Ji Changmu took the opportunity to pick up Qiao Muyuan and rushed out of the siege.

In panic, Qiao Muyuan grabbed his neck, and Ji Changmu suppressed her face, preventing her from sticking out her little head.

Suddenly there was a gunshot behind them, and everyone shouted: "Damn financier! He plunders our assets and wants our lives!"

Everyone lost their minds and fired in the direction Ji Changmu left. The crowd was noisy and restless for a while.

Ji Changmu dodged quickly, but the bullet grazed his right leg, and he still felt severe pain through his pants. Ji Changmu couldn't run far, and he knew there was an abandoned church nearby, so he hid in the church with Qiao Muyuan in his arms.

The people behind him were still chasing him, but they didn't notice that Ji Changmu had entered the church. About ten minutes later, the surrounding area fell into silence.

The abandoned church is a century-old church that has been abandoned for many years because it could not raise repair funds and had no one to maintain it.

Hiding behind a fireplace, Ji Changmu choked on the dust and coughed violently.

Qiao Muyuan stuck his head out and patted his back: "Brother Ji, Brother Ji, how are you? Are you injured?"

"It's okay." He looked pale and was out of breath because he was running too fast.

The right leg was scratched by a bullet, and blood flowed out.

When Qiao Muyuan found out, she hurriedly pulled a piece of cloth to wrap him in the church. She was not familiar with the bandaging technique, but she moved very gently for fear of hurting him.

Ji Changmu's big hand suddenly fell on her fluffy hair and rubbed it, with a twinkling light in his eyes.

The little girl was so anxious that she almost shed tears: "Are you in pain? Why did this happen to you just after you were discharged from the hospital... Do you want to call your assistant?"

"It's useless to call him. It's crowded outside and there are all demonstrators. If someone finds me here, I will inevitably suffer." It's okay for him to suffer. The main thing is that he still has a little ancestor beside him.

Qiao Muyuan was anxious, but she was very obedient, and whatever Ji Changmu said was whatever she said.

She hugged him and rested her little head on his chest.

They were hiding in this church. There was no one around, but the dust was very heavy. Ji Changmu kept coughing and couldn't bear it.

It was filled with old objects everywhere, including sofas, curtains, vases, murals... They were all crooked and messy.

Ji Changmu's leg didn't bleed much, but it hurt a lot. He hugged Qiao Muyuan and sat on the ground, breathing for a while.

The church was dark, without lights, and only some light shone in from the dusty glass windows.

"Brother Ji, when can we go out?"

"It may take until the evening when the people outside have dispersed."

"Then let me go out and take a look, okay?"

"No, they know you are with me." Ji Changmu did not say much. Moreover, she is also the little princess of SJC. If the demonstrators knew her identity, they would definitely not let her go easily.

That group of people were furious and didn't care about right or wrong. As long as financiers, capitalists, and bankers gave them an explanation, they firmly believed that their poverty and unemployment were caused by the above-mentioned people, even if EM and other companies had never carried out capital plunder.

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Ji Changmu held her down and refused to allow her to go out.

Qiao Muyuan had no choice but to give up: "Sister Cui will be worried about you, please give her a call."

"Um."
Chapter completed!