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When she woke up, it was already completely dark.

The phone beside his bed kept vibrating non-stop.

Just as An Xiaochu took out her phone, Lu Lu's seventh call came in.

"An An, calm down, listen to me, I don't know who took out Du Zhong's flesh …"

Before she could even react, Lu Lu warned her in a serious tone, "Go out and hide right now. Don't mention Du Zhong, just the Cheng Clan alone will kill you."

An Xiaochu opened her Weibo, and that video was searched thoroughly.

She knocked her head. She really was too impulsive when she asked Lulu to help her send the video today. This was her territory, so it was more than enough to crush her.

As An Xiaochu thought about this, she quickly stuffed all the items into her bag to change her clothes and documents. She then quickly put on her shoes and rushed downstairs.

However, her plan of escape had not yet been carried out, and she was already strangled in the cradle.

At this moment, a few burly men were standing in front of the intercom downstairs, blocking her only way out!

She stood there in a daze, confronting them through the door, and for a moment the atmosphere was delicate.

Whether it was the number or physique of the people outside, she was far from being a match for them. If she were to force her way through, she would simply be courting death.

The man in the lead narrowed his long and narrow phoenix eyes and stared fixedly at her as if he were examining a prey.

An Xiaochu subconsciously retreated, "What are you doing? I've already called the police! " Clenching her fists, she forced herself to calm down. She could clearly hear her own heartbeat in the quiet hallway.

"It's her! Take her away!"

Almost at the same time, An Xiaochu swiftly turned and ran upstairs.

With a wobble, the door was kicked open and her arm was abruptly grabbed by someone!

An Xiaochu's entire person almost fell down from the stairs. She did not even have the time to scream when her mouth was blocked.

"Hm." She tried her best to twist her body and struggle.

The strength of the restraining force on his wrist was so strong that it seemed as if it would break in the next moment.

Her vision turned black, An Xiaochu struggled even harder, the sound of her feet hitting the ground became even louder.

No, she couldn't be taken away by them, or she would die for sure!

Thinking about the aggressive gaze of Third Young Master Zhao, An Xiaochu tenaciously bit on the opponent's hand.

A strong stench of blood gushed into his mouth. His chin was grabbed, and in the next instant, his neck felt a sharp pain.

As his consciousness blurred, he heard an indifferent voice coming from his side.

"Young Master wants something, there's nothing you can't get."

"Take them away."

At the outskirts of the city, in a villa near the mountain and by the water.

A European villa stood quietly, the afterglow of the setting sun coated it with a layer of golden, even more magnificent.

In the guest room, the girl was lying on a soft European style bed. Under the loose white T-shirt was a curvy figure. Her left foot was still wearing light pink canvas shoes.

An Xiaochu's eyes were tightly shut, her brows were slightly knitted, and a thin layer of perspiration appeared on her forehead.

She twisted uneasily, and the burning pain brought her to her senses.

There was a medieval clock on the wall, its pendulum swaying in her blurry vision, dazzling her. Ye Zichen looked down and saw a red wine cup that was almost bottomed out on the tea table.

Where is this?

Where are they?

She moved her stiff neck.

Suddenly, a pair of black leather shoes appeared in his line of sight. His long hair was pulled up roughly, and the man's low and cold voice sounded from the top of his head, "Speak, where is the key?"

She raised her head and saw the owner of the hand. She couldn't help but be startled.

The man had a handsome, sculpture-like face with features as deep as wood. His brows were slanted and his eyes were twinkling. An imposing aura that didn't seem angry surged out. His pair of obsidian eyes stared straight at her without concealing the hostility in his eyes.

He seemed to have seen this face somewhere before …

Without waiting for her to think, she felt a tearing pain in her scalp. Her head was forced to look up, and the incandescent light made her eyes hurt.

"Where's the key?!" The man's voice became even lower.

Wasn't this man sent by the scum?

An Xiaochu forced herself to calm down quickly. Her gaze fell on the sleeves of the man's suit and his thoughts drifted back to the ball not long ago. But very quickly, his thoughts were pulled back to reality as a knife was now in the man's hands.

The tip of the blade was pointed at her right cheek.

What was going on?

"What key? I don't know."

At this moment, all reason had been thrown out of the window. There was only one thought left in his mind — escape!

She instinctively wanted to retreat, but she discovered that she was powerless, and the pain from her lower leg and scalp was causing her to almost collapse.

The strength of the man's subordinates increased by a few more degrees, causing her to gasp for breath.

"Who are you? I really don't know you. " His body trembled in fear, and his voice couldn't help but tremble.

The anger in the man's eyes intensified.

An Xiaochu could clearly feel the iciness that came from the blade through her skin.