Downtown Wakayama.
Even at two o’clock in the morning, there were still a lot of lights flickering inside the office building of the Commercial Union!
Only after Song Zhilan finished processing the last document of the day did she stop the movement of her hands.
“Little Dream, pour me a cup of coffee over here!”
However, when she finished, she didn’t get any response.
When Song Zhilan looked up, her own a*sistant was already lying on top of the sofa, asleep.
Only when she looked down at the time did she realise that it was already early in the morning.
After shaking her head with a bitter smile, she fetched a blanket to cover her a*sistant and turned on the air conditioning in the office before leaving the office.
After Song Zhilan got into the car, she collapsed into the back seat exhausted.
“Go back to the villa!”
Under the escort of the two bodyguards, the car slowly started.
However, halfway through the journey, the bodyguard in the pa*senger seat noticed something unusual.
“Miss Song, someone is following us!”
Hearing these words, Song Zhilan, who had been sleeping lightly in the back seat, instantly woke up with a start.
Turning her head to look, there were indeed a few more pairs of headlights at the back.
A sense of foreboding instantly surged into her heart!
“Speed up, hurry up and get rid of them.”
After saying that she hurriedly took out her mobile phone, and just as he was about to call Lin Mo, the sedan she sat down in suddenly made several loud noises.
The car instantly went out of control!
“It’s not good, it’s a flat tire!”
The bodyguard shouted in alarm and warned before gripping the steering wheel tightly to death, but the speed of the car was too fast and the sudden burst tyre caused the car to go out of control instantly.
“Miss Song, hold on tight!”
Before the words even hit the ground, the car went straight off the road.
The violent impact caused Song Zhilan to briefly lose consciousness and her ears began to buzz.
By the time she came back to her senses, her face was already covered in blood, and the bright red blood infested her long hair, making her look woefully out of shape.
And a sharp pain was attacking her brain.
As soon as she lowered her head she realised that her left foot was in a ma*s of monstrous contortions and was clearly broken.
As for the two-sided bodyguard in front of her, he had already been pierced through the chest cavity by a tree branch and was dead beyond repair.
Song Zhilan couldn’t think of anything else and could only go and forcefully endure the excruciating pain and fear as she frantically fumbled for the dropped phone.
But at that moment, the men who were after them had already arrived.
Bells was not only the deputy leader of the Dark Night mercenary group, but also the leader of the operation.
After the caravan stopped, he jumped straight away.
With a height of nearly two metres and his iron muscles, his whole body was like a ferocious bear.
He walked up to the scrapped car and yanked the door open.
After his arm was raised and retracted, Song Zhilan, who was struggling desperately inside the car, was easily lifted out by his hair.
“Just this p*ssy is worth 300 million?”
“Our Lord Zat Baiha is very generous!”
Bells finished with a hideous smile and a strong look of playfulness in his eyes.
And his large white teeth were surprisingly faintly reflective in the headlights.
“The little b*tch is still a beauty, tsk tsk!”
At these words, a group of hands behind him immediately also welcomed the banter.
“Boss, how about penetrating her?”
“Yes, this b*tch has such delicate features, what a pity to kill her directly, why don’t we have a good time first?”
“Let’s do it, let’s do it, let’s do it!”
The crowd’s encouraging voices also stirred the craving in Bells’ heart.
Feeling the heat inside his body, he lifted his fingers with the intention of fluctuating Song Zhilan’s hair.
However, the only thing that responded to him at this moment was a mouthful of bloody spit.
“Fie, one of you, coming to our territory to commit murder, even if you escape to the ends of the earth, you will surely die!”
Although Song Zhilan’s appearance at this moment was very wretched, his aura was not weak at all.
For death, he was not afraid, what he was afraid of was someone being sad.
He should be sad for me ……