Korean Entertainment's Ruthless Love

Zheng Baishuo walked towards the car parked on the street, "Zhilongxi, the person you are looking for has now been taken to Busan..."

After the two confessed, they were only responsible for handing over the person to Jin Tai, and they didn't know the rest. Jin Tai was a well-known thug under the Busan gang, and Zheng Baishuo had dealt with him before quitting the gang.

Lin Fei, who was kidnapped, fell into the trunk of the car in panic, her hands and feet were bound, and her mouth was blocked by a handkerchief. She opened her eyes, and through the blurred car window, the sky was getting darker, watching the black people in front of the car. Robust men in clothes, their evil aura made Lin Fei shudder, why was she kidnapped inexplicably as soon as she was free.

The sky was dark and night fell. Lin Fei was taken out of the car nervously. It was a deserted and abandoned factory with no people in it. It was so lonely and strange that Lin Fei felt terrified, "What do you think? Where is this?"

A burly man in black pushed Lin Fei towards the factory, and came to an abandoned factory building. A man with a sinister look in the corner of his eyes walked into the factory building.

Looking at the panic-stricken woman, he ordered indifferently: "Do it! Remember to take pictures after you're done. The lady told her to take wonderful photos."

This person is Jin Tai, he didn't look behind, the poor woman struggling violently, trying to escape, walked to the factory...

"Whooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo up..." the woman's sharp cry for help came to an abrupt end.

"Ah!!!!" A more piercing scream came out of the factory, and disappeared into the deserted outskirts...

In the middle of the night, there was no one in the barren and dilapidated factory building, and there was a dead silence. There was a faint smell of venting, which could be seen clearly through the moonlight.

Lin Fei was like a spoiled doll, with her dark and hollow pupils staring blankly at a certain place, her long black hair messily scattered on the dirty floor.

A few strands of hair covered Lin Fei's red and swollen cheeks, and the scattered clothes couldn't cover the various unsightly scars on Lin Fei's fair body.

Her pale fingertips were bloodstained, as if she had scratched the ground in pain.

Shocked by the tragic scene in front of him, Quan Zhilong, who was frozen at the door of the factory building, bitterly said to the people behind him, "You guys go out..." He didn't want others to see Lin Fei like this.

Zheng Baishuo sighed, put the coat in his hand into Quan Zhilong's hand, and with a wave of his hand, they all left.

Quan Zhilong carefully put his coat on Lin Fei who was lying on the ground. She opened her eyes wide and lay dead still on the ground.

At this time, Quan Zhilong's cell phone rang, and in the empty factory building, there was a loud resounding, like a tearing roar, revealing the strangeness of extinction.

He glanced at Lin Fei at this moment, and picked up the phone: "Brother Shengxian, what's the matter?" Lin Fei's dead eyes danced with emotion, Quan Zhilong held the phone tightly, Lin Fei shook his head at him, and silently spit out One sentence: "Don't tell him! Please!"

For a moment, Quan Zhilong burst into tears, for Lin Fei, "Oh, I'm fine at noon, I just want to ask you out for dinner, okay, brother, good night."

I vaguely heard Cui Shengxian reply: Good night!

The phone hangs up and there is a moment of silence...

Lin Fei sat up, tightly pulling the coat she was wearing with her fingers, "Am I dirty..." she said lightly with bitterness and despair.

Let Quan Zhilong hug Lin Fei who was not crying, "No, Lin Fei, no, you are not dirty at all, trust me!"

If he couldn't find comfort, Quan Zhilong kept repeating, not dirty, not dirty, not dirty at all, Lin Fei, not dirty at all...

In the empty and uninhabited outskirts, a man's repeating tones and crying comforting words were faintly heard, and the wind was blowing through, and it was lonely...

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