Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife

Wesley sneered. 'We can leave after we give you that thing? You think I was born yesterday? If I give it to you, then we're dead meat.' "I'll say this one more time. Let her go, and I'll give you what you want," he said firmly. There were pieces of broken glass in the soles of Blair's feet, and she was still bleeding. She needed to go to the hospital now.

Blair shook her head. 'Wesley is still hurt. There are more than ten bandits and they're all armed. He's doomed if he stands and fights.' She wanted to say something, but had no strength to talk. Wesley didn't look at her; he couldn't afford to let the bandits know he cared for her.

The masked man was chewing a betel nut in his mouth. "I can let her go. But how far do you think she'll get on her own? How about this? If she can walk by herself, I'll let her go."

Wesley walked towards Blair, and this move alarmed the bandits. They all raised their guns, aiming at him. Blair's heart raced wildly in her chest. "Watch out!" she tried to yell, but she could only manage a weak croak.

Who knew if he heard what she said? Wesley didn't even pause and continued walking forward. He squatted down before her and said in a voice that could only be heard by her, "Don't worry. They can't hurt me. Are you all right?" While speaking, he tore a strip of cloth from his T-shirt and wrapped her feet.

There were still pieces of broken glass in her feet, but this might stop them from bleeding. This was the best he could do for right now. "I'll be quick. Just hold on," he said in a soft voice.

Blair gave him a sweet smile despite the pain. "Mmm hmm."

She looked like a weak girl, but she could be pretty strong because of him. Although her feet were killing her, she clenched her teeth, determined not to cry.

After Wesley was done, he held one of her hands to check on it.

A pained groan escaped Blair's lips as the sharp pain shot through her arm. Wesley was heartbroken at her groan, and when he found the pinpricks in her fingers, his rage flared.

His face was rigid and tense because of his anger. He swore to himself that whoever did this to her would suffer the same fate.

"Give it up. I know you're hurt

up in his arms and walked towards the door. His leg was almost recovered, but it still ached when he put weight on it. Despite this, he walked as steadily as he could and focused through the pain—he didn't want the bandits to

When he moved, they followed him, guns still trained on him. They were afraid that he would just leave this place with

man shouted

kept walking. His course took him out of

was no one else outside. Wesley told the leader, "Take her to

a step forward. "Give

Wesley said through gritted teeth. His voice was so cold that the expressions of the bandits changed to

to look at one of his men and ordered, "Get her to a

head and said to the leader, "Nuh-uh.

his wounds, he was still the awe-inspiring crime-buster. These bandits didn't dare look down on him or relax their guard just because he was

no position

"You take

clenched his teeth and wanted to curse. But Wesley continued, "Don't forget I have what you want. Go ahead, kill me. But then, you'll never get your hands on what you went through

someone else do it? What are you planning?" the leader asked

trust you. What if I give you the thing and you order your man to kill her anyway? I'm not

said. 'He has a point, ' the leader thought. He spat out the debris of the betel nut he'd been chewing, walked over to Wesley and took Blair from his arms. The poor woman was already unconscious.

watched as the leader walked off with Blair in his arms. Ignoring the bandits pointing their guns at him, he took a cigarette out from the pack in his pocket. Then he took out the lighter

their guns tighter, watching as Wesley smoked. They were afraid that this man would kill