Chapter 886 — The Mighty General in All His Might
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"Give myself to him? At a time like this, you talk such nonsense? Don't you see Wei Zhao's been shot?" Gu Mengyao was caught between laughter and tears at Shen Yushu's words — whether she was deliberately avoiding the question or simply worried about Wei Zhao's injury, she did not want to speak of giving herself to anyone.
Yet in her heart Gu Mengyao was wondering: if Wei Zhao truly asked her to give herself to him, would she? Would she? It seemed she would. How could that be?
"Oh, Shield Brother's a doctor. A little wound like this is nothing to him." Shen Yushu was calm in the face of danger. Seeing that Wei Zhao still stood, none the worse, and had not so much as flinched after being hit, she knew he must be all right.
And indeed Wei Zhao was all right — it was only one bullet. Shen Yushu was right: Wei Zhao was a doctor, and in the instant he threw himself in front of the shot he had chosen his position, avoiding bone and artery, so the bullet had done no more than lodge in the muscle. It did not matter if it stayed there for the time being.
Otherwise, after he was shot last time, he could never have followed the thugs into their car and, along the way, snatched their guns.
But at this moment Wei Zhao had no thought to spare for his wound. His right hand flicked, and a silver needle appeared between his fingers. Zhang Wushan had gone mad, and Wei Zhao must finish the man quickly. He had not expected Zhen Yingjun's men to be so weak of nerve — frightened out of their wits already?
In truth, it was not that the musketeers were weak of nerve. They killed and plundered on the sea day in and day out; their courage had long since grown bigger than a basketball. It was only that today's events were too uncanny. They did not fear dying by the blade, nor by a bullet through the skull — but this manner of death, men flying through the air, they had never seen before. It was too horrible.
Wei Zhao was just about to finish off Zhang Wushan when, before he could even loose the silver needles, General Weiwu leaped out, sprang nimbly behind Zhang Wushan, planted all four paws against his back — and just like his companions, Zhang Wushan went flying with a whoosh, crashed to the ground, and died on the spot.
"Sister Yaoyao, General Weiwu is so badass!" Though Shen Yushu already knew it was General Weiwu who had killed the men of the musketeer squad, seeing the dog commit murder with her own eyes still left her stunned.
Gu Mengyao's eyes went wide as well. She stared at General Weiwu, the dog she had raised for ten years — this was possible too? How had she never noticed that General Weiwu had such a ferocious side? Hmm... it seemed that ever since it was injured last time and Wei Zhao healed it, it had been a little different?
This time Zhen Yingjun finally understood how his men had died — kicked to death by a dog? This world had gone completely insane.
"A Yellow-rank... dog?" A flicker of shock crossed Ma Zhu's face!