Chapter 94

Liang Jia's palms were sweating slightly. She straightened her back and didn't look at the group of people in front of her: "what are you doing here?"

Seeing that Liang Jia had a kind of Queen's momentum, the hooligans were obviously stunned. But after a long time, they came back to look at each other. Just for a moment, the eyes of the leading little gangster flashed. The hooligans weighed the mallet in their hands, with a little obscene and ferocious smile. Gradually close to the front of the woman sitting in the car.

Liang Jia's palms are sweating. She pretends that she doesn't care at all. But her slender white hands quickly press the car's side, and the window just opened quickly rises. She just didn't expect that those people would be so cruel and wouldn't give her a living at all.

The little gangster at the head just smashed the stick he was holding in his hand towards the car window. With a crack, the transparent glass now had some cracks. The thick smoke came out of their mouths and disappeared into the air. The voice of the little gangster was a little hoarse. He kicked the car door fiercely: "wipe! Dead girl! How brave! Get out of here! Grandpa is just asking for a toll! "

Liang Jia wants to take off her high-heeled shoes and climb over to the driver's seat. But outside the broken glass window, several men have formed a group. The wooden stick is knocking on the glass and the roof of the car. What's more, there is a sudden shock. The glass window in front of her has been smashed into a snowflake like crack.

Her palm was slightly wet, and she was a little nervous. Originally, she wanted to delay until Xing Chen came back, but she didn't expect these thugs to be so cruel.

The glass window finally broke after a heavy blow. The pieces fell down like snowflakes. Liang Jia closed her eyes tightly and her head was blank. Almost at the moment when the stick came down towards Liang Jia's head, there was a bang. She heard the sound of someone beating her body hard, and the sound of the stick falling on the ground.

Xing Chen?

Liang Jia suddenly opens her eyes and sees that Zhou Xingchen kicks over the hooligan who wants to knock him down. Then she turns around, and her long legs immediately trip over the gangsters who want to rush up.

Liang Jia sat in the car, huddled together. His fingers trembled slightly, watching Zhou Xingchen kick those little gangsters to the ground one by one, and his confused heart immediately settled down.

Just as Zhou Xingchen had almost solved the problem, a thug stood up behind him. It was the little thug headed by Zhou Xingchen who was the first one to kick over. With a sharp knife in his arms, he reflected a silver light in the dark.

Liang Jia's heart suddenly lifted, and some sharp voices yelled at Zhou Xingchen: "Xingchen! Watch the back

Zhou Xingchen's body turned for a while, his slender leg kicked over the silver knife held by the gangster, and then hit the man's face with a fist. The gangster was in pain, lying on the ground and moaning all the time. Zhou Xingchen seemed unable to see his expression, stepped on his hand without expression, and some looked down at him with a trace of disdain: "who sent you!"

The thug didn't speak. There was a trace of unwillingness in his eyes. The other sore hand wanted to take the knife several centimeters apart.

Zhou Xingchen's eyes became deep. His other foot stretched out and kicked the knife farther. His expression was colder. He crushed the little gangster's hand hard. Hearing the sound of bone breaking, Zhou Xingchen's mouth began to smile like a Shura from Hell: "say."

The rest of the men stood up foolishly when they saw that Zhou Xingchen was merciless to the gangster. They didn't care where Zhou Xingchen had hurt them, so they turned around and ran away.

Zhou Xingchen narrowed his eyes and looked at the people on the ground for a long time regardless of the people who left. The gangster was always stubborn and did not speak. Zhou Xingchen seemed to have lost his patience and kicked the man lying on the ground. With a bit of gloom, he said a little unhappily: "good luck to you."

In the dark, the man in black with a hat was always standing quietly at the corner, but his blue fists revealed his mood at the moment.

Originally just want to find a group of people to play a play, so as to save Liang Jia's impression on him, but unexpectedly, Zhou Xingchen came back so soon!

Zhou Xingchen!

His fingernails sank deep into the flesh, and the blood red liquid flowed down its traces. He closed his eyes deeply.

He wants to make Zhou Xingchen unable to return!

He suddenly opened his eyes, which flashed a dangerous light in the dark.

Liang Jia's palms were sweating. After carefully examining Zhou Xingchen, she sighed a long time and held Zhou Xingchen's hand. She was a little uneasy: "it's all because of me... Xing Chen..."

Zhou Xingchen's eyes narrowed slightly. He raised Liang Jia's chin and forced her to look directly into his eyes. His voice was low, but there was no doubt: "Liang Jia, I love you! You listen to me. you are my girl! No matter what happens, just keep your mouth shut and stand on my sideThis stupid woman always takes all her mistakes to herself. Every time she has an accident, doesn't he have any reaction? Because of the unknown coefficient of danger, he would rather be tied with her than hurt this stupid woman.

Before, always pretending not to care, now she, no moment more need to be pitied.

This time

He looked through the broken glass window at the little gangster who was still groaning on the ground. There was a suspicious light in his eyes.

Is it really just a coincidence?

In the hotel, Li Yin brought a glass of red wine, some bright lights hit his side face, and his eyes were a little gloomy. He took a sip of the wine and his voice reverberated in the room. It was delivered to the other end of the phone through the microphone: "the plan failed, but I have a new plan."

Ning Lihan patiently looked through a lot of documents about Liang Jia and Zhou Xingchen, page after page. When he heard Li Yin's voice on the other end of the phone, he couldn't help but smile: "OK, just do what you said."

Twilight is coming, and the night of Haicheng is coming again. Standing on the balcony of the hotel, Li Yin looks at the only way to the airport. The red wine on his lips gives off a strong aroma. He picked it up and looked at the dark red liquid shaking in the glass, with a smile at the corner of his mouth.

"Soon." He whispered.

One hand gently held the railing, the other hand suddenly let go. The cup immediately fell to the ground, like a flower who didn't know the way home. The wine red liquid slowly flowed out of it, slowly, openly, and stretched out on the ground.

Oh.

Soon, Zhou Xingchen will be as fragmented as this cup, and there will be no dregs left.

He'll make his life worse than death.

Under the light, Li Yin stares at the broken glass and smiles, his expression becomes a little ferocious.