is no longer whether or not to help Zhao Hongqi; it's that this group of people think I'm one of Zhao Hongqi's gang and want to kill me.

I grabbed two beer bottles from the ground and smashed them hard.

The bottom of the bottle shattered, and a ring of sharp shards of glass was exposed around the mouth of the bottle.

I stood tightly in front of Zhao Hongqi, staring intently at the people in front of me, and slowly backed away.

The other side was ruthless, but not stupid, nor were they fearless suicide bombers. Seeing me swinging two sharp, broken bottles around with red eyes, they didn't dare to rush at me immediately.

The leader pointed a knife at my nose: "Kid, this has nothing to do with you, don't go looking for trouble!"

I held onto the broken glass bottle; I didn't return it.

Having been through so much, I've long understood that street fights are never about who has the toughest weapon, but about who has the most aggressive spirit.

Giving in is useless, backing down is even more useless. Once my momentum collapses, they will rush over and kill me in the first place.

My eyes were red, and I waved the broken bottle at them a few times, yelling, "Fuck you! Come on, kill me if you dare! Who the hell's afraid of who?!"

These words thoroughly enraged them.

Without saying a word, the blond guy at the front raised his welding knife and steel pipe and swung it at me.

I dodged to the side in a disheveled manner, and slashed his arm hard with the broken bottle in my hand.

The blond-haired man's forearm was instantly slashed open, leaving a bloody gash. He screamed in pain and staggered backward.

Another person took the opportunity to kick me in the waist with great force, making me groan and stagger back two steps.

Then Zhao Hongqi shouted, "Watch out!"

I had just turned my head when I was hit on the back, and it stung terribly.

Fortunately, Zhao Hongqi kicked the man with all his might, and the blade grazed my back without breaking any bones, only leaving a wound a few centimeters long.

I didn't dare fight back, so I threw the bottle in my hand at them.

Taking advantage of the moment when they were hiding, I grabbed Zhao Hongqi and turned to run.

"Fuck you! Don't let them get away, kill them!"

Zhao Hongqi's intestines were ripped out, and he ran very slowly. He was caught by the group in less than half a minute.

Just when I was about to despair, several blinding lights came on, and several cars sped over and stopped beside us.

The car doors opened one by one, and five or six people got out of each car.

A dozen or so people came down in no time, each carrying a weapon.

Seeing that Zhao Hongqi had brought so many reinforcements, those guys who were chasing us just now turned around and ran away.

"Mr. Zhao, are you alright?"

"Mr. Zhao is injured. Get him to the hospital immediately."

"You guys take Boss Zhao to the hospital, the rest of you come with me and chase after those bastards to kill them!"

After this ordeal, Zhao Hongqi bled even more, his eyes were half-open and half-closed, and he was about to fall into a coma.

But he still pointed at me and said, "Chen An, you...you go too."

His brothers didn't even wait for my reply before shoving me into the car like a sack of potatoes.

Upon arriving at the hospital, Zhao Hongqi was rushed into the emergency room for treatment, and I followed her to the wound cleaning room to have my wound treated and stitched.

He was slashed in the back; although the bone wasn't broken, he still needed six stitches.

I'm starting to seriously doubt again whether Chuncheng is really my nemesis. My head is still wrapped in bandages, and now I've been stabbed again.

More than four hours later, when it was almost dawn, Zhao Hongqi finally came out of the emergency room.

She had already changed into a hospital gown, with the buttons on her chest undone and her waist wrapped in gauze.

Its head, like mine, was wrapped in gauze.

There were dressings and bandages on many parts of his limbs.

The doctor told us that Zhao Hongqi had been stabbed more than twenty times, with more than a dozen of them on his back. However, they were all superficial wounds, so we didn't need to worry.

I was speechless for a moment, feeling an indescribable awkwardness in my heart.

People are being used as whetstones, their intestines are sticking out, and it's only considered a superficial injury?

I really don't understand the standards for injury assessment.

Some people are slashed dozens of times and stitched up, but in the end, their injuries are only classified as minor.

On the contrary, some people with only a simple finger fracture are directly diagnosed as having a serious injury.

Speaking of Zhao Hongqi, he's quite a character. He was stabbed so many times, yet he was still smiling and seemed completely unharmed.

"Chen An, thank you so much for today. If it weren't for you, I might be done for!"

Zhao Hongqi patted my arm hard.

I scratched my head and said, "You helped me when we were at the club before, and we owe you so much money. You gave us time to pay it back and didn't charge interest. It's only right that I help you."

"Good, you're a loyal friend! I could tell you were a loyal and devoted person back at your sister-in-law's house!"

As he spoke, he turned to look at his brothers who were gathered around the hospital bed and said loudly.

"From this day forward, Chen An is my younger brother, Zhao Hongqi's own brother!"

"Anyone who doesn't give him face is disrespecting me, Zhao Hongqi!"

"Did you all understand?"