"It’s so late now, if you have any issue, let’s talk about it tomorrow. Even if I’m highly skilled in medicine, I can’t go with you at this hour, sorry for the inconvenience, excuse me."
Lu Xue Zhen started the car, preparing to leave.
Jing Zhimei’s beautiful eyes narrowed, and she took a step back, lifting her lips into a smile.
Lu Xue Zhen heaved a sigh of relief, started the car, and prepared to leave, not understanding why this woman gave her such an uncomfortable feeling.
"Junior Sister, have you arrived too?"
Just as Lu Xue Zhen started the car, the clear and beautiful voice of Jing Zhimei came from beside her.
Lu Xue Zhen looked at Jing Zhimei with a confused expression, "What did you say?"
"Nothing!" Jing Zhimei smiled faintly, the light in her eyes turning dark. Hmph, no matter who you are, how well you play your part, today you are doomed not to return alive. Whether you are Qin Qing or not, she must eliminate you, leaving no room for future troubles.
Jing Zhimei stepped back, watching as Lu Xue Zhen’s car drove away, then her beautiful eyes darkened like ice.
Jing Zhimei tossed her phone onto the car seat, looking at her reflection in the rearview mirror, her features were even more delicate and beautiful than in her previous life, blessed with an enviable background, she was the most capable woman in the world; whoever stood in her way must die.
Jing Zhimei drove off.
Lu Xue Zhen glanced at the rearview mirror; it wasn’t until she couldn’t see that strange woman that her heart somewhat relaxed. What did that woman mean by suddenly calling her Junior Sister?
Lu Xue Zhen thought it over, puzzled, but couldn’t figure it out, so she decided to not dwell on it and quickly head home.
Suddenly, the sound of several cars came from behind, and Lu Xue Zhen looked up and glanced at the rearview mirror outside the car, her expression darkening.
On the deserted road, several black cars suddenly appeared, and these cars split left and right, charging towards her.
Lu Xue Zhen took out her phone to call Zhao Han, "I might be being followed, on Route 103."
"I’ll be there right away, be careful," Zhao Han, who had been in a meeting with Qin Gang and Guo Kui, got up from his seat immediately upon receiving Lu Xue Zhen’s call.
Guo Kui saw that Zhao Han looked troubled and quickly asked, "Brother Han, what’s wrong?"
"Xue Zhen is being followed; there could be trouble. Pingzi, you guys come with me."
Pingzi and the others stood up seriously. Who would dare to follow Lu Xue Zhen? They were begging for death.
Meanwhile, Lu Xue Zhen could clearly feel the cars behind her speeding up. She had no choice but to speed up too. The cars behind her accelerated again and soon caught up with Lu Xue Zhen, trapping her from three sides.
Lu Xue Zhen’s expression drastically changed, certain that these cars were following her. As to why they were tracking her and what their purpose was, she was clueless. Suddenly, the image of that beautiful woman appeared in her mind. Even though the woman was smiling at her all the time, that smile felt malicious. Could it be her? But she had no feud with that woman, why would she follow her? Or perhaps this was not a simple case of someone tracking her.
The three cars were attacking her from all sides, and as Lu Xue Zhen tried to move forward, the two cars on either side crashed into her harshly, jolting the car and turning Lu Xue Zhen’s complexion grim. This situation was clearly not just about someone following her—could these people want her dead?
With no time to think, Lu Xue Zhen’s car was hit hard again. The car on the right retreated, leaving the guardrail beside her, which bordered a swift-flowing river.
The car shook once more—the vehicle on the left was clearly trying to knock her into the river. Lu Xue Zhen held the steering wheel tightly and veered forward.
The three cars behind her crashed viciously into Lu Xue Zhen’s car, her head hitting the steering wheel as blood flowed down, staining her cheek red. At this critical moment, she couldn’t afford to be negligent; her face was tense as she floored the accelerator.
The cars behind her clearly weren’t willing to let her go; one of them swiftly moved in front to block her, the two cars behind rammed her to one side, and a man stuck his head out of the car, taking out a studded hammer to strike Lu Xue Zhen’s car window. The window shattered, and then the man took out a long stick and started beating Lu Xue Zhen.
Lu Xue Zhen’s arm was hit hard by the man, her expression turning cold as she accelerated once again.
At this moment, the white BMW was battered and no longer looked presentable.
There were wounds on Lu Xue Zhen’s forehead and cheeks, blood streaming down, staining her cheeks and her clothes red.
Lu Xue Zhen couldn’t afford to be careless and could only hold on, waiting for Zhao Han’s arrival.
The cars had her blocked; Lu Xue Zhen tried to reverse, but another car blocked her from behind, making it impossible for her to move forward or backward.
Lu Xue Zhen gripped the steering wheel tightly, her heart sinking. She didn’t know if she would be able to wait for Zhao Han today, or if she would be able to survive.
The people in the three cars got out, each holding knives and clubs, their faces revealing cold smirks.
They felt it was an understatement that several men had to make a move on just one woman.
But killing this woman would get them a million, so it was worth it.
It didn’t matter who she was, today she was just unlucky to encounter them.
One of the muscular men, covered in tattoos, holding a knife, walked toward Lu Xue Zhen.
"Little girl, don’t blame us."
The muscular man raised the knife. They did not have time to tease this woman. Although there were rarely cars here, it did not mean that no cars passed by. It was better to make it quick.
Lu Xue Zhen smiled coldly. "Who exactly wants you to kill me? That woman just now?"
The muscular man didn’t speak. In fact, they didn’t even know who it was. But indeed, a woman had found them via phone, paid a deposit of three hundred thousand, and once they killed this woman, she would pay another seven hundred thousand.
Lu Xue Zhen watched as the muscular man swung his knife at her, her expression remaining unchanged.
Five cars charged with great speed toward the three cars at this moment.
The muscular man retracted the knife that had not yet stabbed Lu Xue Zhen and warily watched the oncoming five cars.
"Get in the car, hurry up." The muscular man shouted, and the five or six men behind him quickly got into the cars.
The three cars sped off quickly.
The five cars closed in rapidly, one of them stopping, and Zhao Han got out. The other four cars continued the chase after the three cars.
When Lu Xue Zhen saw Zhao Han, she let out a sigh of relief, her tense expression relaxing, and only then did she feel pain all over her body, with a stabbing pain on her face and forehead, where the blood had already clotted.
Zhao Han’s face looked extremely ugly when he saw Lu Xue Zhen, a flash of distress crossing his eyes.
He quickly opened the car door, held the limp Lu Xue Zhen in his arms, and looked at the blood on her forehead and cheeks, his eyes as cold as a thousand-year-old ice pool.
Lu Xue Zhen leaned into Zhao Han’s arms, looked up at him, and his evident concern caught her off guard. She then avoided his gaze and shook her head.
No sooner had Lu Xue Zhen finished speaking than four cars had already returned. Pingzi and Pan Hu and their group got out, leading two men with them.
"Brother Han, we only caught two of them." The other two cars had driven off too fast. They had only managed to surround one car, but it was enough. With these two caught, would they not be able to catch the others?
Zhao Han let go of Lu Xue Zhen and walked toward the two men, his face dark. "Take them back, wait for Qin Qin to return."
Pingzi and his group nodded, their faces grim. Since someone dared to hurt their own, they had to be prepared to be dealt with.
The two men had wounds on their faces, obviously roughed up by Pingzi and his group during the capture.
"We don’t know anything, don’t catch us."
"Let you go, you brought this upon yourselves." Pan Hu brutally punched one of the men, almost knocking him unconscious.
After Pingzi and his group took the two men away, Zhao Han turned back to look at Lu Xue Zhen on the seat, stepped forward, and bent down to scoop her up in a fireman’s carry.
Lu Xue Zhen, startled, instinctively wrapped her arms around Zhao Han’s neck. "Let me go."