As he got closer and closer, Lu Yunting felt that his hands were shaking violently.

Even the days when I just woke up from a coma.

He didn't feel so sore and almost unsteady that he was now.

I already knew that she was here, but I was afraid.

Fear is just a dream, fear of being in the air, fear of ......

Even afraid to face her.

I always think of the long years of loneliness and hopelessness that she spent here.

His heart was like someone was grabbing and tearing him hard.

It's because he didn't protect her well.

was so close to her back then, but he didn't find her in time.

I hated myself for missing her in that little village.

and glad that she hadn't been found back then, otherwise she would have experienced danger with herself and fallen into crisis together.

In this ambivalent mood, he approached the courtyard step by step.

A few bright rivets on the vermilion gate.

The gate is large and the courtyard is deep.

Just a door, it is easy to remind people of these rich but oppressive words.

"General, the door is locked."

Seeing Lu Yunting coming, the soldiers who came over in advance snapped and saluted, and their voices were loud.

"Won't you pick the lock?"

The mood was interrupted, and Lu Yunting was a little unhappy.

He couldn't wait to see her, only to be told that the door was locked?

"We tried this lock, but it can't be opened."

Cold sweat broke out on the soldier's forehead, and he said with Lu Yunting's awe-inspiring momentum.

Lu Yunting glanced at the lock hanging on the Zhu door, the retro moire lock, but it was the most sophisticated.

It is impossible for any lockpicking expert to force the lock, and the anti-theft coefficient is extremely high.

Just this one lock can be sold for a high price of 80 million on the black market!

No wonder the cost of this clubhouse is so high!

"Go and call the clubhouse owner."

After just one glance, Lu Yunting looked away.

Not long after, a middle-aged man in a Confucian shirt was escorted over.

"Where's the key to these little courtyards?"

Lu Yunting glanced at him lightly, his tone was light and light, but he couldn't breathe.

"The locks on each of these small courtyards are bought by the guests themselves, so the keys are in the hands of the guests."

The man in the Confucian shirt did not look embarrassed even if his hands were cut behind his back.

Hearing Lu Yunting's question, his eyes flickered slightly, and he smiled apologetically.

Lu Yunting didn't listen to him, and directly stepped forward and kicked him on the kneecap.

He didn't have any strength at all, and he used dexterity.

As soon as I stepped down, I heard the crunch of bones breaking.

The middle-aged man couldn't help but scream, and the whole person fell to the ground, his face pale.

Almost instantly, his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat.

He stepped down and directly kicked his kneecap and broke his entire leg!

"Where's the key?"

Lu Yunting's expression remained unchanged, and he took a step carelessly, looking at the man condescendingly.

The man didn't know whether it was pain or fright, and he rolled his eyes and fainted.

"Wake him up."

Lu Yunting frowned, took a step back and said to the soldiers behind him.

The soldiers have the best means to deal with this.

A soldier behind Lu Yunting stepped forward, raised his foot and stepped on the knee of the broken leg lightly.

The middle-aged man only twitched unconsciously in a coma, and the cold sweat on his forehead broke out more urgently, but there was no sign of waking up.

Seeing this, the soldier's face turned ugly.

The foot is very patient, and slowly grinds it on his knees with his toes.

Until the middle-aged man couldn't help but let out another scream and slowly opened his eyes.