Chapter 577 Master Zhan Attacks, Interpreting the Aesthetics of Violence!

"No, no, Sang Zhirou, you can't do this!"

Sang Xia's face finally became nervous. She struggled faintly and shook the chair, trying to avoid it, and her lips turned white.

"Are you scared?" Sang Zhirou's lips curled up with a touch of sarcasm and a touch of indescribable excitement.

As she spoke, she came closer to Sang Xia's ear and whispered softly, "What does it matter now, huh? I will not only give you the taste of drugs, but also let you taste... more men's tastes." The taste is just a tsk, but it’s a pity that the child in my belly is probably less than two months old..."

Sangxia clenched her hands tightly and took a deep breath. Now she could only try her best to delay time.

"You won't take advantage of the opportunity. Rong Zhan will be here soon, and he won't let you go!" Sang Xia said, suddenly raising his head and staring at her, grinding his teeth slightly, "If you dare to attack my child, Sang Zhirou, I promise I will make you die miserably!!!"

The smile on Sang Zhirou's face gradually disappeared. She stared at Sang Xia and took two steps back. "Then give it a try. It's a pity that your man couldn't catch up -"

As soon as I said this, what a coincidence, the sound of a heavy motorcycle suddenly sounded outside, like an arrogant and arrogant beast roaring!

Sang Xia's eyes widened suddenly, and Sang Zhirou's brows furrowed for a moment, but they soon relaxed and smiled coldly, "It seems like she's already here?! Okay, very good, I just have to settle accounts with that stinky ruffian." Do the math!”

Isn't that a very arrogant and proud man? ?

A hint of scheming and viciousness flashed in Sang Zhirou's eyes.

She must make them pay for everything they have suffered!

It hadn't been long since Sang Xia was captured. The effects of the medicine wore off quickly and she woke up early.

And now outside.

A heavy motorcycle stopped.

However, Rong Zhan did not come directly over after getting off the car. Instead, he saw an iron rod in the corner outside the exhausting parking lot!

Without saying a word, he stepped forward and picked it up. When he walked toward them, Rong Zhan moved his neck, holding a stick in his hand, and there was a dark storm lingering in his narrow phoenix eyes.

He pursed his lips tightly, like a Shura from hell in the dark night.

Cold and terrifying.

There was a terrible aura permeating the whole body.

After several people watching outside saw Rong Zhan's appearance, they remembered the instruction inside not to use guns. They looked at each other unconsciously, and then dropped their machine guns one after another. Seven or eight of them also picked up the guy and shouted. , rushed over.

Rong Zhan was already furious. He rushed up and kicked a person in the abdomen, knocking him away. Then he picked up a stick and hit the person in front of him so hard on the head that he almost opened the flower. He was so strong. Terrifying, the impact of his movements is fierce and fierce, his methods are clean and neat, his fighting posture is full of violent aesthetics, every move is bloody and cruel, but it makes people feel so comfortable to watch.

Within a few minutes, the people outside were lying on the ground with missing arms and legs, howling miserably.

Rong Zhan was really angry this time. These people were just a part of the group now. The organization in the Middle East dared to deal with his woman. That was seeking death! He won't let anyone go!

When Sang Xia saw Rong Zhan's figure appearing in her sight, her face was not that good-looking. It was pale. She just looked at him with disheveled clothes and narrow red eyes. She couldn't help but feel a sour taste in her nose. .

This time.

It was she who was dragging him down.

It was also this time that Sang Xia became deeply aware of one thing. If she wanted to go back safely, she would have to make some changes!

You can't help him with anything, but you can't become a burden to him either!