Chapter 229 On the Verge of Death

Where are they?

Her head started buzzing.

She rushed out of the restaurant and saw Liang Jian's car about to leave. She dashed to the car in a flash.

Liang Jian slammed on the brakes to avoid hitting her.

Jiang Ran smashed his car window with a punch. Just as Liang Jian was about to get angry, she preemptively reached into the car, grabbed his collar, and asked, "What did you do to her?"

Liang Jian coldly brushed her hand away. "Let go. You're nothing but a dog raised by my second uncle. Who gave you the audacity to lay a hand on your master? Ji Ying... isn't she inside?"

Jiang Ran endured his humiliation and said in a deep voice, "Young Master, have you thought about the consequences of doing this?"

Liang Jian's eyes darkened considerably. "To achieve great things, one must learn to let go. If I have wronged her, I will definitely make it up to her in the future."

Jiang Ran clenched her fist and then relaxed it, taking out her phone to make a call...

Ji Ying was taken into a car by a group of unidentified people.

A little while later, the car stopped in front of a bar.

The group shoved her into a private room that smelled bad.

There were about seven or eight men inside, some sitting and some standing, gathered around the long sofa in the center like stars surrounding the moon.

Several hostesses were embraced by them, but when the man in the floral shirt stood up, they all tactfully stepped aside.

The man in the floral shirt, who was at the head of the group, had a slicked-back bald head and was looking at Ji Ying with a forced smile on his face, but his narrowed eyes revealed a sharp glint in them.

He slowly swirled his wine glass as he approached, the clinking of ice cubes particularly jarring in the private room.

Do you know why I called you here?

"Give me back my phone," Ji Ying said.

They took her phone as soon as she got in the car, clearly afraid she would call for help.

The man in the floral shirt chuckled and said, "When you get here, you won't need that thing anymore."

As he spoke, he reached out to touch Ji Ying's face.

Ji Ying dodged away in disgust, and the seven or eight men gathered around the sofa started to jeer.

The man in the floral shirt turned to look at them and said, "This beautiful lady doesn't know the rules here. Who can set an example for her?"

One of the men kicked the woman next to him away, saying, "Go, tell her what to do?"

The woman was kicked to the ground without any dignity, crawled on her knees to the man in the floral shirt, and tremblingly called out, "Brother Tian."

The man in the floral shirt didn't say anything. The woman knelt in front of him, straightened up, touched his belt, and began to do something outrageous.

Ji Ying was genuinely disgusted and turned her face away, refusing to look.

But the man in the floral shirt roughly grabbed her chin, forcing her to face him, and asked, "Do you know who I am?"

“I don’t know you.” Ji Ying stared coldly at his face.

The man in the floral shirt smiled. "My name is Pang Tian, ​​and Pang Wei is my younger brother."

Long-buried memories suddenly exploded in Ji Ying's mind.

The memory of being electrocuted, and the scars still on her waist and abdomen, made her feel her blood run cold for a moment.

"Today I want to see what kind of woman he'll fall for."

After he finished speaking, the men on the sofa let out lewd laughter.

One of them shouted, "Brother Tian, ​​the orders from above are to take her biological samples. Please remember to leave her alive to complete the mission!"

Ji Ying narrowed her eyes.

Pang Tian pulled her into his arms. "What do we use on you for biological samples? Blood, or something else? You choose."

Before he could finish speaking, Ji Ying suddenly raised her hand and slammed her elbow hard into Pang Tianjin's heart.

Pang Tian grunted, his fake smile instantly shattering and turning into a ferocious expression.

"You slut!"

He kicked away the hostess kneeling in front of him.

The woman was thrown forward by inertia, her back slamming against the edge of the coffee table. A pool of bright red blood spread beneath her. She didn't even have time to scream before she passed out.

However, in Pang Tian's eyes, this was as casual as kicking a cat or dog to death.

After kicking the woman, he swung his thick arm and slapped Ji Ying across the face.

Ji Ying was slapped to the ground, her vision went black, and her left ear was ringing, making it impossible for her to hear for a moment.

Pang Tian spat on the ground and walked towards her, his face filled with undisguised contempt.

"You bitch, trying to be tough with me? Women are livestock to me, I'd kill you if I wanted!"

Ji Ying couldn't get up for a moment. Just as Pang Tian raised his foot to hit her head, the door to the private room was pushed open, and Liang Yanchuan rushed in from outside.

"Stop!"

Pang Tian paused, taken aback by his sudden appearance.

Liang Yanchuan rushed to Ji Ying, helped her up, and took a few steps back.

"What you're doing, is there no law left?"

His voice trembled with anger, but it clearly lacked any intimidating power.

"How could you come here? Get out of here!" Ji Ying broke free from his hand that was supporting her.

"I just informed Liang Yizhi, but it seems he's already on his way."

“Liang Yizhi?” Pang Tian said as if he had heard a joke. “You guys are too naive. He wouldn’t dare to barge into my private room.”

After saying that, he casually waved his hand at his subordinates, "Drag this eyesore of a piece of trash out and teach him some manners."

The seven or eight men sitting on the sofa immediately walked towards Liang Yanchuan.

"Go quickly, go quickly!"

Ji Ying immediately pushed Liang Yanchuan towards the door.

However, the other party did not give Liang Yanchuan a chance to escape. The moment the door opened, they swarmed him and trapped him between them.

Liang Yanchuan was taken to the back alley of the bar, where one of the men grabbed a steel pipe and swung it at him with a whooshing sound.

"No!" The woman's piercing cry cut through the darkness of the alley.

Lin Meizhen ran over from the alley entrance.

Liang Yanchuan was covered in blood and could no longer speak. He could only keep shaking his head at his mother, begging her not to come any closer.

But Lin Meizhen rushed to her son without hesitation, knelt down and hugged him.

"I've already called the police, you can expect to go to jail."

Several people burst into laughter at her words. "The police won't dare arrest us. You damned woman, do you want to get punished along with your son?"

Lin Meizhen held her son, her eyes shining with unwavering determination.

"I don't believe you maggots can run rampant in this world!"

As soon as she finished speaking, seven or eight men raised their steel pipes again, and Lin Meizhen held her son tightly, refusing to let go...

Inside the private room at this moment.

Pang Tian lost his patience and grabbed a wine bottle, smashing it over Ji Ying's head.

After a muffled thud, Ji Ying felt a sharp pain in her head, and warm blood flowed down her cheeks, even blurring her vision.

Pang Tian grabbed her blood-soaked hair and slammed her onto the sofa, his heavy body pressing down on her.

"My brother became a cripple because of you, and today I'll use a man's method to turn you into a cripple too!"

He grinned maliciously and began to tear at Ji Ying's clothes.

The hostesses were so frightened that they huddled in a corner, none of them daring to go up and help.

Ji Ying was overwhelmed by humiliation and anger. She reached for the coffee table not far away and grabbed a heavy glass ashtray in a haphazard manner.

Without the slightest hesitation, she used all her strength to smash her fist into Pang Tian's temple!

Pang Tian's head was hit to the side, and he was completely stunned.

After a brief period of excruciating pain, he touched something warm and sticky between his fingers, and his expression became even more ferocious.

"You slut, I'll kill you!"

He lost his mind and plopped heavily onto Ji Ying's waist and abdomen.

Sitting down compressed Ji Ying's internal organs, almost causing her to faint on the spot.

Immediately afterwards, Pang Tian stretched out his large, fat hand, stained with blood and the word "wine," and gripped her neck tightly like an iron clamp.

Ji Ying couldn't breathe, struggled desperately, her vision began to blur, and her consciousness gradually faded...