When those men saw this scene, they were all frightened and urinated, and their yellow legs trembled, as if they were about to kneel on the ground and beg for mercy at any moment.
If the group of men still had a trace of stubbornness at the beginning and refused to kneel and beg for mercy, then the appearance of the next person was enough to make their only remaining stubbornness disappear At this moment, a man in a neat suit walked in from the SWAT team, and finally stopped in front of the team, and at this moment he was staring at them with a terrifying cold light like frost.
The slender figure of the man, the dark and deep ice eyes, the well-defined facial features, and the valuable watch on his wrist all reveal his noble identity.
Even if he was just standing there quietly at the moment, his face as cold as frost was enough to make the sun and moon fade, and the mountains and rivers were on the verge of approaching.
He is like a king, and his whole person has a noble and extraordinary aura, so that everyone present can't help but bow their heads and beg for mercy for him.
When the men saw him, they fell to their knees and kowtowed and begged for mercy.
"Uncle spare your life, uncle spare your life" The man was silent, as if all this turmoil had nothing to do with him, but when he saw the girl unconscious in a pool of blood, his brow, which had always been indifferent, immediately furrowed.
He saw that the girl he loved the most was lying weak and helpless in a pool of blood at the moment, and the girl's face and back were covered with blood.
The blood seemed to flow from his body, making his heart cramp in a moment, and the palms of his clenched hands were breaking out in a cold sweat.
His face began to turn pale, as if his soul had been withdrawn, and he walked in the direction of the girl.
He walked up to her and stopped, and the girl lay quietly in a pool of blood as if she had not noticed his arrival.
He was afraid, he was afraid.
He watched her cry for a long time before he dared to tremble and touch the tip of her nose with his fingers, longing to feel her tenderness.
It wasn't until he felt her intermittent exhalation that he dared to breathe a sigh of relief.
"Be careful, don't be afraid."
He picked her up carefully, let her lean into his arms, and gently called her name, "I'm here, I'm here to take you home" His cold tears ran down his face and fell on her bloodstained face, His tears merged with her blood, stunning and mournful.
He picked her up sideways and walked out of the warehouse, and the blood on her body fell to the floor of the warehouse as he walked, like flowers of death quietly taking root on the ground.
Her blood turned into his tears, and even more into his hatred.
Every step he took, he told himself.
All her grievances today, he will ask them to repay them ten thousand times in the future Two weeks later.
Today's weather is cloudy, there is not a trace of sunshine in the sky, there is not a trace of gray, it is so heavy, as if God has already destined today to be an ordinary day.
But that's not the case, there's one place that contradicts the ordinary weather, and that's the hospital.
Mu Jinjin was in a coma on the bed in the hospital room at the moment, her body was wrapped in gauze, and the hand that was stepped on by Keiko Suzuki was even more fixed by lime.
Her face was pale, and if it weren't for the needle in her left hand that was constantly pumping nutrient solution into her body, it might have given the illusion that she was dead.
It's been two weeks since she was taken to the hospital, and she still shows no signs of waking up, and she doesn't know if her condition will improve today. oshow7 t1706231537: