Unexpectedly, Han Ming, who had had enough time to prepare, launched an attack that required no effort.
The three of them saw a bright beam of light emanating from Han Ming's head. They had barely realized it was a bright light when they lost consciousness, their vision going completely white.
It felt like my brain was filled with dozens of loudspeakers and drums, making my head feel like it was about to split open.
At this moment, let alone acting like a hooligan, even thinking about his own name is too painful for him to remember.
The effect was unexpected; the three thugs just covered their heads and yelled incoherently on the ground.
There was a skinny monkey who didn't know what was going on. After fussing around for a while, he lay there motionless. Could he have been knocked unconscious?
Serves them right, it's better if they're dead. Han Ming wasn't going to bother with them. After he took Liang Qi out, what did it matter to him whether these three lived or died? The less of these troublemakers there were, the better.
Liang Qi, who was sitting on the edge of the bed shivering, seemed to have just noticed the changes in the room.
The three men who had just threatened him fiercely not to shout and tried to grope him were now curled up on the ground.
Looking up at the pitch black expanse, I couldn't understand what had happened.
However, she still saw a person standing at the door of the house, but because of the light coming from outside behind him, she couldn't see the person's face clearly.
Liang Qi didn't know if that person was good or bad, but since he had defeated those three bad guys, he must be a good person.
But why wasn't he saying anything? Terrified, Liang Qi remained huddled in the corner, too afraid to utter a sound.
It's not that Han Ming didn't speak, because he was testing the blast effect at the moment.
Seeing that his glasses had such a good self-protection ability, he was overjoyed and temporarily forgot about Liang Qi standing to the side.
After savoring the moment when he had just displayed his power, Han Ming remembered that Liang Qi was still on the broken iron bed, so he asked:
"Liang Qi, are you alright?"
Whether there was anything wrong or not, Han Ming was actually quite clear-headed. Although the X-ray glasses had activated the strobe mode, there wasn't much energy left.
Fortunately, he wasn't far from Liang Qi, so the radiation's range was limited, and his glasses were still in night vision mode, which allowed Han Ming to see Liang Qi's current appearance.
The girl looked terrified; her face was pale, her hair was disheveled, and she was clutching her clothes tightly with both hands, clearly trembling slightly.
Fortunately, his clothes weren't damaged, and he probably wasn't seriously injured, but he was quite frightened.
Hearing the person at the door speak, Liang Qi's tense nerves relaxed a lot, and the voice sounded somewhat familiar, so she mustered up her courage and asked who it was.
Despite having mustered up the courage, his voice still trembled, which made Han Ming feel a pang of pity.
Seeing her cowering in fear, Han Ming couldn't bear to tease her any longer, so he said:
"Don't call me anyone else, I'm your brother Ming, Han Ming."
Upon hearing the man identify himself as Han Ming, and upon listening to his voice, it was indeed him.
Liang Qi, whose three souls and seven spirits had been half-flying away in fright, immediately reunited with her body. However, the subsequent reaction was a bit violent; she was just sobbing softly, but now she was wailing loudly.
She jumped out of bed and limped over to Han Ming.
The light was brighter at the doorway, and she could see that it was indeed Han Ming. She called out "Brother Ming," then opened her arms and hugged Han Ming tightly, bursting into tears and snot all over him.
Liang Qi's simple cry of "Brother Ming" was filled with a mix of emotions—grievance, fear, pain, and joy—that was truly moving.
Han Ming was a little at a loss. Did all the rescued people react this strongly after he saved them?
He didn't seem to realize that Liang Qi was standing on the edge of a cliff, about to fall, when an acquaintance came and pulled him back.
How could one not be overjoyed to see a glimmer of hope amidst despair?
Moreover, the despair she experienced before was so deeply etched in Liang Qi's memory as a woman.
If those people defiled my body, I wouldn't even have the courage to live anymore.
What about their parents, relatives, and friends? How should they proceed with their lives?
Now that they have been rescued, the joy of escaping from a desperate situation is beyond words; there is nothing more than sobbing and weeping.
Therefore, the Han Ming who is now standing in front of Liang Qi is the incarnation of God.
Moreover, Liang Qi's feelings for Han Ming at this moment were even more devout and fervent than for God, because God was too far away, while Han Ming was very, very close.
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