C11 A Man like Yama

"Don't worry, I'll be good to you." The fierce-looking man looked at the graceful Lan Lingwan and his entire body trembled with joy. They seemed to enjoy Lan Lingwan's exquisite appearance very much.

The man poured a glass of strong liquor and poured it into Lan Lingwan's mouth. Lan Lingwan choked on the liquor and her head immediately became dizzy. Her appearance made the people in the room laugh wildly again. They saw the fierce-looking man's large hands on Lan Lingwan's waist. Lan Lingwan was so scared that her heart kept beating.

Lan Lingwan did not know where her courage came from, but a loud bang was heard. She used all her strength to break a tall cup in front of her and used the sharp tip of the cup to stab at the man's face.

A stream of blood splashed and the screams of a few women could be heard from the private room. Lan Lingwan took advantage of the shock of the crowd to escape and escape to the door of the private room.

"Catch that woman and dare to hurt our boss. I think she doesn't want to live anymore."

Hearing the man's shout from behind, Lan Lingwan held her violently beating chest. She was still holding a broken goblet in her hand. When the goblet broke, the pain that cut Lan Lingwan's delicate hand made her sober up a little. Bright red blood dripped down from the mouth of the goblet, and on the ground, there were many glaring roses.

However, Lan Lingwan did not care about the pain. She just wanted to leave this place.

She wanted to save herself and be strong.

"Don't cry! The more you cry, the more I bully you."

For some reason, Lan Lingwan was drunk and confused. Her vision blurred, but her mind suddenly recalled that stubborn youth. His fair little face often had bruises after a fight, but his pair of ink-black eyes were like the stars in the sky. "Where do you think you're running to!?"

The fierce-looking man covered his face and chased after Lan Lingwan. His eyes were filled with fierceness. Was he good at fighting? He held Lan Lingwan's hair and her small body fell to the ground. She also took off her wine glass.

"Let's see where you can run to now. If you run away, what do I have to report to you!"

Lan Lingwan faintly heard the man's sinister smile. The moment she was lifted up, Lan Lingwan struggled to use all her strength to call for help, "Help... Help me..."

"Ah!" The sound of bones breaking could be heard. The fierce-looking man leaned back and his chin was dislocated.

Mu Jincheng stood there with bloodshot eyes, like a king of hell. When the remaining people in the room saw that something had happened, they rushed out at the same time. However, they were all knocked down to the ground by Mu Jincheng's assistant, Qiu Ziye. They moaned and groaned, unable to move.

"I'll leave those people to you. Let them remember."

Mu Jincheng glanced at those people on the ground. His tone was extremely cold, making people feel as if they were caught in a blizzard.

"Young master, this isn't the one who helped you measure your clothes the other day..." Qiu Ziye looked at Lan Lingwan, who was wearing revealing clothes on the ground, and whispered. But when he turned his face to look at Mu Jincheng's expression, he was shocked by the second half of the sentence.

Mu Jincheng's expression looked like he wanted to kill someone. His thin lips, which were like blades, were tightly pursed. He brought Xiao Sha with him and gave Qiu Ziye a fierce glare.

"Turn around."

As he spoke, Mu Jincheng took off his coat and wrapped it around the drunk Lan Lingwan. He strode out of the dance hall with long legs.

Lan Lingwan's small hands were still waving in the air. She muttered something, as if she did not feel the terrifying aura that Mu Jincheng emitted at all.

None of the people in the dance hall dared to step forward and ask any questions. They all took a detour and walked away.

After throwing Lan Lingwan onto the black Maybach, Mu Jincheng stepped on the accelerator and the car sped away as if to vent the anger in his heart.

The pain in her hand woke Lan Lingwan up a little. She found herself lying on the hotel bed that was like a cloud. The alcohol made her brain mush. She could not see the other party's face clearly. She could clearly feel the cold air coming from Mu Jincheng's body.

"Hiss!" Another sharp pain came. Lan Lingwan retracted her hand in pain, but was held back by Mu Jincheng's big palm.