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Beiming Han’s eyes were void of warmth as he lifted his gun. Without hesitation, Firefox pushed away Beiming Shasha, who was in his arms.

“Bang, bang!” Two shots were fired, striking Firefox in his chest. Instantly, two bloody holes appeared, and blood continuously gushed out.

Grinding his teeth in pain, Firefox held on to consciousness. Beiming Shasha was terrified and cried incessantly. Despite the veins throbbing in Firefox’s forehead, he didn’t dare faint. If he collapsed, he didn’t know how Beiming Han would punish Beiming Shasha.

You shot at the general once; I’ll repay it back double. Considering you’re a real man, if you manage to survive, forget about the injury you caused the general,” said Beiming Han, throwing his gun to the ground.

“Thanks, sixth master!” As Firefox spoke, blood spurted out of his mouth. He couldn’t hold on anymore and collapsed to his knees.

Beiming Shasha quickly tried to prop him up, sobbing so intensely she was running out of breath. Firefox hugged her and gritted his teeth to speak, “Sixth master, I beg you to spare the young and innocent ninth mistress. Let me bear all the punishment for her!”

“Big brother, let’s settle this score later!” Seeing Beiming Han’s murderous aura, Bai Jingqing hurried over to dissuade him in a low voice.

“Get out of North Garden, and don’t dare step foot in here ever again!” Beiming Han coldly declared, before spinning around and walking toward the elevator.

Firefox knew he had managed to escape this predicament by the skin of his teeth. As he let out a sigh of relief, he also passed out.

Beiming Shasha had been scared till she could only cry. Her clothes were torn, and her face was swollen to the point of disfigurement.

By the time Beiming Han returned to his bedroom, Gu Qingxin was sitting bedside, refusing to rest. She was worried sick about the general and insisted on seeing him.

As Beiming Han walked in, Gu Qingxin immediately got up and quickly walked toward him, asking anxiously, “How’s the General? Can I go see him now?”

Seeing the little girl before him with red, teary eyes, Beiming Han’s frown deepened. “Aren’t you supposed to be resting?”

He stretched out his hand to grab Gu Qingxin’s, which made her shudder in pain. It was only then that he noticed her delicate, white hands had been scalded red, and bubbles had even formed in some areas.

“Your hands…”

“Ninth Mistress deliberately scalded the young mistress.” Filled with indignation, Aunt Zhou narrated what had happened.

“These are just minor injuries. 1 just want to see how the General is doing.” Tears welled up again in Gu Qingxin’s eyes. Thinking about how the General had lost all vitality tore her heart into pieces.

“Go get the burn ointment,” Beiming Han ordered Aunt Zhou.

Aunt Zhou quickly went to fetch it, returning with a jar of high-quality burn ointment. Beiming Han personally applied it to Gu Qingxin’s hands.

After treating her burns, only then did Beiming Han allow Gu Qingxin to see the General.

In the wolf house, Bai Jingqing, Huangfu Ye, and several vets were present. Medical drips were connected to the General’s two legs—one for hydrating, one for blood transfusion.

The General quietly lay there with its eyes tight shut. Broken-hearted, Gu Qingxin quickly pushed to its side, tenderly patting its head. She couldn’t believe that just yesterday, the General was cuddling next to her like a child.

But now, it was lying there, entirely devoid of vitality.

Beiming Han’s expression was just as grim.. He looked at Bai Jingqing and asked in a deep voice, “What’s the situation exactly?”