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Zhu Junjie clenched his hands tightly, feeling nervous. He tried to get up several times, but each attempt ended in failure.
"Damn it!"
Zhu Junjie realized the harsh reality: he truly couldn't stand up. Instead, he braced his feet against the ground and used his head to ram into the opponent's body.
He struck the exact spot where he had previously scratched the leader's right leg. The leader winced in pain, and his grip on the dagger faltered.
Mong Si seized the opportunity to catch his breath, using all his strength to try to twist the opponent's arm. The opponent had initially intended to kick Zhu Junjie away, but upon noticing Mong Si's movement, he quickly regained his composure and withdrew his hand.
Mong Si's legs were injured, making him less mobile. If he allowed the opponent to escape beyond his reach, he would lose the chance to attack. He quickly grabbed hold of the opponent's collar.
The leader had witnessed Mong Si's agility before; he swiftly slashed at Mong Si's wrist with the dagger. However, he forgot that there was an unpredictable Zhu Junjie beside him.
Just as the dagger grazed Mong Si's wrist, Zhu Junjie summoned all his strength for a backward motion, tightening his grip forcefully.
"Ah!"
The leader was struck at his most vulnerable spot, causing most of his strength to dissipate in pain.
Mong Si was someone who excelled at seizing opportunities; he wouldn't miss this prime moment to attack. Taking advantage of the leader's momentary lapse, he quickly snatched the dagger from the opponent's hand and thrust it toward him.
The leader was still trying to pry Zhu Junjie's unwilling hand away; if Zhu Junjie tightened his grip any further, he would faint from the pain. By the time he noticed Mong Si's action and attempted to evade, it was already too late.
The dagger pierced in front of him, and the double pain caused him to collapse onto the ground.
Zhu Junjie gritted his teeth and squeezed what he held tightly; the man winced in agony, cold sweat trickling down his face. "Let… go."
"Do you think I'm stupid? Letting you go so you can take our lives?"
He wouldn't let go—never! Not even if it meant death!
Zhu Junjie's actions had drained a lot of his energy, and his breathing grew heavier. He turned to Mong Si and urged, "Stab him! Stab him hard!"
As Zhu Junjie spoke, he raised a hand to wipe away the sweat beads on his face.
Just now, he almost got killed by that person; now it's time for them to fight back! Why should he listen to Zhu Junjie? Mong Si paused slightly as he lunged at the man with a dagger. When he saw the bloodstains on Mong Si's pale face, a hint of ruthlessness appeared on his own face.
Once the leader was completely down, Zhu Junjie and Mong Si had exhausted all their strength. The two lay on the ground, and Zhu Junjie turned to glance at Mong Si. "The doctor said your condition is bad and you need to get to the hospital quickly. You don't look like you're in bad shape."
According to the doctor, if Mong Si wasn't sent to the hospital soon, the consequences would be severe. The reality was that Mong Si managed to wake up from his coma; not only was he awake, but he also fought and took down a very strong attacker alongside him.
"If you had gone through what I experienced, you'd understand why I could wake up." He had endured many worse injuries before; the wounds he had now were not serious in his eyes.
"Don't be so heartless. Your experiences are something most people can't endure. I'm living just fine and don't want to go through any more bad things." Although Zhu Junjie was not sensitive to pain, that person had struck him hard. Now, he felt like his body was falling apart. He reached for his phone, wanting to call someone for help.
"Were you the one who dragged me out of the car?" Mong Si was clever; upon seeing the overturned car that caught fire during their fight with the leader, he had already guessed what happened.
"I didn't want to drag you out; I was afraid you'd die and your parents would be sad. Honestly, I thought it might be better for you to just die in the car." After all, he had nearly lost his life before. "Damn, how can it hurt so much?"
Zhu Junjie's unique constitution made it difficult for him to feel physical pain, yet within less than a month, he had experienced pain twice; he let out a wail.
Mong Si didn't say anything further. Zhu Junjie turned to him again. "Aren't you in pain?"
Mong Si was badly injured; ever since being pulled up from Deep Gully, it seemed there wasn't a single good spot on him. The doctor mentioned there was still a bullet lodged in him that hadn't been removed. He wondered if the wounds that had stopped bleeding earlier had reopened after what just happened.
Zhu Junjie wanted to get up and check. Mong Si opened his eyes slightly and glanced at Zhu Junjie. "It hurts."
"Then why aren't you reacting at all?"
He was in pain, yet his face remained so calm, as if he had not been injured at all.
Mong Si looked at Zhu Junjie as if he were an idiot. "Does it help to say it hurts? Will it lessen the pain?"
"It won't."
"Then why should I act like you?"
After getting hurt, he chose not to show any signs of pain. One reason was that doing so wouldn't reduce the pain, and the other was that as long as he didn't show weakness, his opponent wouldn't know how serious his injuries were, which sometimes could save his life.
"I was just asking."
Zhu Junjie recalled a time when he inexplicably felt such intense pain that he wished he could die immediately. He replied irritably, "Don't think that only you have experienced pain! When you were injured before, I felt it too. Before I turned twenty-one, I would occasionally feel pain for no reason. My parents took me to the hospital for check-ups, and they confirmed that there was nothing wrong with my body. They thought I didn't want to go to school and chased me around the yard with a feather duster. Eventually, after it happened several times, I thought I must have some terminal illness that even modern medicine couldn't detect. Fortunately, after I turned twenty-one, it never happened again. After seeing your records, I realized that my pain was because of you!"
"You should at least make your lies more believable."
How could Zhu Junjie possibly feel anything when he was injured? Mong Si clearly did not believe him.
"I swear, I haven't told a single lie about this! If you don't believe me, you can check my hospitalization records and then think carefully about whether those days I was hospitalized coincided with your injury days."
Zhu Junjie spoke with such conviction that Mong Si initially thought he was lying. However, seeing his demeanor now made her scrutinize him more closely.
He had been on the island all this time; even if Zhu Junjie had the ability to investigate, they could only find out about some significant events in his life and couldn't pinpoint exactly when he got hurt. Even if Wei Sheng had access to several hospitals to fabricate hospitalization records, it would be impossible for him to get the dates right. As Zhu Junjie said, these matters were easy to verify.
Mong Si withdrew her gaze.
Zhu Junjie initially wanted to check Mong Si's wound but decided against it due to her poor attitude. He thought to himself that Mong Si seemed fine and would survive. On the contrary, if he continued like this, he might end up fainting from the pain himself.
Zhu Junjie found a phone and called for help. Just as he was about to dial out, nearby police officers who had learned of the situation rushed over. For someone in danger, ten minutes felt like an eternity.
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