Big Chicken's voice was urgent, trembling with a sobbing tone.
Xia Weibao was instantly wide awake, "What did you say?!"
When she rushed to the apartment overnight, Big Chicken was already waiting for her downstairs.
Under the dim streetlight, the tall and burly man was pacing anxiously, his shadow stretched long, lonely and desolate.
Seeing Xia Weibao's car approaching, Big Chicken was overjoyed and hurried up.
Xia Weibao jumped out of the car, her face stern, "What happened!"
She spoke while walking inside, her steps so fast that Big Chicken could barely keep up.
"Third Chicken got shot, it's serious. We don't dare take the gunshot wound to the hospital."
It's illegal to carry guns in the country, and there's no way to explain a gunshot wound.
Moreover, they were too dangerous now. If they went to the hospital, they might not survive the way there.
There's another point, she was hurt too badly, even the hospital might not save her.