Lu Fancheng was silent, his eyes stared at the girl who was still kneeling on the ground for a moment, but his eyes were cold.

In the middle of the night, he snuffed out the cigarette in the ashtray in front of the car, started the car and left.

Lu Ruoxuan on the side bent the corners of her lips without a trace.

He didn't care about Lin Qingwan's life or death, that was the best.

But she rejoiced too soon.

Lu Fancheng drove the car a short distance ahead, but put her out of the car and ordered his assistant to take her back.

Lu Ruoxuan was so angry that she stomped her feet and shouted at the car:

"Lu Fancheng, don't forget, she is the murderer of your beloved!"

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It is said that after Lin Qingwan's backpack was torn in half, all the items were scattered on the ground.

The two men picked up her wallet and opened it to see that there were only two Grandpa Mao.

"Damn, it's so unlucky, so little!"

The two of them took a bag in their pockets and threw away their worn-out wallets.

Except for two bills, there was nothing of value.

They found that the girl lying on the ground found something, clutched tightly to her chest, and looked very precious.

The two glanced at each other and decided that what she had in her hand was definitely a very valuable treasure.

They greedily stepped forward to snatch it, but helplessly, Lin Qingwan's right hand was tightly pulled, and the slender fingers couldn't be broken.

"If you don't let go, you're welcome." A man said viciously.

Lin Qingwan was unmoved, and tried her best to protect the treasure in her hand.

"Holy!"

Her stubbornness provoked them, and the man kicked and punched her body, but he couldn't get her to let go.

One of the men couldn't bear it anymore, and "brushed" took out a short dagger, crouched down, pointed the tip down, and stabbed her hand.

Lin Qingwan reflexively closed her eyes.

The expected pain did not come, but the sound of the man crying wolf was heard.

"Spare your life, ah......"

A faint smell of blood irritates the nasal passages.

Lin Qingwan immediately opened her eyes, only to see the faces of the two men distorted together because of the pain, each holding the other hand with one hand, and bright red liquid falling down from the fingertips.

In front of them, there stood a man in a black suit, his tall and straight figure like a mountain, and he was almost out of breath.

The man held a small dagger in his hand, and the knife was stained with red blood.

"Get out!" The man's lips were thin and he spat out a word.

The two men were so frightened that they ran away, it was terrible, who was this man? They didn't know when he appeared, and before they could react, the dagger had fallen into his hands, and the most terrifying thing was that he did so quickly that almost in the blink of an eye, their wrists had been slashed deep by him......

Lin Qingwan endured the pain in her body and got up trembling slightly.

"Thank you, sir." She spoke.

Hearing this, the man slowly turned around.

After seeing his face clearly, Lin Qingwan's face turned pale, and she subconsciously took a few steps back.

Just now, she didn't even recognize him!

Lu Fancheng's powerful legs took a step forward, and in the night, his expression was vague, he raised his hand, pinched Lin Qingwan's jaw vigorously, lifted her face, and forced her to face him.

"So afraid of me?" He said coldly.

Lin Qingwan's body trembled uncontrollably.

It hurts!

She felt like her jaw was about to be crushed by him.

The innocent big eyes flashed with water, and those eyes were full of endless grievances.

Lu Fancheng threw her away in disgust, grabbed her right hand with one hand, and broke her fingers.

He wanted to see what kind of treasure she was trying to protect, so much so that she didn't even care about her life!

When he saw something lying quietly in her palm, Lu Fancheng was stunned.