Fast-wearing fancy style

Chapter 369 The Pretty Widow of the Republic of China VS the Iron-Blooded Marshal [47]

I don't want to have an accident.

"stop!"

Someone found their trail.

What followed was a steady stream of gunfire.

Qingtian consciously held Le Tong in his arms and jumped off the wall.

The two hugged and rolled towards the distance, Qingtian stood up, took Le Tong's hand and ran.

"stop!"

The soldiers behind him chased after him, and the sound of gunfire resounded through the night.

Qingtian kept looking for shelter while running, and suddenly he flashed into a corner, where a car was parked.

"Get in the car."

Le Tong quickly opened the car door and sat on it.

Qingtian started the car, and the car jumped out like a cheetah.

But this didn't stop these people from chasing and killing them, Qingtian's lips were tightly pursed, and his whole body was on alert.

Suddenly his expression changed, he manipulated the steering wheel with one hand, and pressed Le Tong's upper body with the other, "Get down."

As soon as the voice fell, the bullet shot from the rear glass, passed Le Tong's ear, and hit the front windshield.

Qingtian changed his usual calm and composed look, and his tone was faintly nervous, "How are you? Are you injured?"

It was the first time Le Tong saw such a battle, he was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously shook his head, "I'm fine, you put it down."

Qingtian breathed a sigh of relief, "Sit still."

Le Tong firmly grasped the handle on the chair.

Qingtian stepped up the accelerator.

As the speed of the car became faster and faster, the distance gradually increased.

The soldiers chasing behind fell far behind, watching the car disappear into the night helplessly.

Zhu Yi didn't know what happened in the Marshal's Mansion, and he was still dancing with the dancer at the Moulin Rouge.

Zhao Zhixu opened his pocket watch and looked at the time. An hour had passed. According to the command of the young marshal, no matter what happened to him, they had to retreat, especially to protect Jonson.

He leaned over and approached Jonson, who was pretending to be Qingtian, and whispered a few words.

Jonson nodded, and then continued to sit there watching the performance on the stage.

After the song was over, he stood up and walked to a woman in a blue cheongsam in the seat next to him, and asked gentlemanly, "Can I dance with you."

After the woman nodded in agreement, Jonson took the woman's hand and stepped onto the dance floor, just passing by Zhu Yi who was coming back.

Zhu Yi looked at the back of Qingtian going away, full of doubts in his heart. He always felt that there was something unusual. Although the back was similar, there were some differences when he looked closely.

The dancing girl standing next to Zhu Yi clung to her like a vine, her voice was charming, "Marshal, what are you looking at?"

Zhu Yi came back to his senses, put his arms around her shoulders, and said in a frivolous tone, "Of course it's because of you."

The dancing girl smiled shyly, "I'm used to coaxing me."

Zhu Yi laughed out loud.

The two walked back to their seats hand in hand.

Suddenly a soldier ran in hurriedly, he leaned into Leng Qi's ear and whispered a few words.

After hearing this, Leng Qi felt a sudden shock, and walked quickly to Zhu Yi's side, "Marshal, something happened at the house."

Zhu Yi's expression froze, and he had a bad premonition, "What's the matter?"

"The woman we worked so hard to capture was rescued."

Zhu Yi's face changed when he heard the words, a light flashed in his mind, and he ordered directly, "Go to the dance floor and find Qing Tian."

As soon as the words fell, several gunshots rang out in the ballroom.

When the customers heard the gunshots, they ran around in a panic, and some female guests screamed in fear.

The guests in the ballroom were in a mess.

If Zhu Yi hadn't been surrounded by a circle of soldiers, he would have been hit and fell down.

(End of this chapter)