Yuan Jiahe slowly raised her head, and by the firelight she saw that the man in front of her was wearing a green bamboo-colored plain robe, with a curtain on his head, and a white gauze covering his appearance.
But she didn't have time to think too much. She subconsciously grabbed the man's clothes and begged: "Help me."
At this time, Jiang He's men chased after him. He breathed heavily and cursed: "You bitch, you can still run." After saying that, he walked over.
Unexpectedly, the man wearing a curtain stepped forward and blocked his way.
Jiang He's subordinate is named Fan Laosan. Everyone in Tongshun Gambling House only has their last name and rank. Jiang He is the boss of Tongshun Gambling House, and he is the third oldest.
This time Jiang He gave him this task because he trusted him, but something went wrong along the way and Yuan Jiahe almost ran away.
Looking at the strange man blocking the road, Fan Laosan scolded him with an unkind expression: "Get out of the way, I advise you not to mind your own business."
The man stood tall and motionless. He glanced at Fan Laosan, who had a sinister expression on his face through the curtain, and said, "I advise you to turn back as soon as possible, otherwise your life will be at stake."
"court death."
Fan Laosan didn't talk nonsense to him and waved his fist towards him.
The man did not hide, but intercepted his punch and advised him: "I don't want to kill."
Fan Lao San rushed toward him again with red eyes. The man turned sideways and removed one of his arms, and Fan Lao San fell to the ground sweating profusely.
I thought he could no longer move, but Fan Laosan suddenly pulled out the dagger from his waist and quickly put it on the neck of Yuan Jiahe who was not far away from him.
Yuan Jiahe felt the chill on his neck and was too frightened to move. Fan Laosan's voice came to his ears: "If you move again, I will kill her."
The man stood there, not moving, just looking at Yuan Jiahe who was being held hostage through the gauze curtain. Her beautiful eyes were full of tears, but she held back the tears.
This is actually not the first time I have seen her like this.
Yes, he recognized her, and he would always think of such a pair of eyes even in his dreams at midnight. He never thought that they would meet again in this way after two lifetimes.
"Let her go."
The man spoke in a cold voice.
Fan Laosan smiled evilly, but the force in his hand was a little stronger: "I told you not to meddle in other people's business. Why do you want to be a hero and save the beauty? Do you have this ability?"
As soon as he finished speaking, a trail of blood flowed from Yuan Jiahe's neck.
The man's eyes narrowed and he shook the hands hidden in his sleeves: "I don't want to kill, don't force me."
Fan Laosan lightly sneered: "If you have the ability, just kill me. If you kill me, she will..." Before he could finish his words, he saw the man wearing a curtain kneel down and kick,
A stone flew up into the air and hit Fan Laosan between the eyebrows.
His body froze and he didn't even realize what was happening. He only felt blood flowing down his cheek, blurring his vision.
The corner of Fan Laosan's lips moved, and he fell straight down. The dagger pressed against Yuan Jiahe's neck fell to the ground with a clang.
Yuan Jiahe came to her senses and subconsciously turned around to see what was going on. Unexpectedly, the man covered her eyes with his hands: "Don't look."
She smelled the smell of blood in the air and knew that Fan Laosan was dead and the danger was eliminated. She gave up all her strength and fell on the man.
Yuan Jiahe did not faint, she was just too panicked and lost all strength.