Chapter 1376 - 410: It’s Just a Plate of Stir-Fried Moo Shu Pork

Chapter 1376: Chapter 410: It’s Just a Plate of Stir-Fried Moo Shu Pork

Chandler? Chen Yan laughed. That’s the name on the fake ID he bought in New York.

Of course, when renting the apartment from Uncle Wu, he also used the name on this fake ID.

This phone number is also the one he left with the landlord, Uncle Wu, when renting.

"It’s me, is that Angie? What’s the matter?" Chen Yan asked in a calm tone.

"..." After a second of silence on Angie’s side, she suddenly burst into tears, crying uncontrollably.

Chen Yan was somewhat impatient, subconsciously pinching the phone with his fingers, but he said nothing.

"Dad, Dad is injured, seriously injured! Can you help me?"

Chen Yan said nothing.

Angie continued sobbing, crying: "Dad suddenly came back from outside, he’s very badly hurt, he’s lost so much blood, and I can tell it seems to be a gunshot wound.

Dad has already passed out. Before he fainted, he warned me not to call the police.

His last words were to find you, to seek your help..."

Honestly, Chen Yan didn’t really want to help.

They were just casual acquaintances, with no special relationship or friendship. He had already rescued Angie once due to the landlord-tenant relationship.

Moreover, that guy, Wu, clearly has a hidden identity, and Chen Yan didn’t want to bring trouble upon himself.

He is currently making great strides on the path of cultivation recovery and doesn’t want unnecessary complications.

Besides...

Angie, this girl, doesn’t have a likable personality, and at such a young age, she doesn’t respect herself.

Key point being, she’s not pretty.

Chen Yan indeed found this girl a bit annoying.

However...

The finger that intended to press the hang-up button didn’t press it after all.

Chen Yan sighed inwardly.

He remembered something.

The dish, the stir-fried mu shu pork. A homemade dish, stir-fried mu shu pork.

Finally, after about seven or eight seconds of silence, Chen Yan slowly spoke, "How is Wu’s current condition?"

"He, he is still bleeding, but before he passed out, he wrapped the wound."

Chen Yan responded with a "Hmm": Stay there and don’t move, don’t do anything, keep an eye on your father. If his wound suddenly bleeds a lot, find something like a towel to press on the wound—if there’s no significant change, don’t move, wait for me to come over."

After saying that, Chen Yan hung up the phone.

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Angie was indeed scared out of her wits.

She had never experienced anything like this!

She was awakened from her sleep at midnight by strange noises—she distinctly heard a bang downstairs, like something heavy had fallen to the floor.

After waking up, Angie immediately opened her eyes and sat up in bed. Instinctively, she shouted "Dad!!!"

But this time, there was no response from her father Wu in the next room.

Angie waited in the room for a while, finally unable to contain herself, she cautiously opened the door and looked outside.

From the stairwell, she could see the light was on in the living room downstairs.

But the door to her father’s bedroom next to it was tightly shut.

"Dad, is that you downstairs?" Angie shouted at that time.

After waiting a while, she finally heard a familiar but very weak voice from downstairs.

"Sweet girl..."

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Then, when Angie ran downstairs, she saw a sight that frightened her.

Her father, Wu, leaning against the kitchen cupboard, his legs weakly splayed open on the floor, with a large pool of blood beneath his body!

As Angie ran down, she didn’t have time to scream, immediately smelling the strong scent of blood!

The air was filled with the smell of rust.

Wu’s face was frighteningly pale, he was fiercely tying his thigh with a long towel pulled from the kitchen.

At this point, Angie finally saw where her father’s blood was coming from.

His left thigh had a wound, a bloody hole was bleeding, but as Wu tied his thigh with the towel, the flow of blood slowed.

Besides, Wu’s body also had injuries, his right shoulder and lower abdomen had bloodstains, but she couldn’t clearly see the conditions of the wounds.

Angie was trembling all over, kneeling next to Wu, tears and snot streaming down, looking at her father in panic.

Just when she realized she needed to find her phone to call the police, the weak Wu stopped his daughter from this action.

"No police, if we call the police, we’re finished!"

Wu was really weak, after speaking, he needed to catch his breath, his eyes began to fade.

"Call Chandler, his number is under the glass on the table, call him and ask for help."

This was the last thing Wu said before his head tilted and he passed out.

Subsequently, the bewildered girl finally followed her father’s instructions and made a call to Chen Yan, following Chen Yan’s directives in the call.

She didn’t touch Wu but instead found a towel to hold, then she sat beside her unconscious father, hugged her knees, and waited quietly.

The room was filled with the scent of blood, the living room light was dim, the girl sat by the blood pool, beside her was her gravely injured father.

She could even hear her own heartbeat, pounding heavily, rapidly...

The second hand of the clock on the wall ticked away.

She didn’t know how long she waited, but she knew she was very afraid.

Every noise or movement outside made her heart leap!

She didn’t know where her fear stemmed from, probably from her father’s wounds—those were gunshots!

A gun!

Her father was just an honest small business restaurant owner, how could he get shot, and in the middle of the night...

She looked at her father, who was wearing a set of black clothes, clearly having gone out at night without her knowing.

What did he go out to do, what did he encounter, to get injured so severely?

Suddenly, Angie remembered something, she got up quickly, grabbed a kitchen knife from the rack, and held it in her hand. She then sat beside her father, leaned tightly against the cupboard, eyes wide open, watching the direction of her house door.

Finally, after about unknown amounts of time...

There were three light knocks on the door.

The thumping of the three knocks made Angie’s nerve-ridden body unconsciously scream.

Before she could stand up, the door was gently opened from outside, the door lock seemed nonexistent.

Angie’s scream abruptly stopped, because she saw a familiar face, the young tenant she hadn’t seen in three days, the one with a handsome face.

"Chandler!"

Angie jumped up from the ground, struggling to run forward, forgetting that she was still holding a kitchen knife, appearing as if she was charging at an enemy waving the knife.

Chen Yan frowned, catching the girl, cautiously taking the knife from her hands and tossing it onto the table.

"Chandler, you’re here, you finally came!"

Chen Yan frowned, feeling Angie’s weight pressing entirely on one of his arms, he softly said, "Alright, where’s your dad?"

Hmm? No response?

Chen Yan looked down, only to find the girl had closed her eyes...

Fainted?

Chen Yan frowned, put the girl onto the sofa, then followed the scent of blood in the air, walked into the kitchen, and saw Wu sitting on the floor leaning against the cupboard.

Ah!

Chen Yan sighed.

Just a plate of stir-fried mu shu pork, the price is really not cheap.

He walked towards Wu.

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When Wu woke up, he saw a face right in front of him. After recognizing it was Chen Yan, the fierce look in Wu’s eyes slowly faded away.

Chen Yan spoke lightly: "Old man, you have a strong constitution. Despite such severe injuries, you woke up faster than your daughter."

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