Love You Till the End
Chapter 70: Anyone Who Touches My Woman Will Beg for Death

Chapter 70: Chapter 70: Anyone Who Touches My Woman Will Beg for Death

Before she could think further, the man began to close in on her.

Shen Cheng was well aware of the current situation—strong enemy, weak self—promptly retreating before turning to run.

But the man had no intention of letting her go, advancing suddenly with a lunge, grabbing her shoulders and shoving her against the public phone booth.

Her spine slammed hard, pain shooting through her, cold sweat breaking out.

Damn!

Was he trying to kill her?!

Shen Cheng clenched her teeth, her complexion instantly turning pale as paper.

The man was like a madman in a frenzy, his thick hand clamping around her neck.

"Cough...hiss..."

Before Shen Cheng could resist, the air was completely sucked out of her lungs.

"Humph! I’m just taking someone’s money to ward off their disasters, don’t come looking for me if you die!"

The man said viciously, increasing the pressure of his grip.

Short of breath, Shen Cheng’s strength was draining; her hands, that wanted to resist, fell limply.

For the first time, she smelled the scent of death.

Her mind went blank, as if she had fallen into a bottomless abyss, surrounded by boundless darkness.

Bang—

A gunshot sounded, eerily out of place in the night.

Before the man could end Shen Cheng’s life, he collapsed to the ground.

On his leg, there was a bleeding wound, continuously oozing blood...

A stench of blood spread everywhere.

Not far away, the man previously overturned by Shen Cheng was scared out of his wits, scrambling away and disappearing into the night.

The hand on her neck had just loosened when air rushed into Shen Cheng’s lungs, causing her to cough violently.

"Cough cough———"

But she quickly adjusted her breathing and looked up.

The man in her line of sight was tall and robust, with a dangerously charming face.

He, in his unsurpassed elegance, always carried an air of untouchable arrogance.

"You dare touch my woman?"

The ghostly voice floated into the night, so intimidating that one would hardly dare to breathe.

Shi Yu, like a born ruler, stepped on the man’s face with his expensive shoes, looking down on him from high above, "Who gave you the courage?"

In front of such an exalted man, he was as insignificant as an ant.

Shi Yu’s mouth carried a thin smile, moving his foot slightly, his magnetic voice oozing from between his lips.

"Say it, who gave you the courage!"

The voice, so pleasant to the ear, yet tinged with a hint of menace.

The man, with his injury bleeding profusely, glared resentfully at him, not uttering a word.

Looking coldly at the person under his foot, Shi Yu narrowed his eyes, withdrew his foot, and turned to face his subordinates standing in line, "Drag this beast away."

"Yes!"

"You... don’t..." Grappling with the pain from his wound, the man clutched his bleeding injury with one hand, struggling to stand.

It seemed that the gunshot just now had indeed caused him serious injury.

Don’t? Shi Yu’s lips curled up, a cruel smile spread across his face, "Cripple him."

At this command, more than a dozen subordinates quickly advanced, their steel rods mercilessly swinging down.

Bang, bang...crack!

With several muffled noises, the man’s limbs were disabled, he staggered several steps and collapsed to the ground again.

"Ah..."

He rolled on the ground in agony, wailing miserably...

"Ah... ah..."

Shi Yu slightly bent over, a deep, unfathomable smile hooking on his lips, "Remember today’s lesson, whoever touches my woman, will wish they were dead!"

Turning around, he scooped Shen Cheng, who was leaning against the phone booth, into his arms and carried her away horizontally.