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"Hahaha." What are you doing? "Come on, how much do you pay for each incense stick?" Yao Sin Tong drew her face closer to him.

Fang Jizheng really did "pop" her.

"No money, just sleeping with me." She tried to argue.

Having suffered a loss, Yao Sian Tong started to play around with her.

The two of them no longer had the appearance of a young miss. They were like a shrew playing tricks on the street, their gentle and chaste faces disappearing without a trace.

At the side, Qiao Ruo Chu was laughing so hard that she could barely breathe.

"Sisters, stop messing around. We won't be able to buy a movie ticket in a while." She went up and pulled them apart.

The three of them walked majestically towards the cinema. Along the way, many people turned to look at them. Some were envious of their student status, while some were purely lecherous, and there were even some who simply thought that they were pretty.

When they reached the entrance to the cinema, there were not many people waiting in line. In a few moments, he had bought three tickets, and the three of them went in, laughing, and took their seats.

The lights in the movie theater were dim, someone was whispering, and beautiful people were flashing on the screen. The girls were soon drunk on the film world.

When they reached the middle of the field, Qiao Ruo was anxious to go to the washroom. She bent down and walked towards the darker area at the back.

For some reason, Qiao Ruo's heart palpitated as if someone was staring at her from the shadows.

The bathroom was very cold and empty. She was timid and decided not to go in. She turned around and retreated.

Her two companions watched with rapt attention. No one noticed Qiao Ruochen's unease. She let her imagination run wild for a while. The show ended and she followed the crowd out.

A few women squeezed together, and the three of them were separated.

"Follow me."

A bald, pink-painted man who looked like a Hanged Ghost, put a sharp knife against Qiao Ruozhu's waist and smiled sinisterly in her ear.

Qiao Ruo Chu was so frightened that she almost fell to the ground. She didn't dare to shout. She knew that the other party must have been prepared before coming out to threaten her. Nothing he did now was of any use.

She was pushed mechanically out of the cinema. In the darkness, Joro heard Yao calling out to her and was about to reply when she was suddenly knocked unconscious.

When she woke up, her hands were tied and she was in a windowless basement. A scarred man was pacing in front of her eyes.

"Sixth Master, he woke up." Seeing her open her eyes, the guard called out.

"Bring her closer." An old voice.

Qiao Ruo Chu pinched himself in horror.

Under the small oil lamp that was like a bean, she saw a pair of vicious eyes.

"Yes, she is indeed beautiful. Your ancestors … are they from Beiping? " he asked.

His accent was genuine northern, and he didn't seem to be Xu Zhenxi's man. It seemed like it was another group of bandits that was preparing to steal the Royal Tomb.

In these past few years, Qiao Qingya had been on tenterhooks day and night, and rarely allowed his daughter to go out. What he was afraid of was someone using his daughter's life to force him.

Thinking of this, Qiao Ruo forced herself to calm down. "No, no, my grandfather went down the river from Shu to do small business." "No," she replied.

Her cruel eyes narrowed, and the whip landed on Qiao Ruo Chu's back. She was in so much pain that she wanted to faint.

"Answer honestly." The scarred man with the whip growled at her.

"I'm not lying." Qiao Ruo said while enduring the pain.

Another whip lashed out, hitting her neck and hands. Seeing the blood, she cried out in pain.

"Stop. Take a picture of her and cut off her finger as well. Send it over to Qiao Qingya and have him bring the blueprints to exchange for someone else. " Six, the man called from the darkness.

"Who are you people?" She didn't know where the courage came from, but she knew that Fang Jiexi and Yao had been looking for her.

"Hmph hmph, us? Why do you ask so much? " Scarface sneered.

He took out the camera in his pocket and moved the light closer, about to take a picture of Qiao Ruo Chu's face. She raised her bleeding hands to block him.

"Sixth Master, do you want to play with him or not? He looks pretty good." The bald man said.

Qiao Ruoxi stuck out her tongue. The book said that she could kill herself by biting her tongue, she thought.

"Hurry up and do it, important business." Lord Sixth, who was standing behind the light, was getting impatient.

Scarface pulled out his dagger and tried to cut off Qiao Ruocheng's little finger. He bent down and was about to make his move when the basement door was knocked.

"Customer, open the door!" We're on fire, hurry up and run. " Someone shouted from outside.

So it's an underground room in a hotel, Qiao Ruo Chu thought.

Scarface put away his dagger and winked at the people inside. They immediately dragged Qiao Ruo Chu to the back of the sofa. "Don't make a sound." The bald man said.

It was indeed on fire outside.

The moment Scarface opened the door, a stream of smoke rushed in, causing everyone in the room to cough.

If he didn't run now, the flames would burst in.

"Change places, bring her along." The person called Sixth Master said something and rushed out of the smoke.

The bald man covered Qiao Ruo Chu's eyes and carried her like a dead pig. The scar-faced man led the way, climbing up the stairs from the front and back.

"Damn it, it's not burning anymore. Did I fall for it?" The scarred man mumbled.

As soon as they reached the top of the stairs, they heard a lot of rapid footsteps.

Suddenly, Qiao Ruo was pulled by someone and fell to the ground.

Then the sound of two sharp weapons cutting through flesh, and then she heard a few pig-butchering howls.

The black cloth that covered her face was torn apart and the light shone. She saw a sword brow that flew diagonally into her hair. Her starry eyes were focused on the rope that was tied to her hand as she lowered her head and quickly untied it.

"Sir Lin."

The fear of surviving made her cry.

Deputy Zhou had brought people to subdue the two men who had just beaten her up, and was waiting for Lin Jun Mai to finish his words.

"A night of interrogation." Lin Jun Mai said.

Deputy Zhou took them away.

Lin Jun Mai picked up the bleeding Qiao Ruozhu and headed for the door of the hotel.

"Release the hotel owner and tell him nothing happened today." On his way out, he glanced at the trembling hotel owner on the front desk sofa and instructed his subordinates.

When he carried her into the car, Qiao Ruo Chu finally recovered from her fear. The wound on her back was so painful that her face was convulsing. She couldn't help but want to cry.

"Stop at a safe place." Lin Jun Mai looked at her and felt his heart ache.

Wei Tong pointed at a spot and the driver drove off in a minute.

Wei Congsheng got out of the car, took out the medicine box from the trunk, and handed it to Lin Junmai. He then called the chauffeur to come down and stand guard beside him.

Lin Jungong turned on the light in his car and quickly found some medicine that had been used to treat Yun Nan and Bai's wounds. It was inevitable that he would be injured if he marched to battle, and he was no exception to this rule.