Luo Ying made a grab for the man's dagger, but the man suddenly fell backward.
Standing behind the fat man was a man in a black suit. He had a mask and a baseball cap on, but a section of his red hair was exposed.
"Third Brother!" Luo Ying shouted.
The man subdued Wu Wei, stood up, and wanted to say something to Luo Ying. The door behind Luo Ying was suddenly pushed open, and Luo Ying turned around to look.
Lu Zhao's men had arrived and surrounded Wu Wei.
Lu Zhao strode in and held Luo Ying in his arms. "What took you so long? You made me so worried."
Lu Zhao's embrace was warm. Luo Ying looked up to see her Third Brother again, but he was already gone.
"Lu Zhao," she said, frozen in place. "Someone just saved me, but he vanished."
Lu Zhao slowly let go of Luo Ying and frowned. "Vanished? What do you mean?"
Luo Ying's eyes wandered around. The people who came were all Lu Zhao's men, and there was no sign of her brother.
