He lured her deep into his trap, using both overt and covert methods to seduce her.

Fu Lu didn't have time to think and rushed to the bedroom.

When he finally saw what was happening inside the room, an uncontrollable rage surged into his heart, so much so that his once deep, dark eyes turned bloodshot with anger.

Fu Lu clenched his teeth tightly, his jawline taut like a drawn bowstring, sharp and cold, drawing a bloodthirsty arc.

Just as the man raised his hand to attack again, Fu Lu rushed forward and kicked the man hard.

"Ouch! Who the hell is it this time?"

Caught off guard by the kick, the man grimaced in pain and cursed under his breath.

However, as he cursed and turned around fiercely to see who dared to do such a thing, he involuntarily trembled when he met Fu Lu's gloomy and violent face, and a sense of panic rose in his heart.

He stammered, "Who the hell are you? What the hell are you doing in my house? If you know what's good for you, get out of here right now, or I'm calling the police!"

Despite the man's threat, Fu Lu remained silent, but his gaze was fixed on the bruised and trembling girl curled up on the bed.

At this moment, Song Zhi's hands were tied high to the headboard, and her clothes were torn to shreds.

His cheeks were swollen high, and blood was seeping from the corners of his mouth.

At noon, she had even had lunch with him, and the girl, who was chatting and laughing with him, now looked like a lifeless rag doll.

The moment their eyes met, large tears rolled down Song Zhi's cheeks.

Fu Lu's pupils shrank sharply, and his eyes seemed to burn with raging fire. The blood-red color became even more intense, as if it would devour the entire world.

He took a deep breath and slowly approached Song Zhi. He gently took off his warm coat and carefully covered Song Zhi's trembling body with it.

Then, he leaned down, whispered in Song Zhi's ear, and gently comforted her, "Zhizhi, I'm here, don't be afraid."

When Fu Lu said those words, his voice trembled slightly, and that tremor contained endless concern and heartache.

At this moment, Song Zhi was already sobbing uncontrollably, tears streaming down her face like a burst dam. She just kept crying, as if she wanted to use her tears to vent all her fear and grievances.

Seeing Song Zhi like this, Fu Lu felt like his heart was about to shatter into countless pieces.

He reached out and gently untied the leather strap binding Song Zhi's wrists, afraid of hurting her in the slightest.

After the belt was loosened, he opened his arms without hesitation and pulled Song Zhi tightly into his embrace, as if he wanted to meld her into his own body.

"Don't be afraid..."

Fu Lu murmured those two words again, hoping to reassure Song Zhi.

However, Song Zhi cried even harder, sobbing as she said, "Waaah...you, why did you only come now!"

The grievances in Song Zhi's words pierced Fu Lu's heart like sharp arrows.

Just then, the man who had just been kicked to the ground by Fu Lu realized that the situation was not good.

He had a bad feeling and tried to sneak away when no one was looking.

Song Jiachen, with his sharp eyes, though struggling to speak, still managed to shout through the pain, "You, you don't run away!"

Hearing Song Jiachen's shout, the man was startled and quickened his pace involuntarily.

However, before he could escape through the door, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his lower back. Fu Lu, who had gotten up at some point, kicked him hard in the lower back.

The sudden blow caused the man to lose his balance instantly, and his entire body lurched forward.

With a loud bang, the man fell heavily to the ground.

Fu Lu's face was ashen. He slowly walked to the man's side, bent down, and effortlessly lifted him off the ground as if he were a chick.

Immediately afterwards, Fu Lu swung his arm and slammed the man heavily to the ground once again.

Immediately, the man felt as if his internal organs had been reassembled, and the pain was so intense that he couldn't utter a sound.

When he saw Fu Lu's face, so gloomy it seemed to drip water, and his menacing figure approaching him step by step, a chill instantly ran down his spine, causing him to tremble involuntarily.

He tried his best to break free and escape.

However, would Fu Lu let him off so easily?

Fu Lu grabbed the man's hair at the back of his head.

The man was like a lamb to the slaughter, powerless to resist, and could only be dragged by Fu Lu all the way to the living room.

With a muffled thud, the man's forehead slammed hard against the solid coffee table in the center of the living room.

In an instant, the man let out a pig-like scream: "Ah! Murder! Help! Help..."

The pitiful scream pierced Song Zhi's ears, causing her heart to clench.

She couldn't help but worry that Fu Lu might take even more extreme actions due to a loss of emotional control.

So she quickly turned her gaze to Song Jiachen, who was huddled in the corner, and called out softly, "Jiachen."

Hearing her sister's call, Song Jiachen slowly turned her head after a long while.

His face was as pale as paper, and his lips trembled slightly with fear. He managed to squeeze out a few words: "Sister, are you...are you alright?"

Looking at the shocking scars on her younger brother's face, Song Zhi felt so heartbroken that tears almost fell from her eyes.

She fought back tears, her voice choked with sobs, and asked, "It's okay, you...can you still stand up?"

Upon hearing this, Song Jiachen gritted his teeth and tried to stand up, but as soon as he moved, a heart-wrenching pain shot through his ankle, causing him to gasp in shock.

He shook his head in pain and said in a tearful voice, "Sister, my leg... seems to be broken."

It was only then that Song Zhi realized that her younger brother Song Jiachen's ankle was severely deformed and twisted into a bizarre angle.

Her heart skipped a beat.

"I'll call 120 to take you to the hospital right now."

Song Zhi tried hard to control her emotions and lay on the ground groping for her phone.

Song Jiachen called out to her with difficulty, "Sister, go out and see what's going on. Your brother-in-law will beat someone to death."

Hearing the thuds of objects hitting the ground at the door, Song Zhi didn't dare to delay and stumbled out.

As soon as they came out, they saw Fu Lu grabbing the man's hair and slamming him hard against the ground.

The man's face was already a bloody mess.

Song Zhi was horrified to see that Fu Lu had fallen into a state of madness, his eyes were bloodshot, as if he had killed someone, and his whole body exuded a chilling killing intent.

Without hesitation, she rushed to Fu Lu, grabbed his arms tightly with both hands, which were taut with anger, and cried out anxiously, "Ninth Brother, no!"

The shout was like a thunderclap, instantly reaching Fu Lü's ears.

Fu Lu's body trembled violently, and his eyes, which had been filled with a blood-red color, gradually regained some clarity, and his focus slowly returned.