The office was dimly lit, and the yellow colour of the light fell on Ye Yunla’s dark eyes, a radiance.
Fu Chuan looked at her clear, cold, brimming eyes and suddenly hooked his lips into a smile.
“Ye Yunla, you’re so smart, how did you get set up by your own sister five years ago?”
Ye Yunla’s scarlet lips were penetratingly harsh.
Being schemed five years ago was because she trusted those two so-called relatives too much, not because she was too stupid.
The moment she was lost in thought, Fu Chuan jerked his hand up and grabbed her wrist.
Ye Yunla’s body was slim and nimble, her steps retreating, and she easily withdrew from Fu Chuan’s control.
The fruit knife in her hand stabbed towards Fu Chuan’s neck without mercy.
Fu Chuan’s eyes narrowed tightly as he was forced to step back.
He said coldly, “I didn’t expect that your kung fu was so powerful.”
He couldn’t even resist.
Ye Yunla hooked her lips and smiled lightly, “If you really touched my daughter, then the fruit knife in my hand would have stabbed into your heart without hesitation. But today, I don’t want to get my hands dirty!”
With that, she leapt forward and slashed her elbow viciously at the back of Fu Chuan’s neck.
Fu Chuan had been guarding against the fruit knife in her hand, and was totally unprepared for her sudden move. He was just cut at the back of his neck, and fell to the ground with a black eye.
“Bang!”
He fell to the ground, bringing up a cloud of dust.
The commotion here reached the ears of the burly man in the warehouse through the intercom.
The burly man with the lighter’s expression instantly changed, he never thought that the boss would be knocked out by a woman.
He could not care less.
Swish!
The lighter lit up with a small cluster of ghostly blue flames.
The two-centimetre thick twine was tinged with sparks and instantly lit up with a light.
Fu Beijue stood a dozen metres away, his hawk-like eyes fiercely tightened.
He lifted his foot to kick the two strong men in black in front of him out of the way and dashed over towards them.
But!
Whose speed could be faster than the speed of fire?
When he was still five or six metres away from that side, the sisal rope was just burnt, and the sacks hanging from the beams of the room fell downwards with a loud bang.
“Don’t-!”
Fu Beijue shouted these words at the top of his voice, and rushed over even more desperately.
He opened his arms and tried to catch the sack that fell from the sky –
He did not want the person in the sack to suffer any harm ……
He would rather it was himself who was tied up in the sack at this moment ……
He would rather he be dropped to his death than for Ye Yunla to be hurt in the slightest ……
But!
He was still one step too late!
He just watched as the sack hit the ground with a thud and the concrete floor made a dull sound.
Then he saw the sack slowly turn wet, scarlet blood continued to seep out from the sack, and much blood spread out on the damp ground ……
“Lara ……”
Fu Beijiu’s voice was trembling.
He walked over step by step, his knees went weak and he fell to his knees on the concrete floor.
He reached out to untie the sack, but it was all covered in blood, and as soon as his hand reached over, he shrank back in fear.
He didn’t dare move.
He was afraid that because he had moved the sack, he would make her injuries worse ……
He had never been afraid of anything in his twenty years of life, but at this moment, he was really afraid.