Chapter 1107 Good Night, Sickly Brother (32)

Mu Xinian looked at Luo Qingchen in front of her with some panic. She was still standing so casually, and the long whip in her hand seemed to have a different aura than others.

It's like a devil coming out of the underworld, small in stature but possessing endless power.

"You...why are you two standing here! Kill her, damn, I won't believe it!" Mu Xinian bit her lip, her eyes filled with dark red bloodshot eyes, and said with a fierce tone: "The school idol of Jiu Sheng is mine. If you want to steal it from me, go to the underworld and report it first!"

The next second, Luo Qingchen clenched her right hand tightly, and the blood in her heart felt boiling unconsciously.

Probably she said Du Jiu Sheng's name, or maybe she said the underworld.

She raised her eyes indifferently, swung the long whip with her right hand, and one of the big men slashed Mu Xinian's face with a big knife.

In the flash of light and fire, the big man had no time to retract, and a huge gash was cut on the right side of Mu Xi Nian's face. The wound was shocking.

"Ah——" A miserable scream echoed throughout the fourth floor of the abandoned factory.

Mu Xi Nian covered her face with her hands while shouting at the top of her lungs, flesh and blood intertwined in everything.

That bloodthirsty pleasure hit her heart inch by inch...

"Miss……"

"Kill her, kill her, kill her!" She pointed at Luo Qingchen with red eyes, with only one thought in her mind.

She wanted her to die, die immediately, die in front of her.

She wanted to step on her body and ravage it over and over again.

She wanted her to never see the sun tomorrow again.

The Mu family was originally a gang boss. She had seen too many dead people and had personally killed a few ungrateful guys.

But all the killings in the past were not as resentful as today.

"Yes, Miss!"

The next second, the big man raised his sword and struck in Luo Qingchen's direction without thinking.

Luo Qingchen's eyes narrowed, and she made two moves in the blink of an eye -

One: He glared hard with both feet, knocking her to the ground before the big guy even touched her.

Two: Swing the long whip with his right hand and directly grab Mu Xinian's neck.

She could feel beads of sweat on her forehead. This game should be over!

"Ah... um..." Mu Xinian obviously did not expect that Luo Qingchen would suddenly attack her, and she instantly felt the suffocation on her neck.

The blood on his cheeks fell drop by drop, his eyes widened, and his tongue stretched out, looking particularly terrifying.

"Mu Xinian, with your ability, remember to bring a few more people with you next time." Luo Qingchen stepped over the bodies of the four big men and walked towards her step by step. The corners of her mouth curved into a nice curve and said: "Otherwise, what will happen? It’s really a shame that my wife lost her troops.”

"Luo Qingchen, I will never... let you go even if I die." Mu Xinian held her whip tightly with both hands and kept moaning.

She snorted coldly, slowly raised her left hand, and scratched the torn wound on her cheek with the back of her hand. She smiled coldly and said, "I don't want you to let me go. After all, that wouldn't be fun, would it?"

The next second, she waved her right hand, and Mu Xi Nian fell directly at her feet.

She didn't want to pay attention to her anymore, dropped her whip and walked straight towards Fatty.

At this time, Dai Xiaopang's body felt a little cold, but his forehead was extremely hot. It seems that the body is about to be unable to hold on, and the infection in the body is getting worse.

She had already called an ambulance when she came in, and now she just needed to make sure the ambulance arrived smoothly.

"Haha..." At this moment, Mu Xinian, who was lying on the ground, suddenly laughed unscrupulously. Luo Qingchen's high-tech glasses flashed red, as if she felt the presence of mechanical items.

That is...a pistol.