Die For Life

"Stop that car!"

"Catch him! Catch him!"

The people who awakened like a dream immediately chased them, but how could they run over four wheels with two legs?

"Hurry up!"

"Don't let him run, you have to make him lose money!"

"Quickly, find Uncle Hai!"

The sturdy young men in the front immediately spread their legs to catch up with the car, and the people behind also yelled and yelled at the back. For a while, it seemed that the whole street was chasing the car.

The other workers who hadn't left all gathered around the children to make suggestions, but at this time Uncle Hai in the meeting finally knew that something was wrong outside, and was quickly invited by several workers.

The workers made way for Uncle Hai. Uncle Hai saw a pool of dim blood glowing with the sunset at the end of the crowd, and his heart sank.

"Nine meters, nine meters, don't scare your second uncle, wake up, second uncle has dragon beard candy here, wake up..." Qi Bajiu hugged his nephew in his arms, his face was anxious, and he whispered to his nephew in a low voice, as if Fear of scaring the child.

The niece is being checked by the aunt next to her for injuries. There were blood stains on her body, but none of them seemed to be her own; she secretly looked at her second uncle and elder brother, there was no sadness on her face, no crying, only loss.

With her current mind, it seems that she still can't understand what happened just now.

When Uncle Hai walked over, a woman knelt directly in front of him and knocked her head repeatedly: "Uncle Hai please save my child... please... please... please..."

She fell directly on the ground and couldn't make a sound. Uncle Hai looked in her direction. It was because he was so used to the hardships of life that his eyelids couldn't help but jump. The reason why this woman didn't hold the child was because he didn't dare to hold it at all.

The child seemed to be lying on the ground after being hit by a car, and then he was run over his head by a wheel, and he did not look like a human.

In this situation, let alone an ordinary interior medical officer like Uncle Hai, even a peerless genius doctor holding a genius soldier would not be able to recover. Medical officers are not omnipotent, they can only be flesh and blood, and cannot live to death.

Uncle Hai shook his head at the others, and the female workers next to him nodded, pulling the woman who was kneeling on the ground and crying aside to comfort him.

Uncle Hai walked in front of Qi Bajiu, Qi Bajiu seemed to have only discovered Uncle Hai at this time, and said softly: "Uncle Hai, this is my brother's son nine meters. The kid is very naughty. He doesn't know how to hide when he sees a car. I'll let my elder brother and sister-in-law beat him up when I go back. You see that he seems to be asleep, can you help me wake him up, can you..."

Uncle Hai looked at the wide-eyed child in his arms, without saying a word, his hands gathered pure white brilliance, and he squatted down to caress the child's injury. The surroundings suddenly became very quiet, everyone did not dare to breathe, the people in the west even took the initiative to move away, letting the sunset light that was about to sink into the mountains to be used by Uncle Hai.

I don’t know how long it took, maybe very long, maybe very short.

Uncle Hai stopped the brilliance of his hands, Qi Bajiu immediately said softly: "Uncle Hai, Jiu Mi he, can Jiu Mi he wake up?"

Seeing Qi Bajiu's eager gaze, Uncle Hai stretched out his hand in silence and closed his eyes for the child.

Qi Bajiu grumbled in his throat, swallowed, looked at the sky, the ground, and the uncle Hai, just not looking at the nephew in his arms. He raised his head and blinked. He didn't let the tears flow, and his voice choked: "Uncle Hai, you, do you know other medical officers with good skills? I have money, I have a lot of money..."

"He's dead." Uncle Hai looked at him and said every word: "I can't live anymore."

"No, you see that he is still so young, he can also wet the bed, he, he still likes to read the newspaper to me..."

"he died!"

Uncle Hai roared, his fist slammed into the ground next to him, smashing the mud out of a small hole, and the gravel in the mud scratched his fist. He desperately smashed his fists toward the ground with a hideous face, and the others quickly grabbed Uncle Hai not to let him continue self-harm.

He is very sad.

If he were not truly compassionate and compassionate, he would not have been running a money-losing noodle shop for workers for more than ten years, helping them solve problems, treating them minor illnesses, and making suggestions for them.

He is just a mortal with ordinary ability. He can't do any major things, can't solve the problems of these suffering people, and can't improve their situation, so he can only help them to reduce the pain they encounter in life, and teach them to live a happy life. Skill.

He can't get everyone out of the darkness, he can only let everyone have light in their hearts.

But watching the two children who were singing with them just now died like this, even if they had been squatting and rolling in the mud of Xuanzhu County for decades, Uncle Hai still couldn't control his emotions.

He was very angry.

He was angry at his inability to do anything, angry at the cruelty of the murderer, angry at the injustice of fate, and even more angry at the wrong time, the wrong place, and the wrong protagonist!

It happened to be the day when the union was established;

It happened to be a place where hundreds of workers gathered together;

It was the child of the worker who happened to die, and the murderer was the silver-blooded nobleman;

Uncle Hai didn't know if this was a conspiracy against the labor union, he only knew that the efforts of Jing Zhengwei and Bai Ye these days would be ruined. Seeing this kind of thing at this joint, even if he said it in a hype, no worker would believe him anymore.

unless……

"Murder pays for life!"

"Let's get back a justice!"

"We want fairness, we want justice!"

Someone said, "But those who can drive in Xuanzhu County must be of the Silver Blood Society..."

"What about the Silver and Blood Club!?" Immediately a worker shouted, "Can the Silver and Blood Club be able to kill casually? Is it the Silver and Blood Club, so we have to swallow our anger, even if they kill our children!?"

"It's not your child who died today, what about tomorrow, the day after tomorrow? If you have no children today, what about you next year, the year after tomorrow!?"

In the face of the workers raising their arms and shouting, the others fell silent, with hesitation, fear, anger and worry.

The obedient people who have been in Xuanzhu County for too long have also heard of the **** suppression of the rioters by the silver blood. They have blood in their hearts, and they are also flooded by the real ice water.

"The Heyang Army has been destroyed, and the Linhai Navy is gone. The Silver and Blood Club is now a paper tiger!" Someone said loudly, "As long as we unite and thousands or tens of thousands of workers are united together, the Silver and Blood Club will not Dare to take us!"

"Yes, so many of us will go there together, they dare not do anything to us!"

"We want to unite ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ we can not be afraid of them!"

"Justice, we just want a justice!"

The White Nightwalker knew that the silver and blood would accumulate a lot of power among the people of Xuanzhu, so he analyzed the strength of the enemy and us loudly, eliminated the fear of the workers, and encouraged their courage. As they shouted, other people gradually suppressed their fear and replaced it with anger and responsibility.

"We can't bear it anymore!"

"Even if it's not for yourself, think about it for our children!"

"If we still bow our heads at this time, what is the significance of the union!?"

"Let Silver Blood surrender the murderer! Murder pays for life!"

"We want to unite together, we can definitely make Yinxue bow our heads!"

Suddenly someone said to Uncle Hai: "Uncle Hai, we listen to you, so you can say what to do!"

"Uncle Hai!"

"Uncle Hai, you must be fair for us!"

Uncle Hai, who had calmed down, slowly exhaled and nodded lightly in response to the angry eyes of everyone around him.

He understood the hints of other White Nightwalkers, and knew that this was indeed the only way to salvage the situation at the moment.

The workers’ anger needs to be vented, and Jing Zhengwei can also throw out a murderer to show his position.

If Bai Ye and Jing Zhengwei cooperated well, this might still be an excellent opportunity, an opportunity to make the union famous and make Jing Zhengwei completely whitewashed.

Under the gaze of everyone, Uncle Hai raised his scarred right fist and shouted loudly:

"For the sake of our children and other children, we must ask for justice!"

"We want them to know that we workers will not kneel down anymore! Absolutely not!"