Shen Zhifei appeared at this moment, but instead of helping, he went straight for Gu Fengkai.
The accomplices were all passionately beating Song Lang, and no one noticed Shen Zhifei quietly approaching Gu Fengkai from behind.
Taking advantage of his height, Shen Zhifei covered Gu Fengkai's mouth and half-dragged him toward the alley entrance.
When they reached the alley entrance, Gu Fengkai, who had been struggling violently, finally managed to break free from Shen Zhifei's grasp. He turned his head and saw a fruit knife gleaming as it was thrust towards his face. He shuddered and cursed as he tried to block it.
The situation can change in the blink of an eye.
When Gu Fengkai tried to take the knife, he felt a tremendous force grab his wrist, and at the same time the hilt of the knife was handed into his palm.
The next second, he felt the blade seem to have pierced something during the shoving, followed by a warm sensation in his palm.
Gu Fengkai looked down in surprise. The fruit knife he was holding was already stuck in Shen Zhifei's left shoulder. Gushing blood not only quickly soaked through the boy's white shirt, but also turned his hand blood red.
Shen Zhifei's face quickly turned pale, but the corners of his mouth turned up in a smile.
"Go to hell, you trash."
Chapter 056
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"Feifei! Get the hell out of here—"
Song Lang let out a heart-wrenching scream, and the veins on his forehead and neck bulged out instantly.
Suddenly, a surge of brute force arose within him. He kicked aside four or five people, staggered to the alley entrance, and scooped up the person lying in a pool of blood into his arms.
"Feifei! Don't fucking scare me! Feifei!"
He kept calling out, his trembling hands, quickly stained red with blood, as he dialed for an ambulance. In the end, he was almost crying out for help: "Please hurry, he's bleeding so much, hurry—!"
Shen Zhifei lost his body temperature due to blood loss, and his body trembled slightly uncontrollably. His eyelids drooped as if weighed down by a thousand-pound stone, and his consciousness gradually blurred. However, he could feel the tears dripping onto his face with exceptional clarity, like a rain shower on a winter night.
It was icy cold, yet it carried Song Lang's burning body temperature.
It is a gentle contradiction.
He steadied himself and grasped those trembling hands, whispering, "Don't be afraid, Song Lang, don't cry."
Song Lang cried even louder.
He felt immense regret and fear, and even hated his own cowardice.
If it weren't for his retreat, Shen Zhifei would never have been dragged into this mess.
What are those so-called ethics, morality, reputation, and honor that I was worried about before compared to Shen Zhifei's life?
It's all bullshit.
He cannot lose Shen Zhifei.
He wanted his Feifei to live, to live well.
He wanted to be with Shen Zhifei in good health and peace, to love her openly and honestly, just like any other couple in the world.
"Brother, it's so cold, hold me tighter..." Shen Zhifei's lips were pale, but her hands refused to let go. "Don't let go, Song Lang, please don't give up on me."
He was nearly unconscious, and kept murmuring that Song Lang should not let go.
Song Lang cried and hugged him even tighter; Shen Zhifei's blood had stained his clothes as well.
"Okay! Feifei, I'm right here. Don't fall asleep, please don't fall asleep!"
But Shen Zhifei could not hear his pleas and closed her eyes heavily.
When the accomplices realized that something serious had happened, they were all stunned and at a loss. They were all young men under twenty years old. They had only come to support their brothers and never expected that it would turn into a fight.
Gu Fengkai looked panicked and tried to explain, "He stabbed himself, not me..."
"What the hell are you standing there for? Damn it, run!" someone shouted, and everyone snapped out of their daze and started running wildly toward the alleyways on both sides.
Gu Fengkai also tried to escape in a panic, but before he had run ten meters, the sound of police sirens came from the street corner.
He cursed under his breath, turned around and ran back. After running for half a mile, he was tackled to the ground by the police officers who caught up with him.
"It wasn't me! It's none of my business! Let the hell go—"
"This has nothing to do with you, why are you running away? Behave yourself!"
Gu Fengkai struggled as he was forced into the police car. Leaning out of the rolled-down window, he shouted towards the alleyway not far away, "Song Lang, you wait! I'll fucking get my hands on your mess—"
"Shut up, you dare to be so arrogant in a police car."
Gu Fengkai was pushed back into his seat. He glanced at the rearview mirror and saw half of his face reflected there, stained with blood.
He knew he was finished.
When Shen Zhifei was taken to the hospital, he was close to hemorrhagic shock, while Song Lang was left outside the emergency room anxiously waiting for news.
The nurse saw that his face was also covered in bruises and he was badly injured. She advised him to get a full check-up, but Song Lang refused. What if Fei Fei woke up and wanted to see him?
Left with no other option, the nurse could only give him a quick treatment outside the emergency room and repeatedly reminded him to get a check-up later.
Not long after, the police arrived, and Shen Lingyu, who had received the news, also rushed over.
She rushed over, pulled her eldest son into a tight hug, and said in a trembling voice with red eyes, "You brat, you scared me to death!"