Amidst the spreading smoke, two masked men in black quickly carried away the barely-breathing Zhen Jian.
Their movements were extremely light, not stirring a single sound, as if they were ghosts, coming without a shadow and leaving without a trace.
On the other side, having realized that the object the size of a ping-pong ball wasn't a bomb, Lin Yifan quickly stood up from the ground and, holding an iron rod, rushed into the smoke, trying to find the two masked men in black.
But when he charged into the smoke, he found not a single person in sight. At that moment, he cursed softly, "Damn it!" and then walked into the private room to take Zhou Jiajia away.
Inside the elevator, Zhou Jiajia couldn't hold back her grief and grievances and threw herself into Lin Yifan's arms, weeping, "Yifan, thank you! Thank you for coming to rescue me! I was really afraid I would never see you again."
If Zhen Jian had defiled her, she would have certainly killed herself.
