Kill crazy! The real daughter rushed to rectify the rich family!

The battlefield became increasingly bloody.

One after another, people tried to break into the coffee shop, but were torn out again.

Mrs. Qin, who had already returned to the car, looked extremely unhappy: "How could she, a shabby shop owner with no background, find such a group of elite bodyguards?"

Snowflakes fluttered and floated on the transparent glass.

After passing the lights, we sank into the endless darkness again.

Ye Kong sat under the warm desk lamp, looking up at the dark night sky with only snowflakes flying.

She listened attentively to the chaotic and confusing sounds, like two groups of wild beasts fighting madly, and then caught the sound of leather shoes hitting the ground.

The girl tapped the table with her fingers and suddenly murmured, "The snow is piling up."

·

The soles of leather shoes stepped on the ground covered with a thin layer of snow.

Secretary Fei was about to go around to the back seat to open the door, but was suddenly attracted by the movement in the distance and looked up.

At the same time, the back seat window was lowered, revealing Wen Can's pale face.

He also looked in that direction and frowned slightly: "What's going on?"

"Should we park the car closer? But Miss Ye has been under surveillance recently, I'm afraid..."

Wen Can’s brows never relaxed.

After a moment, he put on a mask, hat and glasses, pulled the brim of his hat very low, opened the car door and got out.

"Just stay nearby."

·

He walked along a familiar path, and just as the house came into view, a stick flew towards him.

Wen Can tilted his head and dodged, then turned back around and saw the melee in front of him that looked like a scene from a movie.

Thinking of Ye Kong, his face changed and he immediately went to look for the direction of the coffee shop door.

After staring at it for more than ten seconds, he finally felt relieved.

He had already listened carefully to how Ye Kong went to the Wen family today in a grand manner and with a group of bodyguards to lead the way.

Although I don’t know where she found such a group of well-trained elites, as long as they can protect myself, it’s fine.

boom--

A big man was beaten in front of him, and Wen Can grabbed the collar and pulled him up to take a look.

He wears a suit and a crew cut, and the first thing he says is "Fuck your mother".

Wen Can punched down without hesitation.

With blood gushing out of his nose, he punched the man a few more times without changing his expression. He did not throw the man to the ground until he was unconscious and continued walking forward.

In this way, a third party, unknown to anyone, joined the melee.

He distinguishes friend from foe by their hairstyle and clothes. Those with buzz cut and suits are enemies, and he will attack them when he meets them. Those with free hairstyle and mostly jackets are friendly forces, and he will help them when he meets them.

Dodging and attacking all the way, he approached the open door of the coffee shop in the dim darkness where he couldn't even see people's faces. The door was closed but no one could get close to it.

boom--

Just as he was about to step onto the stairs, a friendly soldier was suddenly slammed hard by two or three enemy soldiers against a remaining floor-to-ceiling glass.

Wen Can paused.

The friendly soldier in front of him had been pinned down and punched several times in the face.

Thinking that he had no strength left, the man with a crew cut loosened his collar and was about to walk inside.

Mrs. Qin's order was only to bring the owner of this store out.

A task that should have been simple...

He had only taken two steps when someone suddenly patted his shoulder.

The man turned around and was hit by an unexpected but clean punch along with the sound of wind.

He turned his head to avoid it in time, but lost his balance and fell to the ground. When he looked up, he found that there was a tall, long-legged man in black behind him.

The man shook his hands, which were covered in blood, and said in a cold voice under the mask: "It was quite fast."

The sound was like a guitar string soaked in ice water being plucked in the night. It was pleasant to the ear, but it made him break out in a cold sweat.

His body quickly stood up on its own before his brain could react, and he raised his arms in a hurry to barely block the man's side kick, but the force was so great that he almost flew out.

——If this kick had hit him directly on the neck, he would have been either killed or crippled on the spot.

The guy with the crew cut staggered a few times and had to leave the coffee shop, falling down the stairs again.

When I looked up again, the man in black was blocking the door. He raised his hand to block the fist swung by the other man with a crew cut, then twisted his hand and pushed the man down the stairs.

The three men with short hair who were originally beating up the bodyguard now gathered at the bottom of the stairs.

The bodyguard who had been beaten a lot and had beaten a lot of people stood up and approached him with a cough, patted his shoulder and said, "Good job, buddy. I'll give you half of the bonus."

Wen Can: ...

"You are so skilled, why didn't I know you before? Aren't you too low-key?"

Wen Can: ...

The hard soles of the shoes trudged through the thin snow and rushed towards them in the splashing mud and water.

Wen Can stood in front of the broken glass door with his face covered and wearing a hat, when he suddenly heard the sound of his long-silent heart beating.

It was as if a raging fire had ignited within him, gradually burning away the gloom and darkness he had seen in front of his mother's grave tonight, and the cold anxiety and self-questioning that had accumulated along the way...

His breathing, the blood flowing in his veins, and even his brain and heart suddenly felt extremely comfortable.

Ye Kong is upstairs.

——This was the only thought left in his mind.

——So none of these people can get in.

Master Wen hid his face and suddenly transformed into one of Ye Kong's bodyguards in the dark night of heavy snow. In the chaotic and busy battle, he did not realize that this was the first time he felt such pure and happy emotions since his mother's death.

——Because he wanted to protect someone, because he was able to protect someone, so even if his hands were covered in blood, even if he got punched in the face and body from time to time, he still felt happy.

Supreme, incomparable happiness.

·

rustling...

The brush leaves sounds and marks on the paper.

It gradually became quiet outside the window.

During this time, Ye Kong did not look up again, but was thinking about how to give these bodyguards more money.

The night gradually became silent, and it seemed as if she was the only one left in the dark world.

But Ye Kong was accustomed to this situation.

Until footsteps sounded on the wooden floor - someone went up to the second floor.

The rustling sound suddenly stopped.

The huge space fell into complete silence.

Ye Kong raised his head slowly in front of the window.

Under the street lights outside the window, the bodyguards brought by the woman were supporting each other and staggering into the car and leaving. It was obvious that they returned empty-handed.

So, who is the person behind her?

Footsteps were approaching.

Ye Kong looked at the blurry figure reflected in the glass - it was a very tall man, dressed in black, wearing a mask and a hat.

She put down her paintbrush little by little, reached her hand into the gap between the drawing papers piled up beside her, and slowly and silently grasped the handle of the dagger.

Downstairs, the bruised bodyguard lay down on the sofa, groaning, and then suddenly turned to look at his brothers: "No, is there anyone among us who wears glasses?"