Looking at the approaching figures, Su Fan tensed up.
These were not ordinary hooligans, but real desperadoes, gang assassins.
He had only come out for a car date, so how had he gotten into such trouble?
"Lin Qianjiao, keep running, haha."
The three men looked at the woman lying in a pool of blood, their eyes mocking, their tones sarcastic.
"The famous 'Midnight Rose,' tonight I'm going to have a good time with you. How interesting."
"Cough cough cough."
The woman tried to stand up, but she kept coughing up blood, unable to stand.
"You, you despicable cowards, even if I die, I will not be humiliated by you."
With these words, the woman drove the dagger in her hand toward her own neck.
"That's better, saves us the trouble," the three of them sneered.
Just at the critical moment,
Su Fan kicked the woman's knife-holding right hand, sending the dagger flying.
The woman's suicide attempt failed.
"Kid, you dare to meddle in our business?"
