The group of women huddled closely together.
Shock.
Fear.
Helplessness.
Despair.
They even forgot to scream, staring in stunned bewilderment at the brutal and savage Lan Zhengqing, thinking their lives were about to end here.
Suddenly!
"Lan Shao! Lan Shao!"
An urgent shout pierced through the silence before the death.
Lan Zhengqing frowned and furiously knitted his brow.
He suddenly withdrew the fist hanging mid-air, already about to strike. With just a slight motion, these women, powerless and defenseless, would be instantly obliterated, completely disappearing into the wind and snow, with no one knowing.
However.
The voice coming from behind was quite urgent, as if something major happened, interrupting his course of action.
He turned around, coldly eyeing the guy rushing out from the wind and snow.
"In such a panic, what's going on?" Lan Zhengqing hollered angrily in a low voice, thinking something had happened to Qiu Xi.
