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C4 Escape from Death

Summer, July.

The room was damp from days of heavy rain, and the air was sticky.


The woman wearing the white mask shouted at Lin Mu Wan on the bed.

The doctor beside the bed could not bear to watch any longer. He turned to Zhao Ailan who was watching the door and said, "Ms. Zhao, the patient has been tied up in bed and has no activity. He doesn't eat properly and is malnourished.

Zhao Ailian looked at the pale Lin Mu Wan on the bed and sneered, "It's good to have an accident. If there's an accident, then I can save myself a lot of trouble by finding more people to fight with."

The doctor looked at her grandly, but was escorted to the bed by the man beside Zhao Ailian.

"Take the money and do what you should!"

The doctor didn't dare to say anything else. He looked at the dying man on the bed sympathetically, took out a tube of epinephrine and injected it into the syringe.

Lin Muwan gradually regained consciousness. The effects of adrenaline allowed her to return to her normal state, but it also allowed the pain to become even clearer. She painfully grabbed the bed sheets, clenched her teeth, and used all of her strength.

Three hours later, the sound of a baby crying could be heard from inside the room.

Outside the door, a black figure leaned against the wall, lit up a cigarette and looked at the clock on the wall.

3 PM.

The weather was getting worse, the wind and rain were raging, and the thunder was incessant.

It was as if even the heavens pitied the woman inside.

After waiting for a while, Zhao Ailian's bodyguard came out and said impatiently, "This woman is really lucky! She has lost so much blood, and yet she is still not dead! "A'Heng, I'll leave it to you."

The person outside took a long drag on his cigarette, then threw it on the ground and extinguished it. "What should we do?"

The man gestured, "Throw it into the sea. I won't be able to see its body even if it dies."

A'Heng nodded and walked past the man into the room. The thick smell of blood assaulted his nostrils.

Zhao Ailian took the tightly wrapped child from the doctor, glanced at him and said, "Deal with him cleanly."

A'Heng nodded and made way for Zhao Ailan to lead the crowd away.

After they left, Ah Heng looked at the person on the bed.

She didn't look like a mother who had just gotten pregnant in October. She was so thin that she couldn't even resist the wind. Even so, she couldn't hide her beauty.

On her elegant face was a pair of incomparably clear big eyes, but they had lost the light that she should have. They were as dim as a moonless night, and her delicate nose was covered with fine beads of sweat, and her lips were completely devoid of blood.

Even a professional killer like him couldn't help but feel heartache when he saw her like this.

He took a few steps forward, pulled her up from the bed, and said lightly: "It's time to go."

Lin Mu Wan lowered her eyes as tears flowed from her eyes. The cold touch landed on the back of his hand, but it still burned him.

Lin Muwan silently pondered. She didn't resist, nor did she feel any fear. It was as if she had already died and was accepting her fate.

She got up and walked out the door, out into the rain, looking out at the stormy shore.


Ever since she was young, she had always been the most obedient. And dad, he was clearly the best dad in the world, why did fate tease him like this? Why was she only able to be toyed with by people like Zhao Ailan?

The wind was howling. She couldn't stand still in the rain.

Tears and rain intertwined, but her heart was already cold. She didn't even want to ask why.

The black figure approached step by step and stopped behind her.

"Do you want to live?"

His voice was low and hoarse, like death in the void.

She thought it was ridiculous.

He said, "If you want, I'll let you live."

Lin Muwan's heart suddenly froze.

She turned slowly and looked up, but the rain was too heavy to see his face.

He could only hear him say, "Only by living can I take revenge."

"..." Revenge.

Zhao Ailian's face appeared in her mind, burning with anger.

She wants it.

She wanted to live!

She wanted revenge.

She wanted to return what she had endured a thousand, a hundred times more!

She wanted to see her die a painful death at her feet!

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