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.

know you're hurt and unarmed.

Blair 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

moved, they followed him, guns still trained on him.

man shouted nervously,

turned a deaf ear to the man's threat and kept walking. His course took him out of the

one else outside. Wesley told the leader, "Take her to the hospital. I'll stay here

don't think so," the leader said. Then the bandit took a step forward. "Give me that damn thing!

something happens to her, no one makes it out of here alive!" Wesley said through gritted teeth. His voice was so cold

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

man could respond, Wesley shook his head and said to the leader, "Nuh-uh.

a little pale because of his wounds, he was still the awe-inspiring crime-buster. These bandits didn't dare look down on him

I didn't know you were a comedian. You're in no position to make demands, Colonel Li. Don't forget—we have

couldn't care less about what he said. "You

have what you want. Go ahead, kill me. But

else do it? What are you planning?" the

and you order your man to kill her anyway?

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

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 that Blair had given him as a gift, lit the cigarette and took

watching as Wesley smoked. They were afraid that