It's Zhang Ke!
In the many days that had passed, Su Man had almost forgotten about this guy! She had even thought that he might have been injured and died in some obscure corner!
But it turned out, he suddenly reappeared!
"Hey!" Su Man quickened her pace and ran over, "Bastard! Let him go!"
Zhang Ke was still in his original attire, but now coated with mud and blood, his disheveled hair, haggard face made him look like a fugitive wandering in the wilderness, extremely wretched.
At the moment, he grabbed Lu Yuwen's collar, pulling him in front of him while strangling Lu Yuwen's neck with his elbow. In his other hand, he held a knife, pressing it against Lu Yuwen's throat.
He wasn't afraid of Su Man at all. He grimaced as he watched her run back, the point of the knife dug into the flesh, a bead of fresh blood spilling out, trickling down Lu Yuwen's handsome neck.
Su Man frowned and stopped a few steps away from the bonfire.
