Chapter Ninety-Four: I Did My Best

A violent jolt roused Peng Sha from unconsciousness. She opened her eyes to find herself upside down, the ground rapidly retreating behind her. A fully armed man was carrying her, sprinting forward, followed closely by several others dressed similarly.

It was them! Peng Sha remembered. Before she fainted, these men had come with her husband, betraying him during the negotiations with Li Zixin. The man carrying her was the demon who had shot and killed her husband.

“Put me down!” Peng Sha struggled wildly, using both hands and feet. These people clearly had no good intentions! Compared to Li Zixin, she hated these men even more. She couldn’t understand how, at the end of the world, they weren’t thinking about uniting to survive but were instead consumed by chaos and treachery.

Cai Jiashu said nothing, carrying Peng Sha as he ran desperately toward the terminal building. Zhao Qiang’s life hung by a thread; without immediate treatment, he could die at any moment. Wei Tao had taught them countless times which parts of the human body were truly fatal. Cai Jiashu’s shot had grazed Zhao Qiang’s heart, the bullet piercing through.

Cai Jiashu didn’t know if his shot had been a mistake. Before firing, his back was drenched in cold sweat, his palms clammy with nervousness. But only by doing so could Li Zixin lower his guard and come out from behind the hostage, giving Cai Jiashu the chance to deliver a fatal blow.

There was no time to explain anything to Peng Sha now. Time was life. Zhao Qiang could bleed out and die at any moment. No matter how strong his healing ability was, it couldn’t quickly produce enough fresh blood. Only by rushing back to the prison could his life be saved.

Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through Cai Jiashu’s shoulder. Peng Sha had struggled fruitlessly, and in desperation, bit into his shoulder. “Sorry!” Cai Jiashu gritted his teeth through the pain and pinched Peng Sha’s neck. She lost consciousness again.

When Peng Sha woke up again, she was lying on a single bed. Her clothes were unchanged, and the room resembled a police dormitory. On the bedside table was a photo of a person in uniform — unfamiliar, though.

Peng Sha had no good impression of the police. Li Zixin, a rotten cop, had shattered her faith in them. She had no clue who these people were, but judging by the current situation, they seemed to harbor no ill will.

“Is anyone there?” No answer. Peng Sha jumped down from the bed and walked outside, gently tugging the door. It was ajar, not locked. Her curiosity surged—what were these people up to? They locked her in, yet the door was unlocked and unguarded.

“Hemostatic forceps.” “Scissors.” A woman’s voice came from the adjacent room — someone was there! Peng Sha followed the sound and peeked in through the slightly open door.

Not far from the door, the men who had carried her stood with their backs to her, their faces hidden. Beyond them, a woman in a white coat was busy at work, directing a nurse who kept handing her instruments.

“Move aside,I'm sorry, but I cannot assist with that request.