Urban Super Soldier King
Chapter 211 - 211 211 Earth-Shattering Explosion

211: Chapter 211: Earth-Shattering Explosion 211: Chapter 211: Earth-Shattering Explosion “Why do I feel like there’s something wrong with our car, as if it’s been tampered with?” Tie Zhuzi said casually, then opened the door, ready to get in.

“Zhuzi, don’t move.” At this moment, Xiang Yu suddenly had a bad premonition, similar to the feeling he had during his first official mission with the army years ago.

Back then, he had sensed something wrong but hadn’t spoken up, leading to that tragedy.

Today, he felt that way again.

Tie Zhuzi and Xiao Xuan were startled when they saw Xiang Yu’s reaction, and their complexions immediately changed.

Without hesitation, Tie Zhuzi and Xiao Xuan threw themselves at Xiang Yu.

“Be careful…” Xiang Yu hadn’t finished his warning when suddenly their car exploded with a loud ‘boom’, sending the three of them flying as the vehicle was engulfed in flames.

Xiang Yu was pinned harshly to the ground by Tie Zhuzi and Xiao Xuan, feeling a surge within his body and an urge to vomit blood, but what made him more anxious was the blood flowing from Tie Zhuzi’s body.

“Zhuzi, Zhuzi.” Xiang Yu called out twice, but Tie Zhuzi just closed his eyes and didn’t respond.

Xiang Yu quickly got up to check Tie Zhuzi’s wounds, while Xiao Xuan also struggled to his feet.

Realizing the danger, Xiao Xuan’s first instinct was to protect Xiang Yu with his body.

At that moment, Tie Zhuzi rushed over and pulled Xiao Xuan to his chest.

By doing so, Xiao Xuan ended up between the two, unharmed.

“Brother Zhuzi.” Xiao Xuan couldn’t help calling out in concern.

“Call an ambulance.” Xiang Yu turned and yelled, seeing the mangled flesh on Tie Zhuzi’s back and, what worried him most, the blood flowing from Tie Zhuzi’s head.

“Zhuzi, you have to hold on, you are my good brother, Xiang Yu, and I won’t let you die.

Do you hear me?

No matter what, you must hold on.

Whether it’s King Yan or the Emperor himself, we don’t listen to them, you listen to me, you must listen to me, you must hold on.” Xiang Yu said, trembling as he covered Tie Zhuzi’s head.

With blood all over his hands, Xiang Yu knew from experience that Tie Zhuzi was seriously injured, and his breathing was growing fainter.

“Zhuzi, did you f*cking hear me?

You have to hold on for me, and if you dare go before me, I’ll castrate you myself, Zhuzi…” Xiang Yu gritted his teeth, his mind a blank.

It was as if he had returned to the midst of battle, where he had failed to save a brother, and today, once again, he could only watch helplessly as his brother lay on the brink of life and death.

It seemed all the years he had lived since then were in vain; he still couldn’t protect his brothers, still just the same Xiang Yu seen as a kid back in the army.

“Zhuzi, don’t you dare die…” Xiang Yu yelled, so out of control that he had bitten his mouth too hard, blood filling his mouth.

Xiao Xuan was similarly losing control.

If it weren’t for Tie Zhuzi’s pull, it would have been him in Xiang Yu’s arms now.

“Zhuzi, if you f*cking die on me, I’ll throw you in a cesspool.

You’ve got the sharpest nose and you can’t stand that stench,” Xiang Yu said, tears streaming down uncontrollably.

Three years ago, he thought he’d stopped being capable of tears, having seen too much death on missions, becoming numb, the Iron-faced Warrior.

But today, he couldn’t help it; no matter who Tie Zhuzi was, he was his brother.

At this time, the ambulance arrived with sirens blaring.

Several people got out, and then they approached, ready to push past Xiang Yu with a stretcher in hand.

“Let me do it,” Xiang Yu bellowed, his eyes bloodshot, for he knew that Tie Zhuzi’s most severe injury was to his head, and it was crucial for him to handle it with care to protect it.

The doctors and nurses, frightened by Xiang Yu’s appearance, dared not speak, busying themselves with emergency procedures for Tie Zhuzi.

At that moment, Xiang Yu had only one thought: to save Tie Zhuzi.

The ambulance rushed them to the hospital, where people were already waiting.

A doctor in white approached with a calm demeanor, glanced at Tie Zhuzi, and then sneered, “You can tell he’s not a good person at a glance.”

The other doctors, witnessing this, said nothing, instead continuing their own conversations, discussing the clothes they bought today, or talking about their children.

Clearly, there was no sense of urgency in the air.

They placed Tie Zhuzi on a movable bed and slowly pushed him toward the emergency room.

“That dress you bought yesterday is really nice, where did you get it, and how much did it cost?” one nurse asked.

“The original price was a thousand, but it was discounted to five hundred yesterday,” another person replied, obviously pleased with the good deal.

They pushed Tie Zhuzi along with chatter and laughter, as if they were not pushing a man in a life-or-death situation, but rather an empty bed.

Just as they were about to enter the operating room, someone suddenly turned their head, looked at Xiang Yu, and said, “This is an operating room, you can’t just walk in.”

Xiang Yu paid him no heed and walked straight in, standing by Tie Zhuzi’s side.

At that moment, his mind was void of thought, his eyes only on his brother.

“Hey, why won’t you listen, get out,” the person pushed Xiang Yu, saying.

It was only then that Xiang Yu snapped back to reality, and recalling their earlier conversation, a surge of anger flooded his thoughts.

He pulled out a dagger and forcefully plunged it into the iron railing of the movable bed, demonstrating his immense strength and the dagger’s solidity.

“If you keep wasting time and delay my brother’s treatment, you’ll all pay with your lives,” Xiang Yu’s icy voice, like that of the legendary King Yan, sent a shiver through the whole group.

The one who had just pushed Xiang Yu was especially terrified, almost wetting his pants.

They were used to being arrogant, being doctors after all; a momentary lack of attention during a surgery could cost a patient’s life, so most people didn’t dare to cross them.

Moreover, to ensure that the doctors were fully committed to the treatment, people would slip money into their hands, fearing that they might do a sloppy job otherwise.

Indeed, it was this very attitude that had made the doctors increasingly arrogant.

Perhaps having seen too many such cases, they didn’t take Tie Zhuzi’s injuries seriously—best if he could be saved, but if he died, then he died.

It must be said, the doctors’ “mentality” was remarkably good, unfazed by others’ deaths.

But when faced with their own life or death, they were scared witless.

Seeing Xiang Yu’s bloodshot eyes, hands covered in fresh blood, and the grating noise of the dagger piercing the iron rail, the doctors fully understood something: if they didn’t properly save the big fool lying here, they would definitely be in trouble, serious trouble.

With that in mind, those doctors no longer had the appetite to discuss clothes, nor did they mind Xiang Yu entering the operating room.

They then placed Tie Zhuzi on the operating table…