Jiang Lan's eyelashes trembled in the coma.

He stretched out his hand and was about to take off the last piece for her.

Suddenly, Jiang Lan turned over, lay on the edge of the sofa and vomited.

Mr. Wang was so frightened that he quickly moved the camera away. Just because of her action, five hundred people dropped out of the live broadcast room instantly, which made Mr. Wang very angry.

Jiang Lan was vomiting until the sky was dark and the earth was dark, his head was heavy and his body was still cold.

After she vomited, she regained consciousness a little bit, but only a little.

She raised her eyes with difficulty and saw the camera pointed at her. She recognized this thing, but she didn't know what it was for a while.

Mr. Wang held up the camera and asked her: "Have you finished vomiting?"

Confusion flashed in Jiang Lan's eyes, probably because it was too cold, and she couldn't help but hug herself into a ball.

Her pitiful eyes immediately made the person who had fallen out of the live broadcast room come back again.

Mr. Wang put the camera back on the table, not intending to show off anymore. He stepped forward, grabbed Jiang Lan's hand, and pulled her to the end of the sofa.

On the other side, Fang Qi finally contacted Lu Jingchi and told him about the incident.

Lu Jingchi walked to the sofa and sat down, lit a cigarette, and said in a nonchalant way: "Someone will save her."

His calm tone made Fang Qi startled, "Who is it?"

"You'll know right away."

Lu Jingchi walked to the floor-to-ceiling window and looked at the bright moon outside. The moonlight fell in his eyes, making them look cold.

Fang Qi looked at his phone again, and sure enough he heard a loud noise and a figure appeared in the video.

Mr. Wang was also stunned for a moment. Just as he was about to turn around and curse, a chill suddenly hit his neck.

Mr. Wang stood there completely forgetting his movements. When he came to his senses, he could already smell the smell of blood on the tip of his nose.

He raised his hand and touched his neck, where hot liquid was spurting out.

Mr. Wang's pupils slowly dilated. He dropped the camera on the ground, covered his body with both hands and stumbled a few times before falling weakly on the sofa.

Blood spurted out from between his fingers like a fountain, and he couldn't hold it back no matter how hard he pressed it.

The spray was all over the floor, on the sofa, on the table, and on Jiang Lan's body.

Mr. Wang stared at the person in front of him, who was holding a dagger in his hand and looking at him with a smile.

Mr. Wang's eyes were full of disbelief, horror and unwillingness.

Then, he fell to the ground.

That stern face was facing the camera.

"Fuck!" Fang Qi was so frightened that he threw his phone away.

The entire phone screen is filled with Mr. Wang's face and the blood spreading on the ground. Those eyes that have lost focus are staring at the camera intently. Don't be too scary.

The live broadcast room immediately exploded, and some people were so scared that they quit the live broadcast room and uninstalled the software.

Because Mr. Wang's camera was pointed at Jiang Lan just now, the people who came in could not see clearly and could only see that he was wearing a dark red Tang suit.

Fang Qi swallowed his saliva and said to the cell phone that was still hanging up: "Brother Lu, is this the person you sent?"

After saying that, he realized that Lu Jingchi had hung up the phone on him at some point.

On this end, Pei Qing said he had killed someone, so he didn't rush to run. Instead, he sat down next to Jiang Lan, picked up her clothes and covered her.

Then, he took out his mobile phone and called Lu Jingchi.

Soon, the call was connected. It was quiet on the other end of the phone and no one spoke.
Chapter completed!