Chapter 1509: 1508 Co over again, I’ll choke his throat.
“Dewei, don’t hurt An Lin.”
Behind, Feng Wanfeng ran down from the second floor in alarm.
An Lin’s expression changed as well, instinctively dodging as Yao Dewei attacked.
Yao Dewei missed grabbing her hand and once again attacked, An Lin dodged twice more and said, “Yao Dewei, you scumbag, tonight I will teach you a lesson on behalf of my cousin.”
An Lin is not a delicate woman.
In fact, she grew up mixing with boys, especially around Qin Mu and Tang Yang, climbing trees to raid nests, fishing in the water, fighting and ambushing—she’s adept at them all.
Though not as skillful as Qin Mu and Tang Yang, she knows so martial arts.
Anyway, since Yao Dewei won’t let her leave tonight, she might as well give this man a good beating; if there’s a chance she wins, she might still escape.
From what An Lin knows about Yao Dewei, if he’s trying to keep her here, he’s surely arranged for others as well.
Her mind quickly turning, she’s already started fighting back, exchanging moves with Yao Dewei.
“Dewei, An Lin, stop.”
Feng Wanfeng watched the fighting pair anxiously.
Yao Dewei and An Lin ignored her, each trying to overpower the other.
When it looked like An Lin was gaining the upper hand, Yao Dewei suddenly shouted towards the door, “Soone, co in!”
“Yao Dewei, you despicable man.”
As An Lin suspected, he had indeed arranged for backup, she regretted not noticing earlier during her arrival.
Resolute, An Lin grabbed for Yao Dewei with her right hand, while her left hand reached for her phone and smashed it towards his eyes. Yao Dewei focused on avoiding An Lin’s hand, but it was too late to evade the incoming object.
He cried out!
As the bodyguards rushed in from outside, An Lin had Yao Dewei in a hold, her pale fingers pinching his neck, her cold and fierce gaze warning those rushing in.
“If any of you dare co forward, I’ll snap his throat.”
Yao Dewei always lost to An Lin since childhood, which always angered him.
“Don’t co over.”
Yao Dewei’s originally handso face turned liver-colored as he struggled for air, glancing pleadingly at Feng Wanfeng to help him!
An Lin’s eyes flashed fiercely, her grip tightened, as she shouted, “Move!”
After scolding, she lowered her gaze to look at her phone.
The phone has her recording; she cannot let Yao Dewei’s n get it.
Pursing her lips in quick thought, her grip on Yao Dewei’s neck remained firm, as those bodyguards saw their boss restrained by An Lin.
If she exerted force, his neck might be broken.
They dared not approach.
An Lin inched toward the phone, Yao Dewei coughed as breathing beca difficult, “An Lin, let go, you’re choking to death.”
“Shut up!”
An Lin scolded coldly.
“Feng Wanfeng, are you just going to watch her choke to death?”
Yao Dewei glared angrily at Feng Wanfeng; don’t you want to see your son again?
Feng Wanfeng understood the implied ssage in his eyes, her face turned pale and she instinctively shouted, “Linlin, let go of Dewei.”
“Cousin, he’s the one who started it, this heartless man, don’t speak for him.”
An Lin was furious and unmoved by Feng Wanfeng’s pleas; she had moved to the phone. Now, the phone was by her feet.
Yao Dewei was a businessman, not a fool. As An Lin stepped towards the phone, intent on retrieving it, he entertained various guesses.
He readied himself to escape once An Lin bent down to pick up the phone.
“Pick up the phone for An Lin.”
He feigned kindness instructing the bodyguards standing a few steps away; hearing this, An Lin’s expression changed, “Don’t co over.”
Her grip tightened once more.
Yao Dewei signaled the bodyguards with a look, and despite An Lin’s warning, they rushed forward. Seeing the phone about to be taken, An Lin bent to grab it.
At that mont, Yao Dewei broke free from her grip and shouted in rage, “Grab her.”
An Lin’s fingernails scraped Yao Dewei’s neck, leaving a long red mark faintly bleeding.
The force was evident.
She was a step ahead, picking up the phone, fiercely pushing the bodyguards away, and running towards the sofa.
“Catch her, don’t let her escape.”
Yao Dewei pressed his hand against his bleeding neck, glaring at An Lin with extre malice.
Upon reaching the sofa, An Lin grabbed the fruit knife from the fruit platter.
Though the knife wouldn’t do much, it was a defensive tool.
She clutched the knife with one hand and unlocked her phone with the other, swiftly deleting the recording, “Don’t let her make a call.”
On the other side, Yao Dewei thought she would call for help, once more yelling at the bodyguards.
They surrounded An Lin, who watched them warily, realizing she might not escape tonight.
However, having deleted the recording, she was relieved.
Even if Yao Dewei caught her, tonight’s plan was dood to fail. With Qin Mu receiving the recording, he would surely make arrangents.
“Dewei, let An Lin go.”
Feng Wanfeng approached, trying to touch the injury on Yao Dewei’s neck, but he shoved her away again.
“Get lost, if she escapes tonight, don’t expect to see your son ever again.” Yao Dewei warned sinisterly, then turned to An Lin, “An Lin, whether you heard my conversation with Wanfeng or not, you’re not leaving here tonight.”
An Lin faced five opponents, all skilled fighters.
There was no way she could win, but she refused to show weakness, determined to incapacitate at least one. She sliced the fruit knife across their arms, faces…
Eventually, the knife fell to the ground.
An Lin was held by two bodyguards.
After the fight, she was exhausted and out of breath. Just then, the phone rang again.
Yao Dewei sneered, walked over, and reached for the phone in An Lin’s top pocket, she struggled angrily, “Yao Dewei, keep away.”
“Heh, keep away?”
Malice flashed in Yao Dewei’s eyes, suddenly he grabbed An Lin’s chin forcefully, causing her face to pale with pain.
“Dewei!”
Feng Wanfeng rushed over, holding onto Yao Dewei’s arm, “Linlin is my sister, don’t hurt her.”
Yao Dewei turned his head, the coldness in his eyes like a dagger piercing Feng Wanfeng, causing her to instinctively step back.
“If you don’t want her hard, let go.”
Feng Wanfeng’s eyes reflected a struggle, slowly releasing his hand.
Yao Dewei pulled out An Lin’s phone and when he saw the caller, laughed coldly, “It’s Qin Mu calling, An Lin, should I answer?”
An Lin glared at him; if looks could kill, he’d be dead already.
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