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Now that he was in danger, and Ning Jin wanted to abandon her and run away by himself, how could she not be angry?

Ning Jin was not the least bit angry at Fu Wanjiao's abuse, but Fu Wanjiao still pulled at her collar and walked towards her with a shocked expression, all the way until Ning Jin whispered in her ear, "Call Fu Huayong, immediately."

Ning Jin immediately rushed to Fu Wanjiao's side and squatted down. Instead, she grabbed onto's collar with a face full of anger, but still called her to make a phone call. Fu Wanjiao immediately reacted when she saw his expression, and then secretly took out her phone.

"But, but what about you?"

Fu Wanjiao held her phone so anxiously that she was almost crying. Her eyes were red, without a trace of arrogance, and the situation did not allow her to say even a single word, Ning Jin repeated: "Quickly, run."

Then, he immediately rushed forward to fight with the crowd.

One of the man rushed forward to grab Fu Wanjiao, but was stopped by Ning Jin in time. He turned his head to find that Fu Wanjiao was still in a daze, and had already connected to the phone page. He stomped his feet in worry, "I told you to run, you want to be his son!?"

's words were effective, as he immediately scampered off.

This run had infuriated the man as he shouted angrily, "All of you, come with me to catch that girl. Everyone else will do the same to this woman. If you catch her, it'll be your turn."

Like a stimulant, everyone immediately roared, hearing it Ning Jin felt disgusted, he had really never seen a woman in his entire life before.

Seeing those who were ordered to capture Fu Wanjiao being stopped by Ning Jin, the man was so angry that she vomited blood.

"Dammit, count me in!"

The man roared in anger.

Even if his skills were good, Ning Jin would not be able to defeat so many people, but he would not be at a disadvantage in a short period of time, because he did not have a weapon, the person that was hit by Ning Jin wailed and screamed on the ground, if it was a battle. It was not that they were not in pain, but rather that he had lost too much face due to a woman.

There were many places on Ning Jin's body that had colours hanging, but they could not be seen under the cover of his clothes.

Ning Jin had always thought that scratching one's hair was a specialty for women to fight with, but he never thought that men liked it too. He was ambushed for a while when he wasn't paying attention, but at the same time, a lot of his hair fell off.

She did not know how Fu Wanjiao was doing or whether she had told her about it. She had to persevere on, otherwise, she would be extremely unlucky to be in the hands of such a person.

The man wiped the corner of his mouth, the blood on the back of his hand made his eyes turn red, he never thought that the girl would be so big, he had underestimated her, but he could tell that Ning Jin wouldn't be able to hold on for long.

But he couldn't grind them any further. He had to think of a way to end this quickly.

He accidentally put his hand into his pocket, and his body froze for a moment, and then immediately after, the corner of his mouth hooked up into a sinister smile.

When she turned around, the man was rushing towards her with a shiny dagger in his hand. The dagger's edge was as sharp as ever under all kinds of lights. She could even see her own eyes clearly from the edge of the dagger, causing her to hold her breath.

He suddenly kicked backward, but he was still a step too late.

His eyes took a step forward as a trace of warmth appeared on his face.

When she opened her eyes, a touch of sparkling red caused her eyelashes to fall off. When it fell on her face, it became an indescribable warmth. This was not hers.

When the red in her vision faded, she saw him.

Blood... It was his.

"Fu Huayong..."

His eyes were not anxious for the scar on Fu Huayong's palm. The surface of the blade had turned red, and his fair hand was even more tender and beautiful than the palm of his hand.

Clang! The dagger made a clear sound as it hit the ground, and then the situation of him escaping, everything happened in the blink of an eye. When did Fu Huayong become so imposing, quietly scaring off all the lackeys?

"Old Fu, are you alright?"

It was only until Han Chen spoke that she knew that there were still two or three people behind Fu Huayong, and that she recognized all of them. Fu Huayong did not say a word as he turned his head to look at Ning Jin, the depths of his eyes allowing Ning Jin to fall into his trap.

"How are you?" Fu Huayong's voice came out, upon hearing it, Ning Jin's throat suddenly throbbed intensely, "Go and bandage them at the hospital."

"Brother, why did you bleed so much? Quick, let's go to the hospital!"

Fu Wanjiao's voice sounded, as she hurriedly ran in front of Fu Huayong. Her palm continuously dripped blood on the ground, causing her to have a face full of fear and panic, as she looked towards Ning Jin, and said, "It's all because of you, if it wasn't for you, my brother … "He …" But there was no sound at the end of her words. Perhaps she had only just realized that she also had an unavoidable responsibility in this situation, and if not for Ning Jin, Fu Huayong would not have appeared and saved her.

Ning Jin was still wearing his work clothes, and there were a lot of footprints on the white shirt on her body, which made it obvious that it was not hers. Fu Huayong frowned, "To the hospital."

He stopped a taxi and told everyone, "Wait for me here."

You still want to come over after your relationship has been bandaged?

Sitting in the car, Fu Huayong grabbed Ning Jin's hand but didn't send it over. His brows were tightly knitted, as if they were a single word, and his face had an expression of being extremely unhappy. Ning Jin swallowed his saliva.

"Mm. About that, they actually …"

"Why are you here?"

With a single sentence, he had blocked Ning Jin's path. If not for the fact that he was also in the same bar today, he really would not have imagined what the outcome would be.

Ning Jin trembled.

"Can you be a bit lighter? It hurts." Ning Jin looked at her pitiful palm as she gripped it. This matter could not be blamed completely on her, but, Fu Huayong did not hesitate to cut it for her. She was truly moved.

Other than the blood being red, there was also an indescribable feeling.