Chapter 223 You Are Here
Mo Xi secretly cried out in disbelief and turned around to leave.
But the beautiful girl who appeared late at night attracted the attention of those drunkards. They looked at each other and silently quickened their pace.
"Beautiful lady, why are you crying like this?"
"Do you want your brother to comfort you?"
"Don't cry, it hurts me just looking at you."
Mo Xi hadn't run far when her high heels stepped on a stone and her right foot twisted, causing her face to contort in pain.
After slowing down, he was surrounded by four men.
Thinking about her low-battery phone, she sent a message to Song Zhao in her bag.
Song Zhao is her pinned friend, and the two of them have been chatting a lot recently.
She was about to return to the homepage and call the police when a man suddenly grabbed her hand.
"Sister, what are you doing? We have no ill intentions, we just want to have some fun with you. Do you want to drink? There's a bar up ahead, we'll take you there for a drink."
They had just come out of the bar, and when they saw the beautiful girl, they became interested in her again.
Two men were touching her and said, "Sister, you are so beautiful. What do you want to drink later? The brothers will treat you."
"No, let me go."
Mo Xi was a little girl with no strength in her hands, and was carried to the bar by four people.
She twisted her ankle, and every step she took felt like she was walking on the edge of a knife.
She cried in fear, but no one felt sorry for her and the boys only made dirty jokes.
Song Zhao had just come out of the shower and was wiping his hair with a towel. When he picked up his phone and saw the message for help sent by Mo Xi, his eyes darkened.
Mo Xi would never send him such a joking message. Did something happen to her? !
He sent several messages in a row but received no response, and he had a bad feeling in his heart.
Throwing the towel on the bed, he turned on the computer and located the other person.
After seeing the specific location, he drove out on the motorcycle in the garage without hesitation.
Fortunately, he didn't drink much at night and there was not much traffic, so he sped towards the location.
Mo Xi, wait for me!
The last location displayed on the phone was a bar. He parked his black motorcycle at the door, took off his helmet, and rushed in with a cold look on his face.
"No, I don't want to drink."
"Let me go, mmm, let me go."
"Pah, you vomited this good wine that I can't even bear to drink, it's over a hundred dollars a bottle. Damn, you're so shameless!"
As soon as Song Zhao came in, the dim light obstructed his vision, and the familiar voice allowed him to lock onto Mo Xi's location.
Four men and one woman sat in a booth in the corner, the table laden with beer.
A boy held a glass full of wine to the girl's lips and forced her to drink it.
The girl twisted her head desperately to resist, and the wine spilled onto her clothes on her chest.
Her attitude annoyed the boy, and he slapped her hard and forced the wine into her mouth.
The girl was drinking and vomiting at the same time, looking very miserable.
Song Zhao happened to see this scene. With a gloomy face, he approached them step by step and picked up an empty beer bottle on the table.
Standing behind the boy, he swung the bottle at him fiercely.
With a crisp sound, the beer bottle broke.
The boy was stunned for a moment, raised his hand to touch the back of his head, and felt blood on his hand.
"Fuck, are you sick? Did I provoke you?"
The humiliation of being slashed in the head made the boy yell, pointing at Song Zhao and asking his brothers to kill him.
Mo Xi, who was trembling all over, saw Song Zhao coming and couldn't stop crying. He really came!
But seeing Song Zhao being beaten by three men, she was scared. She was afraid that these men would beat him to death.
"Stop fighting, stop fighting, woooo, woooo, Song Zhao, run, run quickly."
She was the one who asked Song Zhao to help, but at this moment she just wanted him to leave.
She saw the bruises on Song Zhao's face. Although he was obviously very thin, he did not retreat at all. He seized the opportunity and fought back fiercely.
His ruthlessness made the four young boys feel uneasy. They always felt that if they continued to fight, they would not end up well.
Hearing the sirens of police cars outside, the four boys fled in panic.
"Woo woo, Song Zhao, how are you?"
Song Zhao was lying on the ground with bloodstains on his body.
His originally handsome face was covered with bruises and purple scars, and looked extremely scary.
Mo Xi was not afraid at all. She endured the pain in her feet, helped Song Zhao up, and sat him on the sofa.
"Hiss, I'm fine. This is all their blood."
Song Zhao paused for a while and said slowly, "Fortunately, you are okay."
He looked at Mo Xi, whose face was a little red from crying, and raised his hand to gently touch the slap mark on her face.
"Does it hurt?"
His touch was so gentle that Mo Xi couldn't help but burst into tears.
"It hurts, it hurts so much. I was so scared just now. I thought I couldn't run away. Wuuuuu, Song Zhao, luckily you came."
He didn't know that when she looked up and saw him, his whole body was glowing and he broke into her heart fiercely.
She suddenly hugged Song Zhao, her whole body shaking with fear.
"Woo woo woo, Song Zhao, Song Zhao."
It seemed that only when she was called by this name would she not be afraid.
Song Zhao raised his hand and gently patted her back, soothing her softly, "It's okay, I'm here."
After calming down, Mo Xi stood up and moved his sprained foot.
Looking at Song Zhao, whose face was covered in wounds, he endured the pain and said, "I want to go home, Xiao Zhao, can you help me get a taxi? My phone is out of battery."
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