Zhang Zichu seemed to be taken aback for a moment, and glanced at Wang Ye's determined gaze.
Immediately following his words and preparing to raise the dagger in his hand, suddenly, Dongfang Han held his wrist with one hand to stop his behavior.
"Don't be kidding!" Dongfang Han looked at Wang Ye in front of him unreasonably, "How convincing you are to them when you are injured!"
"Dongfang Han, I am a magician, but I am afraid of death, am I not." Dongfang Han was taken aback. At this time, Wang Ye vaguely heard the footsteps approaching outside, and hurriedly said to Zhang Zichu: "Hurry up, there is no time!"
"... I'm sorry." Zhang Zichu quickly pulled Dongfang Han's hand away, raised the dagger in his hand, and pierced Wang Ye's abdomen with the correct position. The voice that pierced into flesh and blood was clearly very soft, but it seemed so harsh to Dongfang Han.
Wang Ye covered his painful and bleeding abdomen with his hands, and stepped back. At the two people who were still in a daze, shouted: "What are you doing in a daze? Go! Otherwise, you won't be able to leave if you want to leave!"
"Xiaohan!" Zhang Zichu pulled Dongfang Han's hand.
"Sorry..." Dongfang Han finally retracted his gaze, pulled out the sword in the box behind him, and held Zhang Zichu tightly with his other hand, raising the sword in his hand when he was about to do it.
"Dongfang Han, you must not die...! Remember, this time you owe me Wang Ye a favor... Give me back alive!" Wang Ye said deeply, looking at the figure from behind.
Slowly squeezing the sword in his hand, Dongfang Han did not turn his head and responded with a low "Um". The sword in his hand fell, and a big hole was cut in the wall of the kitchen in an instant, and the violent sound made the building tremble.
"Zi Chu, hold my hand!" After Dongfang Han finished speaking, he quickly led Zhang Zichu to the eighth floor without hesitation. With the help of the surrounding wind, the two quickly descended. Seeing that he was about to touch the ground, Zhang Zichu subconsciously clenched Dongfang Han's hand. She quickly waved the sword in her hand again, and the ground under her feet suddenly burst into flames. Together with the underground water pipe, a huge stream of water spewed out, catching the two people falling from the sky by the high-pressure water jet. Dongfang Han and Zhang Zichu quickly rolled over again, and quickly rolled to the ground, only to receive a slight scratch. Immediately, the two immediately stood up from the ground and quickly fled from here.
"Quickly chase! Dongfanghan has escaped!" Then there was a gunshot, and dozens of armed soldiers rushed forward, raising their weapons and chasing them forward.
"That bastard...!" Wang Ye, who was standing upstairs, saw that his home was made such a big hole by Dongfang Han, and he was so angry that he had already cursed Dongfang Han a thousand times.
When she comes back, she must make the dead girl pay him for bankruptcy!
"Cough cough..." At this moment, Wang Ye finally fell to the ground with too much blood loss. At the same time, with a "bang", the door beside him was slammed open from the outside.
The dozens of armed men who rushed in raised their guns and surrounded Wang Ye. The leading soldier held a gun at Wang Ye who was already unable to resist. He looked up and looked around, but no one else was seen. So he opened the communicator on his ears and contacted the people in the department.
"Minister Shen, the suspect has escaped. Only Mr. Wang Ye is left, and he..." As he said, he lowered his head and glanced at the dagger inserted in Wang Ye's abdomen, as well as the bleeding wound, "Doesn’t it seem to be injured? Light, it seems to threaten life at any time..."
Wang Ye, who was about to lose consciousness, seemed to hear a man's furious curse. However, these were no longer important to him. According to his understanding of Dongfang Han, the two must have left here by now.
Thinking of this, Wang Ye finally closed his eyes with peace of mind. He no longer knew what happened next.