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The temperature inside the car plummeted. Huangfu Ming held his breath and didn't speak the entire way. My heart was in turmoil.

Sure enough, after returning to the house, Huangfu Ming stood before me with an imposing manner that could crush down a hundred thousand jin. "Take it out!"

"What?" I backed away, my voice trembling.

Huangfu Ming approached me. With a pair of cold eyes, he stretched out his arm. "Cards!"

I laughed awkwardly, "Where are the cards, they are all …" Annie's bullshit.

Before I could finish what I wanted to say, I saw Huangfu Ming's complexion drop even more. My voice became lower and lower, until it became silent.

However, I cannot let Huangfu Ming see those cards, because if those cards were really given to me by Chu Yubai, and if he were to know about it, he would definitely do something bad to Chu Yubai.

"What are you worried about?" Huangfu Ming closed in step by step. I had nowhere to retreat to, so I leaned my legs against the bed and sat down on it unsteadily. His eyes were very terrifying, as if he wanted to swallow me alive, "Tell me!"

"I …" "That …" I hesitated, not knowing what to say.

"You want me to find it myself?" Huangfu Ming looked down and lifted my chin.

I looked at him and actually had the feeling that someone was going to sentence me to death, but then I thought about it. Why would Huangfu Ming care about me, and why didn't I owe him anything? Why did I keep feeling like I was his personal possession, that I could only support his breathing, not his own circle of friends?

The more I thought about it, the angrier I became. I raised my hand to knock away Huangfu Ming's hand that was holding my chin, "I don't need you to care about my matters." I am not your personal belongings, why would I let you draw my land into a prison and imprison me by your side? I have my own life, my own circle of friends, and freedom to make friends … I don't need you to do anything, do you understand? "

Huangfu Ming was stunned, but immediately after, his body pressed down, pressing me down heavily into the mattress. Under his body, he said, "What did you say? Say that again! "

I don't know where I suddenly got the courage to shout, as if the world were going against me, "I — don't — want — you — to care!"

Huangfu Ming glared at me angrily, as if he was going to tear my bones to pieces. I puffed out my chest and glared back at him fearlessly.

A minute, two minutes, and the air was silent except for my breathing and the thump of my heart.

The mattress suddenly shook, and when the figure on it disappeared, it was as if a lifetime had passed. When I sat up, Huangfu Ming had already left the room.

Sure enough, within a few minutes, the ear-piercing sound of a sports car could be heard outside the door as it sped away.

He probably went back to drink again. If he had the ability, then he might as well drink himself to death. Arrogant and arrogant he was all the time, causing trouble for no reason.

I felt a sharp pain in my head, as if someone was pounding on my head with a club.

I let out a long breath, and the heart that I had brought forward slowly settled back into my heart. Although I didn't know what Huangfu Ming would do next, I thought, at least for the time being, the ghost who gave me this card might be Chu Yibai.

A sleepless night. Huangfu Ming wasn't home the next day and he didn't stop outside the house to wait for me. I had no choice but to call him.

It was hard to take a taxi in this villa area. Firstly, it was a bit remote, and secondly, the drivers all knew that there were cars here, and all of them were of the luxurious class, so they usually wouldn't take a taxi.

Learning from the last time, I got off the taxi.

Not long after, a small sedan pulled up at my feet. The sedan looked older, the same as the one in the taxi software, but the dust-black car was covered in dust. It didn't feel very comfortable, but I was in a hurry and didn't say anything to get in the car.

The driver was a middle-aged man, and as I sat in the passenger seat, I looked in the rearview mirror and saw a person sitting in the back seat. He was wearing a black cap and his head was lowered, so I couldn't see his face.

It was a black windbreaker, wrapped tightly around himself, his hands in his pockets, and he sat in the backseat in silence.

The driver drove seriously, and I played a boring game of mobile phone.

While I was enjoying myself, the game actually went offline. I tried logging in two or three times, but there was still an exception.

I pressed the manual phone of the operator's customer service. I wanted to check my balance to see if I was in arrears, but when the phone rang out, it was cut off. I looked at my cell phone and saw that it was missing.

No wonder there was no internet. Where did he go? How could there be no signal?

I put down my cell phone and looked out of the car. I was an idiot, so I was familiar with the road. Once I took an unfamiliar road, my brain would be short-circuited.

Looking at the tall grass and the dense forest outside, he saw that the car was driving on a dirt road that could only fit one car.

My head buzzed with an ominous premonition. I turned my head to look at the driver. His face was dark, and there were traces of black smoke above his eyes. I pretended to be calm. "Master, where did you go?"

The driver did not answer, his face expressionless. The person in the back also didn't say anything.

My heart sank. This isn't good.

"Master, please stop the car, I will get off here." I tried to keep my tone even, knowing that if I annoyed the driver, nothing would happen.

As soon as I finished my sentence, the car lurched and fell into a nearby bush.

Fortunately, he had his seat belt on. Otherwise, with such a violent disturbance, he would have already broken through the window and been thrown out of the car.

I rubbed my head, dizzy from the jolting, and then I remembered something and turned to look at the driver and his men, who were still unconscious.

The door on my side of the car had already been forced open a crack, but because of the impact, I couldn't open the door on my side of the car.

My heart was even more anxious as I watched the driver wake up.

I hit the door hard, but it wouldn't budge from the force of my motion.

The man in the back seat woke up, touched the back of his head, and cursed.

The chauffeur's mouth was also dirty. When he saw me knocking on the car door, he directly reached out to grab my hair. "Damn bitch, I made you dishonest."

He grabbed my hair and pressed my head down against the glass of the car door.

Dong!

Although I didn't feel pain, my head was still dizzy from the impact.

The man in the backseat took off his hat and slammed it down on my head.

I cursed in my heart. It was a pity that there was such a huge disparity in our abilities. There was no room for resistance at all.

The driver slammed my head against the glass twice, then tugged at my hair, pulling me from the seat toward him.

He kicked the door open, and I felt something suddenly pull away from the back of my head. It was uncomfortable, but I couldn't tell what it was.

Before he could even react, the driver got off the car with something in his hand. The person in the back seat also followed him out, and before he could even react, the driver had already fiercely kicked him a few times.

I held on to my seat belt and stared out of the car.

The two of them hit each other, and I was stunned. I was still in my seat, not knowing who they were hitting and who they were cursing. Looking at their ferocious looks, I felt that they were dragging something deep into the grass.

When I looked over, I saw that the driver was dragging a girl in a red miniskirt and black swan smoky makeup. She looked to be about seventeen or eighteen years old, her hair a mess, her forehead red and swollen with blood.

He was confused and didn't know what was going on. I'm just taking a taxi to work, but what's this all about?

The girl was dragged into the grass. Other than hearing the wails and curses, and seeing the grass move, she knew the way they were going, but she had already lost sight of the three of them.

My heart thumped, and from the fierce look on the chauffeur's face and the man in the back seat, it seemed that the little girl was in for it.

I threw myself at the driver's door, pushed it open, and got out, trembling with fear and confusion.

I rushed over and pushed my way through the grass. I looked at the ravaged grass to determine their direction. Not far away, a girl was faintly discernable to cry out in pain. I hastened my footsteps.

Finally, the sound came closer and closer, stopping beside my ear to pinch my heart. By then, the girl's voice had already turned into a grunt, and there were also the sounds of two men madly venting their desires.

I knew what they were doing and rushed over to them. I wanted to save the girl, even though he looked like a bad girl.

But she was still a minor. What should she do in the future after such a thing happened?

I took a step forward, and the girl suddenly bit the driver's arm, which was around his neck, and kicked the other man. She took the opportunity to get up and stagger toward me.

I didn't expect the girl to come at me like this. I didn't have time to stop and just slammed into her head. I raised my arms to cover my face, but it wasn't the collision I had expected. On the contrary, I didn't feel anything.

I suddenly opened my eyes and saw the driver and the man rubbing their hands together. They angrily threw themselves in front of me, "Stinky woman, how dare you bite me?"

The driver came up and slapped me hard in the face.

There was no pain in my palm, of course, but my eyes were sparkling from the slap. I looked back and saw no girl.

The two people in front of me, one grabbing my hair and the other grabbing my hands, dragged me to the spot where the girl was being bullied, and threw me heavily onto the ground. "See where you can run to, I'll kill you, you bitch."

The person who was kicked by the little girl just now kicked my stomach heavily. I felt as though my stomach was about to be stomped into the ground by him.

I swung my arms wildly and kicked my legs, but that didn't stop me from being bullied. My hands were tied, the driver's vulgar face was buried in my chest, the other man was pressing on my ankles. I looked up at the sky in despair, thinking of the time I had crossed over to Lin Yue.

I felt sick to my stomach.

Just as the driver was about to enter, I lost consciousness.

I don't know how much time had passed, but I woke up to the cold and the gurgling sound of water in my ears.