Seeing the two men approach her with ill intentions, Jiang Xue despairingly closed her eyes.
Just then, the warehouse door suddenly erupted with a loud bang!
Afterward, the two iron doors were forcibly blasted open. Accompanied by swirling dust, a tall figure was advancing step by step from the haze.
"Who is it?"
Xiong, who was sitting on a chair, was so frightened that he quickly stood up, squinting to see.
The person did not speak, but his ashen face and the grim murderous aura exuded a spine-chilling feeling.
Xiong's expression instantly turned serious. By intuition, this person was no ordinary individual.
But when Annie saw the man's face, she immediately screamed.
"Xiong, don't be afraid, he's Jiang Chuan, the loser I told you about!"
Upon hearing this, Xiong finally relaxed.
He instinctively wiped the cold sweat from his face, feeling somewhat annoyed.
Thinking to himself, how could he have developed a fear of a mere farmer?
