"Just you two?" Feng Yiyue frowned and looked at the two people in front of her.
Didn't Lu Zhaoxing say before that there are eight people in total? There are five outside and two here, so there should be one more.
"Brother Hui has something to do and left first. Why, aren't we enough for you?" Afro said as he walked towards Feng Yiyue.
"Don't worry, big star. I can make you drunk and dreamy all by myself. I will show mercy to you."
The afro smiles very obscenely.
"Xiao Cong, why are you in a hurry? Turn the camera around and start now. If you are satisfied, we can take the money and leave."
The scarred man is more sophisticated and only cares about money.
Afro looked at Feng Yiyue a little anxiously, but he still hurried to get the camera.
The scarred man looked at Mu Qing: "How about we go over there, little beauty? You don't want to be in the mirror, do you?"
Saying this, the scarred man pointed behind a container.
Mu Qing nodded slightly and walked towards the back of the container.
Feng Yiyue looked at Mu Qing's back with a knowing look in her eyes.
She had heard about that incident before, but she never knew whether it was good or bad for Mu Qing. But seeing her like this now, she couldn't help but worry.
At her age, she should be happy, have many friends, and be free, but because of that incident, she seems to have become a very powerful tool...
Maybe she shouldn't let Mu Qing come here, maybe she should let Mu Qing live freely...
"Eh... Where's Brother Dao?" Afro came over with a camera and saw only Feng Yiyue. He looked around and found that the lights on the other side of the container reflected the figures of the two people.
The scarred man was pinned down by Mu Qing, and his hands were on Mu Qing's shoulders.
Afro looked back at Feng Yiyue impatiently.
"Big star, let's get started. Don't worry. As long as you behave, I will definitely not let those tramps touch you."
Saying this, the explosive head rushed directly towards Feng Yiyue.
Feng Yiyue frowned in disgust, and before she could dodge, the door of the warehouse was kicked open.
The cold wind blew in, and the silver-white moonlight slanted down, illuminating the entire warehouse, and also illuminated He Liangchuan, who was standing at the door of the warehouse and had just retracted his slender feet with a stern look on his face.
Thin hair blocked the narrow eyes, but Feng Yiyue could see that those eyes were full of frost.
The wind howled by and picked up the hem of his smoky gray windbreaker.
He Liangchuan looked at Feng Yiyue, saw that Feng Yiyue was intact, and then strode over.
When Afro saw He Liangchuan, he instinctively started to feel frightened.
"You... who are you?! Get out of here, don't ruin my good deeds!" With that said, Afro took out a dagger from his trouser pocket and gestured.
He Liangchuan bent down slightly, kicked his feet hard, and flew out like a cheetah locking its target.
The fast Feng Yiyue and Afro didn't react.
"Bang!"
The sound of heavy objects falling to the ground suddenly brought Feng Yiyue back to her senses. In the meantime, He Liangchuan turned around and kicked her explosive head directly against the container, and then fell heavily again.
Feng Yiyue simply couldn't imagine what speed He Liangchuan was driving just now.
But it wasn't over yet. He Liangchuan walked quickly to Afro-head and kicked him in the crotch before Afro-head could say anything.
"What do you want to do to my wife, huh?"
He didn't know if the pain in his afro caused an illusion, but he felt that the eyes looking at him were glowing with scarlet light.
It stung his heart and caused a great panic.
He Liangchuan didn't intend to give Afro a chance to speak, and stepped heavily on Afro's body.
Cold and cruel, he seemed like a machine without emotions at this moment.
