After Miss Shen became beautiful alone, her five brothers cried and begged for forgiveness

boom--!

The door of the box was kicked open, sending wood chips flying everywhere.

A man was standing in the backlight at the door.

He was wearing a black windbreaker, and before he even walked in, a chill rushed in, making it hard to breathe.

The light was too dim to see his face clearly. Only his eyes were as cold as knives, filled with undisguised murderous intent.

In the box, several strong men who were about to pounce on Shen Suihuan all froze in their tracks.

Zhao Sihai's face darkened, and he suddenly stood up and cursed, "Who the hell is this! How dare you kick my door!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the man walked out from the shadows.

The moment the light illuminated his face, Zhao Sihai's shouting and cursing were cut off abruptly as if someone had strangled him.

The ferocity on his face froze in an instant, and then was replaced by an extreme fear.

His pupils shrank to the size of a needle tip out of fear.

His mouth opened wide, but no sound came out.

The whole person was frozen in place as if under a spell.

"Mr. Jiang...Mr. Jiang?"

Zhao Sihai's voice was trembling so much that it was almost squeezed out from between his teeth.

He never dreamed that the legendary underground emperor of Jiangcheng, who was elusive, would come to his small Golden Touch Shop in person!

Jiang Zhou didn't look at him.

His cold gaze passed over everyone and fell precisely on Shen Suihuan who was surrounded in the middle.

When he saw that she was safe and sound, the rage in his eyes subsided a little.

But what replaced it was a deeper, heavier, heart-pounding coldness.

He walked over step by step.

The strong men blocking his way seemed to be forced back by an invisible aura without him even saying a word. Their faces turned pale and they involuntarily separated to make way.

The entire box was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

All that could be heard was Jiang Zhou's steady and powerful footsteps and Zhao Sihai's heavy breathing.

Jiang Zhou walked up to Shen Suihuan and stopped.

He didn't say anything, but just reached out and gently brushed away the dust on her shoulders.

The movement was incredibly gentle.

It formed a sharp contrast with the destructive aura he exuded.

Shen Suihuan raised his head and looked at him.

She knew he was angry.

Moreover, he was extremely angry.

"Brother..." she called softly.

Jiang Zhou's gaze finally shifted away from her and fell on Zhao Sihai, who was almost collapsing on the ground.

"You just said you wanted to let her experience your rules?"

His voice was very soft and gentle, and no emotion could be detected.

But Zhao Sihai felt as if a basin of ice water had been poured over him from head to toe, and all the blood in his body had frozen.

"Pfft!"

He could no longer hold on, his legs went limp, and he knelt directly on the ground!

"Mr. Jiang! It's a misunderstanding! It's all a misunderstanding!" He burst into tears and kowtowed desperately, "I didn't recognize Mount Tai! I didn't know Miss Shen was yours! I deserve to die! I deserve to die!"

He is now regretting his decision to the core.

How could he be so obsessed with the idea of ​​stealing Shen Suihuan's money!

He thought Shen Suihuan was just the niece of the Si family, but he didn't expect that the real big man behind her was Jiang Zhou!

It’s Jiang Zhou, a man that no one in the entire Jiangcheng dares to mess with!

Jiang Zhou looked at him without a trace of emotion in his eyes, as if he was looking at a dead object.

"Money." He opened his thin lips and uttered a word.

"Here! Here!" Zhao Sihai crawled to the safe and entered the password in a panic. He was so scared that he made several mistakes.

Finally, he opened the safe and took out a heavy box.

"Mr. Jiang! Here's the money! Not a penny less!" He pushed the box in front of Jiang Zhou and pointed outside the door. "People...people are also locked up down there! I'll have them released right away!"

Jiang Zhou's gaze swept across the box, then fell back on Zhao Sihai's face.

"My rules, do you understand?"

Zhao Sihai trembled all over and his face turned pale.

He knew Jiang Zhou's rules.

Anyone who touches him will end up with only one word.

dead.

"Mr. Jiang... spare me..." He collapsed on the ground, and even his voice of begging for mercy became weak.

Jiang Zhou no longer looked at him.

He took off his windbreaker and draped it over Shen Suihuan, completely covering her small body.

Then he bent down and picked her up sideways.

From beginning to end, he didn't say another word.

But the invisible sense of oppression emanating from him has already sentenced everyone here to death.

He hugged Shen Suihuan, turned around and walked out the door.

Ali and another bodyguard followed immediately.

When they reached the door, Jiang Zhou paused.

He didn't look back, but just said something lightly to Ali who was following behind him.

"Take care of it."

"Yes, sir."

In the box, when Zhao Sihai heard these four words, his eyes went dark and he fainted completely.

……

The black Rolls-Royce was driving smoothly in the night.

The atmosphere in the carriage was extremely depressing.

Shen Suihuan was held in Jiang Zhou's arms, unable to move.

He still had a hint of travel-weary chill and a faint smell of tobacco on him.

It smells nice, but also oppressive.

She could clearly hear his steady and powerful heartbeat, and could also feel that in his chest, there was a volcano that was about to erupt.

She knew that she had really messed up this time.

She thought she could control everything, but she forgot that in this world, there are always uncontrollable accidents.

If Jiang Zhou hadn't arrived in time today...

She didn't dare to think about it anymore.

"Brother..." She tried to break the suffocating silence.

Jiang Zhou acted as if he didn't hear anything and remained silent.

He just held her tightly, as if he wanted to rub her into his bones and blood.

The car sped all the way and finally stopped in front of a private villa by the river.

Jiang Zhou got out of the car carrying the person and kicked open the door of the villa.

The room was brightly lit, but dead silent.

Without looking around, he carried her straight up to the second floor and kicked the door of the master bedroom shut with a loud bang.

As the world spun around, Shen Suihuan was pulled out of his arms, and her back hit the cold door hard, making her groan in pain.

Before she could catch her breath, Jiang Zhou's tall body approached her, and he slammed one hand on her ear, trapping her tightly between the door panel and his chest.

The chill and smell of tobacco on him were now filled with a terrifying sense of oppression.

A hand gripped her chin like an iron clamp, with such force that it seemed to crush her bones.

He forced her to look up and meet those dark eyes that were so gloomy that they could drip water.

"Shen Suihuan."

His voice was deep and hoarse, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth.

"You've become more capable."