Her body was soft and cold, and her breathing was so faint that it was almost imperceptible.

There were obvious bruises on the back of his neck, his cheeks were covered in dust and a trace of blood, and his wrists were a bloody mess, which made his heart clench with spasms.

When he pulled her into his arms, besides feeling her coldness and weakness, he also keenly detected a very faint medicinal scent.

Unlike her usual elegant aura, this smell was like anesthetic?

His gaze swept instantly over Scarface Qiang, who was slumped to the side, his consciousness blurred.

She was actually driven to such a point!

An overwhelming killing intent condensed around him as if it were a tangible substance.

Lu Qianhan suddenly raised her head, her rationality snapping completely.

He gently put Zixi down and wrapped her tightly in his expensive coat.

Then he turned around.

He even used the most primitive and savage method, punching Scarface Qiang again and again, hard on his body and face.

The dull sound of bones shattering rang out, accompanied by a spray of blood and gore.

At this point, Scarface Qiang had already fallen into a deep coma due to the anesthesia and his severe injuries, and could not feel any pain.

But Lu Qianhan seemed to have lost all senses, and was just instinctively venting his rage.

Each punch contained terrifying power, as if it wanted to smash the filthy body in front of it into a pulp.

After dealing with the remaining enemies outside, the bodyguard captain rushed in and was met with a scene that sent chills down his spine.

He had never seen the young master so out of control, like a completely crazed beast.

"Young Master! The fire is spreading, this place is about to explode! We must leave immediately!"

The captain had no choice but to step forward and, risking being blamed, urgently remind him.

Lu Qianhan's punch suddenly stopped in mid-air.

He was breathing heavily, and the frenzied bloodlust in his scarlet eyes slowly faded, restoring a little clarity.

He glanced at Scarface Qiang, who was lying on the ground, barely recognizable as a human and whose fate was unknown, then suddenly turned back to look at Zi Xi, who was lying quietly to the side.

He took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the surging violence in his chest, and ignored the pile of rotten flesh as he quickly returned to Zi Xi's side.

He carefully lifted her up in his arms again, his movements so gentle that they were a stark contrast to his earlier brutality.

At this moment, the fire outside the warehouse had spread inside with the help of the waste oil, and the flames illuminated the entire space as if it were daytime.

Lu Qianhan carried Zixi and quickly ran out of the cubicle.

His face and hands were stained with mottled blood, it was hard to tell whether it was from the enemy or his own.

Wherever it went, whether it was the bodyguards standing at attention or the few surviving kidnappers kneeling and trembling, they were all overwhelmed by this palpable aura of menace and could not lift their heads.

No one dared to meet his gaze, and no one dared to stop him in the slightest.

Amidst the jolting and rising temperature in her arms, Zi Xi's eyelashes trembled slightly as she laboriously lifted her heavy eyelids.

The first thing that catches the eye is the man's taut jawline and the several dark red streaks of blood on his cheeks that have already partially congealed.

"...Are you injured?"

The pain and exhaustion made Zi Xi almost unable to make a sound, but she still used her last bit of strength to move her lips and make a barely audible breath.