That evening, someone knocked on the door of Zhang Weifang's house. It was Officer Miao Dong from the Public Security Bureau, who came to give Zhang Weifang the 200 yuan compensation.

"Officer Miao, how were those bad guys sentenced?"

Hearing Zhang Weifang's question, Miao Dong felt embarrassed and a bit ashamed:

"Comrade Zhang, I'm sorry, Jia Dabao has been released. His uncle, Jia Wen, has just been promoted to deputy director of the G Committee. Our Captain Jiang can't withstand the pressure from above."

When Zhang Weifang heard this, she knew that the matter was serious. There might be follow-up to this matter, and her danger had increased.

"What about the others?" Zhang Weifang asked again.

"The rest of the people will all be locked up for three months." Miao Dong finally felt a little comforted, thinking that their work was not in vain.

"Okay, I understand. Thank you."

After Miao Dong left, Zhang Weifang's face changed to an expression that kept strangers away. She found that her life became more and more exciting after the divorce.

There are too many villains around her, and she has to fight wits and courage every day. Zhang Weifang is forced into a helpless situation, and now she is becoming more and more courageous.

"No, it seems that we have to defeat Jia Wen, otherwise there will be endless troubles." Zhang Weifang thought hatefully in his heart.

Over there, Jia Dabao, who had just walked out of the Public Security Bureau, was also furious. He stared at the door of the Public Security Bureau and swore in his heart:

"Those stinking police officers, I will never let you go!"

Jia Dabao's grandparents were waiting for him on the roadside. When they saw Jia Dabao coming out, they burst into tears:

"Oh, my dear, you've suffered a lot these past few days."

"Yes, our Dabao can't suffer in vain, we must let Jia Wen avenge himself."

The two old men surrounded Jia Dabao and got him into a Shanghai brand car. People around him stayed away from the car because they knew the people inside were not to be messed with.

Jia Wen was also in the car, but he didn't get out because it was inconvenient for him to show up.

"Dabao, you should keep a low profile when you go back. Something happened to Qi Tian in Dianli Lane. Don't mess with that woman anymore. Let me find out her background first."

Jia Dabao lowered his eyes to hide the viciousness in them, and said:

"I understand, Second Uncle."

In fact, Jia Dabao was always unwilling to give up. When he was in the detention center, he thought that as long as he could get out, he would kill that bitch first.

In the next few days, Jia Dabao pretended to be recuperating at home, but in fact he had someone follow Zhang Weifang every day to investigate her whereabouts first.

Zhang Weifang knew someone was following her on the first day, and the Yue Lao system gave her a warning at the critical moment:

"Host, someone is following you, you have to be careful."

"Okay, I understand." Zhang Weifang secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and at the same time couldn't help feeling a little lucky.

Thanks to the existence of this mysterious system, otherwise, in such a dangerous situation just now, she would probably not be able to escape unscathed without any harm.

This system that suddenly appeared seemed to become a talisman in her life, giving her the courage to fight.

In order to deal with emergencies, Zhang Weifang bought a folding space so that he could hide in it to save his life in critical moments.

Zhang Weifang also equipped Hu Zi with a space. Although there was always someone beside Hu Zi, she knew that things in the world were unpredictable and dangers were lurking everywhere.

Therefore, Zhang Weifang was unwilling to take it lightly or rely on any luck. After all, even the slightest negligence could lead to irreversible consequences.

Therefore, no matter when and where, she must ensure Hu Zi's safety and make sure that nothing goes wrong. Only in this way can she do other things with peace of mind.

That night, after Hu Zi fell asleep, Zhang Weifang deliberately went out for a walk. The people who were following her immediately caught up with her and followed her closely.

When they reached a corner, the two men started fighting at the same time. The man reached out to grab Zhang Weifang's shoulder, and Zhang Weifang turned around and chopped him down with a knife.

Suddenly, the man screamed: "Ah!" His voice was full of astonishment and pain.

Only then did he realize that his arm was injured, but he did not stop. Instead, he gritted his teeth, endured the pain, and continued to move forward to catch up with Zhang Weifang.

Blood oozed from the wound, staining his sleeve red, but the man seemed to completely ignore the injury.

His eyes were firm and resolute, as if he had only one goal in mind - to catch Zhang Weifang. Every step was painful, but he did not flinch, and he approached his goal step by step.

Zhang Weifang was a little timid. She didn't want to kill anyone, nor did she dare to kill anyone, so she could only run forward with all her strength.

Unfortunately, the road soon came to an end. Zhang Weifang was exhausted and sweating profusely, and the man behind her was holding on to her like a wolf.

Zhang Weifang's eyes became firm and cold, without the slightest hesitation or retreat.

She gripped the huge and sharp machete tightly, as if she had become one with it. Then, she used all her strength to lift the machete up and chopped it down fiercely at the man in front of her.

This attack contained endless anger and determination, and carried the momentum of burning the boats and crossing the river.

The man had never expected Weifang to be so ferocious. He tried to dodge in fear, but it was too late. The machete cut through the air like lightning and landed accurately on the man with a dull sound.

The man screamed in pain, blood gushing everywhere. He covered the injured part and staggered back a few steps, his face full of astonishment and fear.

However, Weifang did not give him a chance to breathe. She swung the knife again, her movements were quick, sharp and merciless.

This knife was more powerful than before, as if it wanted to pour all the hatred into it. The man could not resist such an attack at all. After being hit again, he fell to the ground, his body trembling, and he lost the ability to resist.

Seeing the man fall down, Zhang Weifang's hands kept shaking. She didn't know whether the man was dead or not, and she didn't dare to check.

Just then, a beam of flashlight shone over, and he saw the people on the ground and Zhang Weifang.

Zhang Weifang was so frightened that he raised the knife in his hand again. The man sneered and said to Zhang Weifang:

"Go find it and leave the rest to me. But remember, you owe me a favor."

"Okay, thank you." Zhang Weifang now recognized that this man was his neighbor.

She didn't know how much he had seen, but she was still very happy that someone was willing to clean up the mess.

This night was tense and exciting. Zhang Weifang was too frightened to sleep. As soon as she closed her eyes, she saw blood. She had no choice but to ask the system to chat with her:

"Qiqi, my life is getting more and more exciting. Do you have any techniques or anything like that?"

"Sorry host, no."

"Is there a protective shield? Something that can keep me from getting hurt?"

“No.”

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