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By this time, it was already past midnight, and even if he reached the highway, it would be difficult to find a vehicle to take him back.
If they had to wait a long time, it might delay the treatment for Wu Yinghong.
So Luo Yang said while walking, "Old Du, call Lang Yifeng immediately and have him drive to pick us up."
The Left Protector promptly contacted Lang Yifeng and relayed Luo Yang's request to him.
Lang Yifeng usually didn't sleep until after dawn, a habit he had developed from his days of running a casino.
Just as they descended the mountain, Luo Yang suddenly felt Wu Yinghong's hands seemed to be strangling his neck.
Out of instinct for self-protection, Luo Yang abruptly let go and grabbed Wu Yinghong's hands, prying them off.
"Little brother, what's wrong?"
The Left and Right Protectors asked.
"I need to dislocate his arms first!"
As Luo Yang spoke, he moved swiftly.