"Hurry, the Young Master is injured, we need to go back!"
The pilot quickly turned the helicopter around, while the burly man crouched down—Luo Xiao had been shot in the waist, and because of the angle, the bullet went deep and he was bleeding profusely. He grabbed a towel nearby to press against the wound, "Young Master? How do you feel?"
Luo Xiao's jaws were clenched tight, with every organ trembling with pain. He lifted his hand, "Xiao Ran fell into the sea..."
"Young Master, we must go back immediately or you won't survive," the burly man held down his hand, "We can't stop the bleeding!"
Luo Xiao's handsome face was taut; the pain wasn't from the wound, but from the fact that Tong Ran had recklessly taken a bullet for Mo Nanjue. His face turned deathly pale, "Hurry, save her..."
"Young Master, don't be foolish; if we delay any further, you will die!"
