He was too gloomy and terrifying. The masked men were so scared that they trembled all over and instinctively shrank their pace.
The person who hijacked Lin Qianqian roared: "Yan Mubei, stop."
Yan Mubei did not stop and continued to move forward, as if he had become a demon who met the god and killed the god and met the Buddha, fearless.
Suddenly the masked people panicked, and the others hurriedly drank him: "Yan Mubei, stop, otherwise we... will kill her."
Someone raised his gun and poked Lin Qianqian's head. Lin Qianqian bit her lower lip and looked at him with tears in her eyes.
He is here.
He actually appeared.
"Yan Mubei..." She stopped crying, but could not control her tears.
Yan Mubei had only one Lin Qianqian in his eyes. He looked at her, showed a faint smile, and comforted softly: "Be good, don't be afraid, I'm here."
His breathing was a little heavy, as if he was trying hard to endure it.
His steps had to stop, and his heart ached faintly as he looked at the guns pointing at her.
He shouldn't have called her over, and he shouldn't have put her in danger.
He thought she would be safe if she let go of her and lead the group away alone.
But he underestimated the enemy's ability too much. They came with purpose and plan, and didn't know how to use how to bring everyone down.
Those who did not fall down were wiped out, and those who died were injured, and now only three of them were left.
When Lin Qianqian was captured, he was still confident that he could save them from danger. As long as he ambushed beautifully, there would be no problem with one against ten.
But when he heard her crying and hissing his name, his heart was cut off, and he could only surrender.
He could not ignore her safety and cry, he could not...
Everyone surrounded him, someone walked up from behind, took the gun from his waist, and then someone kicked him in the hind leg.
As powerful as Yan Mubei, as arrogant as Yan Mubei, he suddenly fell to her knees on one foot.
Lin Qianqian felt as if she was struck by lightning, her whole body was stiff and unable to breathe, and she stared blankly at the man who was kneeling down in front of her.
His face was dark and dark, his face was expressionless, and his eyes were staring at her tightly.
Her heart beat faster and faster under his gaze.
She actually felt heartache for him.
Looking at the man who was lofty and implicated because of her, her heart was so painful that she could not breathe.
Yan Mubei!
...
Guo Fenglai's face was pale: "Young Master Yan..."
Such a proud gangster boss is willing to sacrifice his life for his own woman.
"Haha, Yan Mubei, you finally landed in my hand." Someone walked forward and threw a gun handle at his back.
Yan Mubei was beaten so hard that his eyes were closed, and his body rushed towards him. He supported himself on the ground with one hand to stabilize his body.
Her body was still straight, and she kept kneeling with one leg, her thin lips were pursed and she endured her hard: "I'm here, let her go."
"Damn, who do you think you are? Or the boss? Yan Mubei, it's not your turn to speak here." Then another punch.
Yan Mubei gritted his teeth and endured it, but his body was still tattooed.
He was so powerful that he instantly angered the masked people. Someone rushed forward and kicked him in the other leg, shouting angrily: "Kneel down, kneel down for me."
After a few kicks, Yan Mubei also knelt down on his other leg, but his body was still straight and as tough as an iron wall...