C567 If He Doesn't Die I will Make up for It with a Knife

"All of you, scram!"

While she was still unconscious, Yan Wan seemed to be in a dream as she heard different sounds of cursing and cursing.

Who is it?

His voice sounded somewhat familiar.

She opened her eyes with great difficulty. Through the gaps between her fingers, she saw a tall and big person, who seemed to be stepping on fragments of sunlight, push through the crowd and walk towards her