Chapter 1290: End Game (30)
Shen Liangchuan halted.
Qiao Lian p.r.i.c.kled her ears and listened. Then they walked towards the source of the sound.
When they got to a certain spot, she suddenly saw a man. He was lying in a pool of blood, gasping desperately for air. Obviously, he was about to die!
Qiao Lian jumped in fright.
She retreated a few steps.
The underground parking was dimly lit, hence she could not see the person clearly. But she could make out vaguely that it was a man in his thirties or forties, he was dressed shabbily. His clothes were now soaked in blood.
Qiao Lian patted her chest in an attempt to calm herselt. Then she quickly reached for her cell phone, saying, “Hurry up and call the ambulance. Otherwise this man won’t survive!”
After saying this, she picked up her cell phone.
But as she did so, a hand held her wrist tightly.
She spun around and paused, “What’s the matter?”
She noticed Shen Liangchuan looking at the man lying in the pool of blood. His pupils shrank back as he said in a frighteningly icy tone, “Let’s mind our own business.”
Then he took her hand and led her towards the car.
Qiao Lian was flabbergasted.
She could not think why he had been so cold-hearted all of a sudden.
He had always valued loyalty. Hence, he must have had his own reasons for doing what he had just done.
However, that man was not going to hold up for much longer. She feared that if they waited another ten minutes, he wouldn’t survive.
Were they really going to pretend they had seen nothing and leave him to die like this?
Qiao Lian opened her mouth to say something, but eventually swallowed her words, as she noticed how ugly Shen Liangchuan’s expression had turned.
She paused and followed him in silence.
He immediately started the car and drove out and away from the parking.
Looking at the grim and coldly indifferent expression on his face, she hardly dared to breathe.
However, after leaving the parking and driving for a bit, he suddenly pulled up by the road.
Qiao Lian paused briefly until he finally spoke, “After so many years, I didn’t expect that he would actually be out of jail.”
Stunned, Qiao Lian asked, “You… know the guy?”
Shen Liangchuan squinted as he nodded. He kept quiet for a long time before he started, “This was the drunk driver who, at the time, came at me and killed Soul Fighter. Soul Fighter pushed me out of the way.”
Qiao Lian was stunned when she heard this.
Suddenly, she realized why he had been so cold.
How could he possibly call an ambulance to help a man who had killed his friend?
She bit her lip and did not dare to venture another word.
She was silent for a long time before he finally spoke again, “But he had a four-year-old daughter.”
She froze immediately.
She glanced at him again.
He said with an indifferent expression, “She was four then, so she should be 13 now.”
Qiao Lian kept silent.
He too, fell silent for a while. In the end, he picked up his cell phone and dialed 911.
Half an hour later, the man was taken to the hospital. Qiao Lian and Shen Liangchuan followed along and paid his medical bill.
Two hours later, the man finally and miraculously regained consciousness.
His thirteen-year-old daughter had been crying till her face was blue.
Shen Liangchuan watched all of this from outside the ward, his expression detached and complex at the same time. Just as he had turned to walk away, the man suddenly called out to him, “Best- Best Actor Shen. About what happened back then, I was only following someone else’s instructions.”