The dark alley at the corner of Financial Street is a one-man wide path squeezed out by two skyscrapers, and the sunlight is bought out by the shiny buildings, and the darkness is perennial here, and even the midday sun does not shine in the slightest.

The stone pavement was damp and dirty with moss, and the occasional pass-by did not give anyone a glance.

People like bright and glamorous places, and they have an instinctive rejection and disgust for the dark.

It seems that as long as they don't look at it, such a place doesn't exist in the world.

At the end of the dark alley, two people stood opposite each other, one was a bald and strong man, his face was covered with hideous and strange tattoos, and the other was a gentle-looking long-haired woman, wearing a professional suit, like a person from two worlds with the man in front of him.

"Let your people bring her to you, do whatever you want," a sneer crossed the woman's lips, "Just don't let her die too soon."

The strong man smiled very obscenely, licked his lips, and he responded, "Okay, that woman looks very good at the photo...... Such a tender woman, my brothers liked it the most."

"Heh," the woman across from him rolled her eyes lightly and reminded, "That girl has a very good mouth, you should be careful not to be teased by her, oh yes, remember to hide people and take them out as soon as possible, her brother is not easy to mess with."

"In my hands, her brother and Jesus can't save her." The strong man's laughter became more and more arrogant, and he held his mobile phone and said, "In ten minutes, the person should arrive."

The woman glanced at her watch, her eyes glinting with anticipation.

The strong man asked her, "When the time comes, do you want to invite Miss Si to take a look?"

"Of course, how can I feel at ease without seeing her retribution with my own eyes? If it weren't for her, my cousin wouldn't have gone bankrupt......

-

After Shen Fanyin jumped from the window, he rolled on the spot twice before unloading his strength without hurting his joints.

Luckily, there was a meadow outside, and if it was concrete, she would have been hurt if she rolled into Hot Wheels.

She fluttered the grass clippings on her body as she ran briskly down the street.

She knew in her heart that she had just been able to be captured by the "cute" kidnapper brother, and it must be because Jing Zeheng's bodyguards couldn't enter the door without an exhibition pass, and it was estimated that they were waiting for her near the main entrance of B-16.

She had to get out as soon as possible.

She also wanted to lure the kidnapper brother out, but he had a gun in his hand, and although she didn't know whether it was true or not, she didn't plan to gamble with her own life.

But at this moment, it is no longer up to her to decide whether to lure the kidnapper out or not.

She hadn't run a few steps before she heard a murmur behind her, "Stop! I'm going to shoot!"

Shen Fanyin didn't stand still, and ran faster.

She didn't know anything about the intricacies of the streets here, but luckily she still had a sense of direction, so she turned right and got into an alley.

I don't know if the alley leads directly to the main street, but as long as it's not a dead end, she can get closer to the main street.

The alley is winding around, and the road is not easy to walk, but it makes Shen Fanyin feel more at ease - if it is really a straight line, she has nowhere to hide when the kidnapper brother shoots!

Maybe she really ran the right way, the kidnapper's eldest brother was anxious, and shouted again: "Stop! Or I'll kill you!"

Shen Fanyin rolled her eyes.

How stupid would she have to be to stop at this point?

Just as he was thinking about it, a muffled and unfamiliar voice suddenly came from behind him.

It's a bit like a cannonball, with the smell of death.

Shen Fanyin's footsteps unconsciously slowed down a little, and cold sweat broke out on the corner of his forehead.

A large hand suddenly reached out from around the corner, grabbed her waist, and dragged her into the corner.

Shen Fanyin was taken aback, and as soon as she clenched her fists, she saw Jing Zeheng's familiar face.

She crashed into his arms, her hands on his shoulders, and the sound of his heartbeat was ringing in her ears.

He frowned slightly, let go of the hand that pulled her in, patted her back with the other hand, and soothed, "Good, Fanyin, it's okay, don't be afraid."

Shen Fanyin looked at him, and his hanging heart finally settled down.

"Brother."

She gasped and whispered, "He's got a gun, let's run."

After saying this, a wisp of blood entered her nose.

Shen Fanyin was slightly stunned, looked down, and saw a drop of blood dripping along Jing Zeheng's fingertips.

"Brother?"

Shen Fanyin's eyes widened instantly, and he looked at him in disbelief, his voice trembling.

She wanted to see how Jing Zeheng was injured, but reason told her that she should drag him and run away at this moment.

Jing Zeheng had beads of sweat on his forehead, and smiled at her soothingly: "It's just scratched, it's okay."

As he spoke, he took her by the shoulders and hid her behind him.

As soon as he hid her, he took a step like an arrow off the string, grabbed the body of the gun that had just protruded from the corner with his left hand, raised his right arm, and slammed his elbow against the kidnapper's elbow joint, making a tooth-aching "click" sound.

The kidnapper's elbow was dislocated, and his hand couldn't help but let go of the pain, and the gun fell into Jing Zeheng's hand. His elbow was not withdrawn, but he lifted it directly and hit the man's neck, making him dizzy, and he was pressed against the wall, and the gun in his left hand was pressed against his temple.

Shen Fanyin looked at everything that happened between the lightning and flint, his eyes widened, and tears were in his eyes, and he forgot to fall.

This neat and crisp action is too handsome.

Footsteps sounded in the alley, and soon someone stepped forward and took over the kidnapper from Jing Zeheng's hands.

Jing Zeheng turned around and saw that the child was looking at him with teary eyes, his eyes were red, and he was full of admiration.

He returned to her and rubbed her head with his clean left hand, "Scared?"

Shen Fanyin pursed her lips, and tears fell down: "Brother, you are injured."

She saw that there was a crack in Jing Zeheng's sleeve.

A heart aches. This time, she clearly distinguished, in addition to worry, there was also a pounding heartbeat in this pain.

Perhaps, the heart came earlier.

It may have started with him taking himself into his arms on a rainy night, it could have started with him carrying her on his back, it could have started with his unconditional belief in supporting him again and again, or it could have started with him ringing the wind chimes in the bridal shop on Christmas Eve.

Shen Fanyin cried so that Jing Zeheng was a little panicked.

She will cry because of her heart, and she will cry because she feels sorry for money. But more often than not, she is strong, she won't cry when she falls and bruises all over her body, and she won't cry when she is tired from working overtime and half dead.

But now she was crying for him.

Cry for his injuries.

Jing Zeheng wiped away her tears, held her face and whispered, "Don't cry, my heart is about to be broken by your crying."

Shen Fanyin sniffed, barely suppressed the throbbing in his heart, and held his arm, his voice soft but stubborn: "I'll take you to the hospital."

Jing Zeheng was keenly aware of the emotion in her eyes, even if it was fleeting, it was so hot.

He laughed, laughing, "Good."

He walked away with her footsteps, his steps a little fluttering.

With such an appearance, Shen Fanyin mistakenly thought that he was not long in the world, and his tears fell even more fiercely.

Jing Zeheng's car stopped on the side of the road, took out the car keys from his pocket, and Shen Fanyin helped him into the car and said in a trembling voice, "Brother, you can't die."

Jing Zeheng laughed dumbly, wanting to rub her head and tell her that she couldn't die if she was injured in her arm, and then heard her continue, "Otherwise, the money I owe you will have to be exchanged for dark coins and burned to you."

Jing Zeheng's smile froze at the corner of his mouth: "......"

Well said, shut up later.