Drifting Towards You

There was still silence on the other side, and a few seconds later, the phone was suddenly hung up.

Xiang Yi's heart tightened, giving birth to a bad premonition, speeding up his pace and about to leave, but there was a sound of footsteps behind him.

Before he turned around, a heavy iron rod knocked on his head!

The perennial vigilant Xiang Yi subconsciously drew sideways, squeezed the wrist of the visitor with one hand, turned and kicked the visitor.

But the opponent was obviously not very human, moving extremely fast, quickly turned over on the ground, and avoided Xiang Yi's attack.

Only then did Xiang Yi have the opportunity to look at the person. He was wearing a long-sleeved black tight-fitting T-shirt, a pair of camouflage pants on his leg, camel boots on his feet, and a black woolen mask on his face. He couldn't see his face.

Xiang Yi's eyes darkened a little, and the opponent's appearance was clearly dressed as a mercenary.

It's just that Su Xiangwan was just here to make a scene, and what kind of enemies would he offend, so he could invite international mercenaries to take action.

Seeing Xiang Yi avoiding, the visitor drew out a short knife again, his eyes were fierce, and the wind came to Xiang Yi again.

The tricks are fierce and fatal, and at first glance it is a practicing family.

Xiang Yi's expression became more solemn, thinking of Su Xiangwan's phone call just now, guessing that something was wrong with her, and becoming more anxious to solve the man in front of him as soon as possible.

The two played against each other for several rounds, in the empty parking lot.

Xiang Yi also took out a short knife from his short boots, a flash of murder in his eyes.

But at this moment, a mess of footsteps hurriedly arrived, and then a few words of English sounded.

Xiang Yi's gaze fell on the eyes of the man in front of him. He was not panicked when he saw him, and he was obviously not afraid of being discovered.

Immediately, his heart sank, fearing that it was his accomplice who came.

Sure enough, just a few seconds later, two men in black wearing the same masks came, and the three surrounded Xiang Yi.

One of them has light blue eyeballs, even if he wears a mask, he can tell he is a foreigner at a glance.

Several people acted fiercely, and an iron rod in one's hand slammed Xiang Yi down.

Xiang Yi kicked the earliest man away, and stopped an iron rod with his backhand.

But two fists were hard to beat four hands, and the stick in the other person's hand banged heavily on the back of his head.

Xiang Yi snorted, and when his eyes became dark, he felt a thick, fishy liquid overflowing from the back of his head.

The ticking blood fell on the gray concrete floor on the parking lot, and the air was filled with a faint smell of blood.

Shaking his head lightly, Xiang Yiqiang supported his spirits.

He can't have an accident, at least to confirm that Su Xiangwan is safe.

Xiang Yi held a short knife in his hand, pretending to attack one of them.

In fact, he took out his cell phone and tried to dial Mu Beiting's number.

But he is faster, and a few people are faster.

Someone kicked over and tried to kick the phone to the ground.

In order to protect the phone, Xiang Yi rolled around, ignoring the call, and stuffed the phone into the pocket of his trousers.

But the head is different from other places, it can't be controlled with forbearance.

After a few extreme actions, a burst of dizziness hit him, causing him to lose his balance.

After fighting against each other several times, Xiang Yi fainted and fell to the ground.

Several people kicked him a few times, exchanged a few words in English, and then they dragged him out of the garage with his arms.

Leave a trace of processing.

On the way, Xiang Yi gradually woke up, calmly and quickly thinking about ways.