C23 You are courting death

Fatty, who was wearing a mask and was called Old Bei, obviously did not believe in what was happening. He stepped forward and arrogantly said, "We must take this Chinese woman away. You guys don't have to meddle in other people's business!"

"You are courting death!"

As soon as he finished his sentence, Zhou Heng viciously slammed the man in the face. Both sides immediately started fighting. Although he was fighting one against two, Zhou Heng did not lose out. He beat up the two men until they were in a mess, his face colored.

Ling Yiheng held her tightly, walked to the car and put her body in the back seat. With a soft voice, he said, "Okay, everything is fine now. Those people won't be able to hurt you."

He didn't know how to comfort others, but he was surprisingly a bit more patient with her, especially at a time like this.

She curled up her body, not moving at all. Her arms wrapped around her body like a wounded cat. Those originally bright eyes dimmed as well, as if it was the night sky that had lost its color. It touched upon the softness within the man's heart.

On the other side, Zhou Heng's fist was fast and ruthless as it landed on the two men's faces and bodies. The two African men were beaten until they could no longer fight back.

Ling Yiheng stood up, walked to the side and instructed in a deep voice, "Ask them who sent them here."

"Yes, Boss."

Then, Zhou Heng kicked the black man in front of him, before quickly pinching his neck. In fluent English, he asked, "Speak, who told you to capture her?!"

If he still had some scruples from before, then his actions now were merciless.

Looking at this scene, it was obvious that he was going to die. The skinny black guy on the other side quickly softened his body and replied, "Sorry, we know we were wrong. It's just that this Chinese woman is really pretty that's why we wanted to take her away for fun. I'm really sorry, but please let us go. "

If they still didn't know what was important in this situation, then they really wouldn't want to die.

The fat guy also agreed, "That's right, please let us go, we won't dare anymore."

They knew very well that neither the person in front of them nor the employer behind them was someone they could afford to offend, so of course they couldn't tell them their true purpose.

Zhou Heng ripped off the masks on the two men's faces. After seeing their appearances, he slapped them fiercely a few times, sending them flying far away without even being able to catch his breath.

"Boss, should we hand them over to the police?" Zhou Heng asked Ling Yiheng in Chinese instead.

Ling Yiheng thought for a moment before nodding his head, "Yes, let's call the police."

Zhou Heng quickly made a call to the police and told them everything.

Due to Ling Yiheng's special identity and influence, a police car soon arrived. Before the police arrived, Zhou Heng threw two punches at the two black men. "If you dare to bully this Chinese girl again, I will definitely send you to hell!"

The two men had huge fear in their eyes and didn't dare to fight back. They could only stand there dumbly and obediently let the police take them away.

Originally, the police hoped that the person involved would also be present to make a statement. However, Ling Yiheng knew that Zuo Zixian was scared silly, so he just asked Zhou Heng to go greet him.

He got into the car and frowned deeply at her embarrassed and uneasy expression.

It was unknown how much time had passed before Zuo Zixian finally let out a dry voice and a little cowardly, "I want to go home."

Her long eyelashes covered those starry eyes that seemed to have lost their luster, carrying a trace of gentleness and beauty, but it also made people feel pity for her.

He cast a deep glance at her and said indifferently, "Do you think it's suitable for you to go back now?"

There was no malice in his words, but it caused her to pause. Looking at her messy clothes and scarred feet, she was also shocked.

"Come to my house, pack up before you go back." Besides, you're not safe now. "

As he spoke, he instructed Zhou Heng to drive.

Zuo Ziqian's brows twitched, he wanted to reject but gave up in the end.

She didn't have the strength to refuse, and going home like this was indeed inappropriate. If her mother saw this, she would definitely be worried.

Although his mother would probably spend the night in the hospital, he still had to be careful.

As she walked into Ling Yiheng's Boston apartment, her first thought was that it was simple. This was a very simple duplex apartment. Although it had two floors, it was not even 200 square meters.

However, when she saw the black and white gray decoration style, she recognized that this was Ling Yiheng's domain.

Just like him, he was cold and solemn, causing others to unconsciously feel estranged from him. However, he did not feel any pressure when inside and instead felt very relaxed.

If anything, there was an identical pair of guitars sitting quietly on the balcony of the living room, like twin brothers.