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.

lost his patience. "Give it up. I know you're hurt and

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 as steadily as he could and focused through the pain—he didn't want the bandits to know

they followed him, guns still trained

he reached the door, a man

and kept

leader, "Take her to the hospital. I'll

the bandit took a step forward. "Give me that damn thing! Then

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

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

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

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

a hero, but I didn't know you were a comedian. You're in no position to make demands, Colonel Li. Don't forget—we have you and your woman as hostages. You do

couldn't care less about what he said. "You take her to the hospital. Quit toying with

want. Go ahead, kill me. But then, you'll never get your hands on what

me to take her? Why can't someone else do

you. What if I give you the thing and you order your man to kill her anyway? I'm

thought. He spat out the debris of the betel nut he'd been chewing, walked over to Wesley and

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

boss around. They clutched their guns tighter, watching as Wesley smoked. They were afraid that this