First, then, love.

He Zheng was wearing a plain black windbreaker with the zipper open, revealing a thin black long-sleeved shirt underneath.

He suddenly exerted force from his waist, and his right leg, like a steel whip, swung out with terrifying power capable of splitting mountains and shattering rocks.

The heavy combat boots slammed into the man's ribs.

A chilling thud.

Before the man could even let out a scream, he was kicked away by the terrifying force, like a tattered sandbag.

Both feet left the ground, tracing an arc in mid-air.

It flew three or four meters away and crashed heavily onto that dilapidated Wuling Hongguang van.

The car door was smashed, leaving a huge dent. The car window was instantly covered with spiderweb-like cracks, and then shattered into pieces with a crash.

The man slid down the car door and onto the snow, spitting out a mouthful of blood that stained the white snow in front of him.

He clutched his broken ribs, writhing in pain like a boiled shrimp, his face contorted in terror on the ground.

But He Zheng's movements did not stop at all.

He followed closely, closing in on the man lying on the ground in an instant.

The man endured the excruciating pain, staring at the suddenly appearing demon before him, terrified out of his wits.

His survival instinct made him instinctively swing the folding switchblade in his hand and blindly stab at He Zheng's abdomen.

"Go to hell!" he roared hoarsely.

He Zheng didn't even lift his eyelids.

With a cold, sharp gaze, he parried with his left arm, forcefully using the inside of his forearm to knock away the man's wrist that was holding the knife.

His right hand shot out like lightning, locking the man's wrist joint tightly. His five fingers tightened sharply, twisting and bending it downwards.

The crisp sound of bones breaking was especially clear in the silent, snowy night.

"ah--!"

The man let out an extremely piercing scream, his wrist twisted at an eerie angle.

The switchblade fell onto the ice with a "thud".

He Zheng remained expressionless, then kicked the knife several meters away under the car.

Immediately afterwards, he grabbed the man and flipped him over, face down, pressing him firmly onto the cold snow.

The man's arms were forcibly twisted behind his back, and his joints were locked tightly.

He Zheng knelt down on one knee.

The thigh and knee slammed heavily and mercilessly into the center of the man's spine.

The force was so great that it almost crushed the man's spine.

"move."

He Zheng spoke up.

"Try moving again, you fucking idiot."

He suddenly increased the pressure on his feet.

The sound of bones grinding together under the weight of the man's back could be heard.

"Ah! Don't kill me! Help! It's broken! It's broken!"

Just moments ago, the freak was spewing vulgarities and acting arrogantly. Now, he was like a mangy dog ​​whose vital spot had been stepped on, his face buried in snow and mud, tears streaming down his face, howling and begging for mercy in a frantic manner.

He Zheng ignored his screams.

An uncontrollable rage surged wildly within his chest, clamoring to tear the person before him to shreds.

He gripped the man's severed wrist, his fingers slowly tightening, applying pressure little by little.

"Which hand touched her?"

He Zheng's voice was completely flat, so calm it sent chills down your spine.

"explain."

"No...I didn't touch you...Brother, have mercy...I was wrong...I'll never do it again..." The man was in so much pain he almost fainted, and he begged for mercy incoherently.

"Not going to tell?"

He Zheng sneered.

With a sudden burst of strength, she lifted the man's arms, which were twisted behind his back, upwards.

A dull thud was heard as the shoulder dislocated.

"Agh—!" The man's scream pierced the night sky, so mournful and shrill that it even drowned out the howling wind and snow.

Shu Yao collapsed onto the snow.

She was trembling all over, and tears were still on her face.

She stared blankly at the man not far away.

Watching him deftly dislocate the assailant's arm, watching his knee press against the man's back, watching the chilling murderous aura emanating from him.

That was a He Zheng she had never seen before.

At home, he is rough and unreasonable. He will get angry if she drinks cold water, and he will get jealous over a text message.

But at this moment, he was ruthless, violent, and uncompromising.

At this moment, Shu Yao finally truly understood what kind of "madman who doesn't care about his life" Old Li's wife was talking about.

But oddly enough.

Seeing his violent demeanor, Shu Yao's fear miraculously receded like a receding tide.

he came.

He really came.

Just then, the sound of hurried footsteps and the bright beam of flashlights came from outside the parking lot.

"Who's there! What are you doing! Don't move!"

Several security guards in overcoats, carrying rubber batons and powerful flashlights, came running over, panting.

The sound of the gear lever breaking and the man's agonizing scream finally alerted the security guard who was dozing off in the guardhouse in the distance.

The beam of the flashlight swirled wildly, eventually landing on He Zheng and the man lying on the ground.

"Hands up! Let him go!" the security guard shouted, gripping his rubber baton tightly.

Several art center staff members who hadn't gone far followed behind, and they ran over when they heard the commotion.

He Zheng didn't look up, still firmly pressing down on the man on the ground.

He loosened his left hand and reached into the inside pocket of his jacket.

He pulled out a black ID card and casually tossed it onto the snow beside him.

"City police special forces, this bastard is suspected of attempted kidnapping."

His voice was cold and hard, exuding an unquestionable authority.

"Bring a rope over here, tie him up tightly, and call the police to come and pick him up."

The security guard paused for a moment, then shone his flashlight on the document in the snow. After seeing the national emblem and words on it, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

He quickly put away his baton, pulled out a spare cable tie from his waist, and ran forward.

"Yes, yes, officer, we'll take over. Thank you for your hard work."

He Zheng stood up, leaving the man's back, and let out a long breath.

His chest was still heaving violently.

He turned around, and in that instant, the murderous intent in his eyes vanished completely.

All that remained was an overwhelming sense of anxiety, heartache, and lingering fear.

*

The wind and snow continued to rage.

The car headlights were still on, casting a dim, yellowish glow on the snow.

Shu Yao slumped down a meter away from the car door.

It's too awful.

He Zheng's breath suddenly tightened, and his heart felt as if it were being squeezed tightly by an invisible hand, causing him pain so intense that he could hardly breathe.

Her once clean, cream-colored long down jacket was now covered in snow and mud.

The zipper was violently torn, and the clothes were open, revealing a white turtleneck cashmere sweater underneath.

Her hair lay disheveled on her cheeks.

What made He Zheng's eyes widen in fury was her face.

The left cheek was swollen high, with a clear handprint, which looked shocking against the fair skin. The corner of the mouth was cut, and blood was flowing out, dripping down the chin onto the collar of the snow-white sweater, like a glaring red plum blossom.

She hugged her knees, curled up into a small ball, and trembled violently all over.

He Zheng's eyes instantly turned red, and his eyes were filled with alarming bloodshot veins.

For a fleeting moment, he even had the impulse to turn around, go back, and shoot the beast on the ground who was still howling.

He cherished her dearly, never daring to utter a harsh word to her, and would even meticulously remove the bones from a fish before eating it.

I actually got slapped by that lowlife trash.

He Zheng clenched his teeth, and the muscles along his jawline twitched violently from the force.

He strode up to her and knelt on one knee in the cold snow.

He grabbed the zipper of his windbreaker with both hands, ripped it open, quickly took off his jacket, and wrapped it tightly around Shu Yao, head and all, lying on the ground.

The outer fabric of the windbreaker still carried the chill of the wind and snow that had rushed in, making it icy cold.

But the man's burning body heat remained inside the lining.

There was also a unique hormonal aura that belonged to He Zheng.

This aura, this warmth, instantly enveloped Shu Yao completely.

It dispelled all the coldness and fear around her.

He Zheng tightened his arms around her, pressing her firmly into his hard, burning chest through her thick clothes.

The force was astonishing, as if confirming that she was still alive.

"I am coming."

He spoke in a low voice, which trembled.

Shu Yao was wrapped in his clothes, her face pressed against his chest, listening to his rapid and powerful heartbeat.

The tears that had been held back finally burst forth at this moment.

"He Zheng..."

She opened her mouth, her voice broken and filled with sobs.

She reached her hands out of his clothes and gripped the fabric of his shirt tightly.

"I'm so scared... he'll grab me... he'll hit me..."

She cried like a child who had suffered a great injustice.

"I know, I know."

He Zheng's Adam's apple bobbed violently, and tears welled up in his eyes, but he forced them back.

He raised his hand.

The hand that had just been ruthlessly breaking the criminal's bones was now trembling violently.

He avoided her swollen side of her face and gently touched her cheek.

Gently wipe away the tears that rolled down her cheeks.

Wipe the blood from the corner of her mouth.

His movements were incredibly gentle, as if he were afraid of hurting her in the slightest.

"Don't cry."

He lowered his head, pressed his thin lips against her forehead, and kissed her.

His low, husky voice, amidst the howling wind and snow, was gentle to the core.

"Don't be afraid, your husband is here."