When the first person bleeded and fell to the ground, the scene finally got out of control.

The crowd became excited, and everyone was tearing together with the people around them. After they formed a ball, they could no longer calm down.

Neither Du He nor Jiang Zhongye, who came here temporarily, could do nothing to make up for this kind of scene.

Nanfeng was arranged by Du He to hide in the backstage as soon as the chaos began. She was insignificant and successfully escaped from the crowd. Du He and other disciples of Liankui's squad did not have such good luck.

The disciples of Liankui, who were dressed in a long performance gown, looked very imposing and attracted more "care" than ordinary spectators.

Although the military and police aimed at the young men in gray, they obviously put the star signs on their shoulders in their hearts. The people suffered unrestrained disasters and innocently took on many attacks of venting anger.

No one dared to resist the police detectives openly, and thus there were more secret movements, such as pushing, kicking, and black hands, which easily caused many people to be accidentally injured by their own people.

Du He was stuck on his ribs and finally squeezed to Jiang Ling, pulling up Jiang Ling, who was trampled on the ground, curled up in a ball. Jiang Ling looked panicked, but he stood up straight with a composure. Then, the two of them squeezed to Jiang Zhongye together.

No one can hear clearly what the people around him are saying, even if they are calling loudly in their ears, it is futile.

Facing a large group of unarmed young people, the black-clad police detectives showed their hideous faces, which made Du He creepy.

Many of them are the same age as Du He, and even have half-grown children with fluff on their mouths, but none of the detectives showed mercy.

When the rubber stick hits it without thinking, a muffled sound will be made by people, and occasionally a slightly crisper fracture sound will be heard. These sounds are mixed with everyone's helpless shouts and pain, almost overturning the ceiling.

Jiang Ling's clothes were messy, his temples were scattered, and there was a trace of blood on the corners of his mouth. However, these injuries were nothing compared to Du He's blood in his mouth and Jiang Zhongye's arms hanging on the side.

The two men tacitly sandwiched Jiang Ling in the middle, and blocked most of the attacks in the crowd with difficulty.

People are already red in their eyes, regardless of identity or age, and everyone is rejecting people who are close to them.

Those young men in gray clothes were much better than those of the detectives and spectators. They only targeted the detectives, and it can be seen that although they were very strong, they were restrained and should only want to protect themselves, and they had no unnecessary thoughts.

Even so, in the huge venue, young people in gray clothes were constantly surrounded by several policemen, and soon dragged the unconscious person who was beaten in the middle to the outside of the venue.

"What do they do?!"

Jiang Ling was shocked and angry, and couldn't believe he would have seen such a thing.

Jiang Zhongye's decent suit was covered in dirty marks, so he didn't bother to sort it out. Jiang Zhongye tried his best to push Jiang Ling to the magic team, "We can't control it, you can hide in!"

Jiang Ling's eyes were filled with tears, and Jiang Zhongye pushed into the small entrance under the stage. Du He heard Jiang Ling choke and say in a daze: "They are still so young... how can they be cruel..."

Jiang Zhongye hurriedly touched the top of his daughter's head and closed the door.

Du He did not go in. He and Jiang Zhongye stood side by side, blocking the direction where the crowd might come, ensuring Jiang Ling's safety.

They can’t take care of others anymore. When danger comes, they are just individuals. They don’t have the ability to protect more, and they can only take care of their own family.

Du Hexun's and Jiang Zhongye reached an agreement.

There were only a hundred young people, and they were still scattered in the field. The number of detectives was only one-third of them. However, it was like a tiger entering a flock of sheep. The detectives beat them one by one with the sticks in their hands. Some people wanted to compete with the Du He who was standing Minghuang. In the end, they either fell to the ground for no reason or were blocked by the two and pushed into the crowd.

Du He insisted on not having any more movements, and wanted his wife to pass the difficulty of the disaster in moderation until he saw a child who was less than his elbow was hit by a rough detective from behind.

The child lay down softly, like a ragdoll used to make magic, soft as boneless.

A scarlet squirted out from the child's head, a small red flower bloomed, and it quickly withered.

Du He heard Jiang Ling exclaim through the wooden board.

Without hesitation, Du He took action. Two ordinary playing cards were pinched in Du He's hands. After a few seconds, with the slight sound of breaking through the air, the two detectives yelled and fell to the ground. The wounds on their legs were clean. The playing cards had already flown into the crowd and left nothing.

Du He lowered his head and rushed out quickly. Soon, he broke the top of his head and brought back the child who had become a blood gourd. Jiang Ling opened the wooden door at the same time and took the child over. The whole process was completed in one go. Jiang Zhongye covered him, Du He executed him, and Jiang Ling finished. The three of them didn't say anything from beginning to end, but the level of tacit understanding was terrible.

With the disciples as much as possible, the members of Liankui's squad gradually gained a foothold and passed the most chaotic period. When everything returned to silence.

The dust settled and the ground was messy.

Du He raised his head from under the corner of a torn piece of clothing.

After taking off the dust on his body, Du He looked around and pulled Jiang Zhongye, who was looking painful.

Jiang Zhongye's arm seemed to be dislocated. He held his arm with one hand, frowned with his eyebrows and looked painful. The three apprentices on one side gently tied a scarf to Jiang Zhongye and fixed his arm.

Even the people in Kuiban cannot take their arms, but they rely on both hands to make a living. Generally, they do not dare to be careless when injured on their hands. It is the usual practice to send them to Dr. Jin's home, who is full-time invasive and injured.

Jiang Zhongye looked pale, leaned against the bottom of the stage, waved his hand and shouted Du He closer.

Du He saw Nanfeng looking at this side with a head protruding his head, looking pretty good, and quietly came to Jiang Zhongye's side.

"Ahe, I'm in a bad mood. San'er said that you performed well today, so you'll clean up the endgame and take everyone back."

Jiang Zhongye had beads of sweat the size of beans on his forehead, and he forced himself to explain the matter to Du He. After seeing Du Hehan and said softly, he really felt relieved and left here with the third brother Qiu He.

The headmaster handed the matter to Du He in person, reducing a lot of resistance for Du He's next arrangement. After looking around the chaos, Du He took a deep breath and said loudly: "Let's check first, if you are injured."

Everyone was moved. Lian Kuiban suffered this disaster and his props were destroyed and he lost countless losses. However, Du He did not care about these property immediately, but instead cared about everyone's body first, which showed that Du He was a person who valued friendship in his heart.

At critical moments, people cannot be faked. Even the parties involved will not realize that their behavior will change their views on him. Du He is just based on his own medical spirit and respecting life is more important than external things.

While everyone was checking each other's bodies, Du He put the fragmented cages that had not had time to move away when they were leaving the curtain call together, blocking the exit next to the stage.

Jiang Ling gently opened the door and quickly slipped into the backstage with the child who was in a coma on his back.

Nan Feng glanced at Du He's expression and silently helped Jiang Ling open the curtain in the background.

When everyone left, Jiang Ling had already covered his bloody clothes with an unknown coat, and the child disappeared.

The car was packed up and the props scattered on the ground, and there was no way to sit on the other side. Du He carried Nanfeng on his back and followed Jiang Ling, crossing half of Shanghai in a mess, and returned to Liankui Ban.

Everyone was exhausted, and Du He did not explain anything more. After settling down the injured disciples, he did not even remove the car. He ordered Aunt Jiang Si to send each disciple's supper into his room, and then called for a break.

After a day of bad things, the magicians returned to their respective houses exhausted.

After everyone left, Du He moved a box into the warehouse, while Jiang Ling quickly pulled out a medicine box from the corner and carefully opened it.

The child was still unconscious, with a rough bandage on his head. Fortunately, the blood had stopped and his breathing was weak, he survived.

Jiang Ling touched the child's breath and breathed a sigh of relief. Du He took the initiative to shave off the child's wound head, which made Jiang Ling reband.

The child settled in the box again. After nightfall, Du He, who had been waiting for a long time, took him back to his house.

There was no way, after wiping away the blood on his face, Du He and Jiang Ling realized that this "child" was not young. He looked very thin and had fluffy on his face, but he was indeed an adult face.

The child could settle in Jiang Ling's room with better concealment, so the older boy had to put it in Du He's room.

After eating the food that Nanfeng left for the two, Jiang Ling went to see the unconscious boy again, touched his forehead and wiped his sweat, turned left and right, but he didn't leave. Nanfeng frowned and wanted to ask Jiang Ling directly if he was brainless.

Nanfeng had experienced several quarrels between Du He and Jiang Ling. These quarrels made Nanfeng, who had a good relationship with Jiang Ling, feel embarrassed. He had to reduce the number of times he met Jiang Ling, so he barely maintained his relationship with the two of them.

Jiang Ling never took the initiative to come to Du He's room. In her words, it was, "She dared not provoke the young master who relied on his family's money to buy foreign things."

But neither of them realized that Jiang Ling had come to Du He's room more and more recently.
Chapter completed!