Chapter 97 Shen Que, why... did you come just now...

Meng Zhiyi was the only one left in the room on the second floor. She took the opportunity to get out of bed and move around. She found that although she felt fine while lying down, when she got up, she was in so much pain all over her body that she could hardly stand.

"call……"

She let out a long breath, and held onto the wall for a while to adjust herself, before she was able to move a few steps with some difficulty.

Every time Meng Zhiyi took a step, he felt a pain in the ribs on the side of his waist.

Even though it was only a few meters to the window, she had difficulty walking.

When she came to the window and wanted to see what was outside, she saw the Middle Eastern man hurriedly getting into the car.

The moment he closed the car door, the man seemed to realize something and looked up at her.

Then, Meng Zhiyi saw him and his men making a gesture to silence each other.

Seeing this, Meng Zhiyi's eyes suddenly darkened.

It seems that they discovered that she was not the person they were looking for.

I had hoped to get some useful clues, but now I had to think of a way to save my life.

Meng Zhiyi quickly glanced at the height of her position from the building below. If she hadn't been in a car accident, if she jumped directly from here, she would still have some confidence that she could escape.

But now it's too difficult to move, and jumping down would undoubtedly mean death.

At this time, the sound of footsteps coming up the stairs behind him was getting closer. Meng Zhiyi gritted his teeth, endured the discomfort in his body, and quickly found a wooden stick in the room.

She returned to the bed and sat down, hiding the stick to one side, waiting for someone to come and kill her.

Soon, the door was pushed open.

The person who came was the black bodyguard I had just met, and there were some younger brothers guarding outside behind him.

Meng Zhiyi's heart sank, and he began to calculate his chances of defeating the big guy in front of him.

After the black bodyguard came in, the look he gave Meng Zhiyi was as cold as ice that had been frozen for thousands of years.

He closed the door with his backhand and walked straight towards Meng Zhiyi.

"I'm sorry Miss, the gentleman wants to kill you. I promise to make your pain less."

The black man's Chinese was not very good, but Meng Zhiyi still understood him despite his accent.

She chuckled and didn't show any fear: "You're being quite gentlemanly. Should I thank you?"

The black man seemed to understand what was said, but he nodded in agreement: "I have been taught to respect women since I was a child."

Meng Zhiyi curled his lips and said, "Tsk, I complimented you and you're out of breath."

"Miss, my time is limited. I hope you can cooperate."

After the black man finished speaking, he took out a rope from somewhere and walked over with an expressionless face.

A dark light flashed across Meng Zhiyi's eyes, and the hand holding the wooden stick kept tightening.

When the black man approached her, she unexpectedly hit him on the head with a club.

The wooden stick hit the head with a dull sound, and the black man was stunned for a moment. He obviously didn't expect that the delicate-looking woman in front of him would dare to attack him.

Meng Zhiyi took advantage of the moment when he was dazed and turned over to roll over from the bed.

But the black man reacted quickly, stepped forward, grabbed her ankle, and pulled her back with force.

Meng Zhiyi reacted very quickly and kicked the man's vulnerable spot with his other foot.

"Uh-huh——" The black man was caught off guard and let out a cry of pain, but he still did not let go of the hand that was holding Meng Zhiyi's ankle.

Meng Zhiyi's behavior seemed to have angered him, and his already dark skin became visibly darker.

"Fuck!" He cursed angrily, exerted force with his hands, picked up Meng Zhiyi and threw him out.

Meng Zhiyi fell flat on a stool in the corner, and his already bruised body became even more injured.

She gasped heavily in pain several times, and under the attack of wave after wave of pain, the fighting spirit that had been dormant in her heart for a long time was completely aroused.

She picked up a broken stool leg on the ground, her eyes filled with darkness.

Then she got up from the ground, a bloodthirsty smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and she looked at the black man who was touching the bag on her forehead not far away.

"Now, even the rule of law can't save you."

Having said that, Meng Zhiyi rushed forward swiftly.

The black man had a look of contempt on his face and didn't take her seriously at all.

But the next second, the expression on the black man's face became solemn.

The broken wooden stick in Meng Zhiyi's hand stabbed into the black man's thigh, causing him to scream in pain.

He pulled back a little, and said with surprise and reluctance in his eyes: "You know Chinese Kung Fu?"

"You will die in my hands." After saying that, Meng Zhiyi took a running start and used the momentum to kick the black man in the chest.

"Ah!" Her ankle was grabbed again. The black man roared angrily and tried to throw her to the ground again.

But Meng Zhiyi seized the opportunity, turned around and climbed directly onto the black man's shoulders, strangling his throat with both hands.

The black man was like an angry leopard at this moment, spinning on the spot trying to throw Meng Zhiyi off his body.

Meng Zhiyi gritted his teeth, his forehead was covered with cold sweat and his face was frighteningly pale.

She knew very well that she had very little strength left, and if she wanted to survive, she had to get rid of the black man as quickly as possible.

So she took the opportunity to grab the old-fashioned fan on the ceiling to make herself airborne, then adjusted her posture with the help of the rotation of the fan, and kicked the black man's chin again.

The black man was kicked and took several steps back.

Meng Zhiyi looked at the window behind him, murderous intent flashed in his eyes. After landing, he picked up the broken stick on the ground again, used all his strength to stab it into the black man's chest, and then pushed him towards the window.

“Blah——”

The sound of breaking glass attracted the attention of the bodyguards downstairs.

Immediately afterwards, the black man was seen falling headfirst from the second floor.

This movement also attracted the attention of the younger brother outside the door. He realized something was wrong and broke into the room, only to see that it was a mess.

At the same time, a dozen cars were speeding towards this side in the distance.

The leading black car was driven by Shen Kuo. From a distance, he saw someone falling from the second floor.

He was anxious and stepped on the accelerator to increase the speed to the maximum.

When the people who rushed into the house from upstairs realized that Meng Zhiyi had actually dealt with their boss, they were shocked and immediately took action to get rid of her.

The bodyguard who was about to rush into the house downstairs also noticed someone approaching, so he had to stay downstairs and prepare for defense.

Meng Zhiyi was still holding the bloody stick in her hand, and a few drops of blood had splashed on her fair face, making her look particularly charming and weird.

Looking at the seven or eight younger brothers rushing in, Meng Zhiyi's eyes were filled with murderous intent.

Even though her physical strength had reached its limit at this moment, her desire to live was even stronger.

"Quick and decisive, get rid of her first."

I don't know who said it, but seven or eight people immediately rushed towards Meng Zhiyi.

A new round of fighting began, and Meng Zhiyi, relying on his unyielding will, stimulated all the limits in his body.

When Shen Que arrived, the fight in the house had already reached a fever pitch.

Meng Zhiyi used only the half stick in his hand to carve out a bloody path for himself.

"I mean it."

Shen Que cried out in surprise and rushed forward to grab the man who was trying to launch a sneak attack.

There was a cold and fierce light in his eyes, and he grabbed the man's head and smashed it against the wall.

Meng Zhiyi had gone mad with murderous intent. As soon as Shen Que approached, she subconsciously regarded him as an enemy.

"Meng Zhiyi, it's me." Shen Que quickly grabbed the bloody stick and looked at her with distressed eyes.

Meng Zhiyi looked at the familiar face in front of him, and his rationality gradually returned.

"Shen Que..." Meng Zhiyi's voice was very weak: "Why... did you come just now..."

As soon as she finished speaking, she collapsed towards him in exhaustion.

Shen Que hugged her and saw her pale face, her sweat-soaked hair sticking to her cheeks, and her jaw and body were covered in blood.

At this moment, his heart suddenly ached, waves after waves, like a tsunami, almost drowning him.

It was also at this moment that he finally realized that he had fallen in love with her without realizing it.

"Young Master."

The people who came with Shen Que dealt with the other brothers downstairs and outside and then rushed over.

Shen Que held Meng Zhiyi carefully and looked at the people who were unable to move on the ground with a cold gaze.

"Hand them over to the police."

After saying that, he quickly went downstairs holding Meng Zhiyi.

"Hand them over to the police... let me... chop them off... chop them off!" Meng Zhiyi's eyelids were heavy and he said this in a daze.

Shen Que slowed down his pace, lowered his head and kissed her lightly on the top of her head, and said softly, "Don't worry, I won't let you be bullied in vain."