After Being Reborn, Her Only Mission Is to Love Him
Chapter 732 - 730: You Are Injured

Chapter 732: Chapter 730: You Are Injured

He had not expected Song Sinian to actually capture the person.

"How on earth did he manage to do that?" Xu Zhenzhen was also somewhat curious about this matter.

She knew Song Sinian was formidable, but she didn’t expect him to be so capable as to extend his reach to the Pavlov Family, not to mention actually managing to turn Pavlov’s most trusted aide!

Xia Wenqing couldn’t help but laugh and cry as he said, "He gave Niezuo several billion, he really played his cards ruthlessly."

And it was the kind that was transferred to the account immediately, indeed it was very hard not to tempt someone.

Especially someone like Niezuo, who lives life on the edge.

The sole reason they followed Pavlov was for money and status, and Pavlov didn’t provide much of either.

The little loyalty that remained was shattered when Pavlov separated from the Pavlov Family.

One could say that Pavlov’s gradual transformation into what he was now was all within Song Sinian’s calculations.

Although Xia Wenqing really didn’t want to admit it, he had to say that Song Sinian was truly impressive.

Even his own big brother didn’t have the ability to think ten steps ahead like him.

Fortunately, their Zhaozhao truly liked Song Sinian, otherwise... if they really started to fight with Song Sinian, they would probably end up like Pavlov.

Xu Zhenzhen was originally quite worried about Xia Wenqing, but after hearing what he said, her heart settled down a lot.

At least Song Sinian truly had the capability to outdo Pavlov.

"Now that Pavlov’s place is in chaos, let’s take the opportunity to get out of here quickly," Lu Zhaozhao gently tugged at Xu Zhenzhen’s arm, signaling for them to leave rapidly.

They could have originally waited until Pavlov was hospitalized before making long-term plans, but since Xu Zhenzhen had already dragged her along, she could only make the best of the situation.

Just as Lu Zhaozhao spoke these words, a tumultuous sound of footsteps came from the entrance, and Lu Zhaozhao internally cursed their bad luck.

The three of them quickly tried to exit the dungeon room, but fatefully encountered Pavlov’s henchmen at the door.

"Miss, what are you doing?"

Although the man addressed her with the title "Miss," his glance toward Xu Zhenzhen lacked any trace of respect.

It appeared that the person they were now facing was a tough one.

Xu Zhenzhen’s chin lifted slightly as she coolly regarded the bodyguard in front of her, "Do I need to inform you about what I’m planning to do?"

The man snorted coldly, "Since the Miss has no intention of explaining, then don’t blame me!"

He waved a hand towards the people behind him, indicating for them to approach, "Grab the Miss and the other two, we’ll wait for the leader to decide their fate!"

"You dare!" Xu Zhenzhen’s expression immediately darkened; facing a group that was not small in number, she feared that a forceful intervention would attract even more people.

However, the bodyguard seemed to have no intention of giving Xu Zhenzhen any face.

"If there is any issue, the leader will settle it when he wakes up, there’s no need for the Miss to wave her hands about here," he spoke, commanding others to move forward.

He had long found this Miss to be an eyesore, and if it weren’t for the fact that she was the leader’s only bloodline, he would have ordered her execution right then and there.

In a moment, Lu Zhaozhao and Xia Wenqing started fighting with several bodyguards.

Xu Zhenzhen also wanted to help, but was pushed back by Lu Zhaozhao’s hand.

She was pregnant now, and if anything happened, she couldn’t bear the responsibility.

Xia Wenqing naturally thought the same as her; with him there, why would his wife need to take action?

Xia Wenqing’s martial abilities might not be on par with Xia Wenmo’s, but they were more than enough to handle these bodyguards.

In a moment, several bodyguards stepped forward, only to be taken down.

The head bodyguard’s face immediately turned ugly. He once again ordered the men behind him to charge, and while Lu Zhaozhao and Xia Wenqing were fighting, he had someone sneakily attack Xu Zhenzhen.

Luckily, Lu Zhaozhao was quick to respond and immediately rushed over, pulling Xu Zhenzhen away.

However, she wasn’t so fortunate herself. She took a punch from a bodyguard square on the shoulder and fell to the ground.

When Song Sinian appeared at the entrance to the dungeon, he witnessed this very scene.

His expression darkened visibly, an overwhelming sense of suffocation enveloped everyone inside the dungeon, making it difficult for them to breathe, even affecting Lu Zhaozhao.

"Mr. Song..." Lu Zhaozhao gritted her teeth and strained to stand up.

Although she had managed to evade part of the blow, the punch still hurt.

The head bodyguard, seeing the dungeon entrance blocked, also wore an extremely unsightly expression, "The leader is unconscious now, surely because of your vile deeds. I must capture you to avenge the leader, none of you are escaping today!"

He glared furiously at Song Sinian at the entrance, his face dark with rage.

Song Sinian took a few slow steps forward, letting someone behind him firmly secure the dungeon door.

"It’s really hard to say who won’t be able to leave today," Song Sinian said, step by step approaching the head bodyguard.

The head bodyguard looked at Song Sinian, who seemed scholarly and not like he could fight, probably relying on the bodyguards behind him, he thought.

With this thought, he lunged forward to subdue Song Sinian, but before he could get close, he was met with a violent kick that sent him crashing into a wall.

The head bodyguard didn’t even have time to get up before he was kicked in the stomach and slid far across the ground.

The clothes he was wearing tore from the friction.

In agony, he clutched his stomach, looking up at Song Sinian. Gone was the scholarly demeanor from moments before.

His eyes glinted blood-red, like a demon freshly emerged from hell.

No! A mere demon couldn’t compare.

He was a rakshasa from hell, before whom all evil spirits would dissipate like smoke.

The others, seeing their boss beaten, almost simultaneously charged forward.

Then, like bowling pins struck by a ball, they were violently scattered, thrown about in disarray.

Song Sinian hardly glanced at them as he walked straight towards Lu Zhaozhao, his brows knotted, eyes filled with concern, "You’re hurt."

It was a statement, not a question.

"Do you still remember who hit you?" Song Sinian asked this as he scanned the bodyguards lying scattered on the ground. His gaze was icy, as if looking at corpses, at those bodyguards on the floor.

It was the first time Lu Zhaozhao saw Song Sinian like this, frighteningly cold all over, yet still tender as water when facing her.

She reached out and tugged at the hem of his clothing, "You’ve already taken him down just now. Let someone else handle the rest."

She didn’t want Song Sinian’s hands to be stained with blood.

She didn’t believe for a second that Song Sinian was merely venting his anger by beating that man.

It’s likely he would break every inch of bone in that person’s body, then torment him to death.

And all because... he had hurt her.