Chapter 673: Counterattack

The row of wooden crates had been kicked open from the inside to create a hole.

In the dim light, the vague silhouette of a foot could be seen kicking aside a few obstructive crates.

The crates were stacked haphazardly; none had fallen, but it looked as if a door had been forcibly broken through.

Nan Jiaojiao emerged from behind.

Her hair was disheveled, spilling messily over her shoulders.

Her clothing bore the marks of being ripped, with a cheongsam button torn from the neckline, revealing just a hint of her collarbone.

In her hand, she clutched a rope as thick as two fingers, which seemed very heavy.

As she walked step by step, it became clear that the rope was covered in fresh blood, trailing a long line on the ground.

“Nan Jiaojiao?!”

Zhou Zining instinctively stepped back, “How is it possible?

How could you possibly escape from a group of men?

What did you do?”

Nan Jiaojiao lifted her eyes, her cold gaze sharp as a knife blade, staring straight at Zhou Zining.

Barely able to muster any strength, she swayed as she walked, glancing only breifly before diverting her eyes, her eyelids briefly rolling back.

She approached Bo Qingshan, untied his ropes, and helped him sit up.

And stuffed something into his hands.

“Hold on to this, it’s the only thing on me that can stab someone.”

The object was damp to the touch, the jade hairpin ice-cold, now wet and chilled with blood.

Clasping it firmly in his hand, Bo Qingshan’s choked sobs burst forth, “Seeing your hair down, I thought something had happened to you, I was so scared, wuwu…

Sister Jiaojiao, you should’ve told me your plan, a hint would’ve sufficed.

You really scared me to death.”

Nan Jiaojiao sat down, panting heavily.

On closer inspection, fine beads of sweat covered her forehead and the tip of her nose, her eyes slowly closing.

The medicine Zhou Zining had obtained was incredibly potent!

“Listen carefully.

I’m reaching my limit.

At most, I can take down three more people.

Your uncle should be here soon.

If he doesn’t arrive after I’ve dealt with three more, you run.

If you can’t escape, use the hairpin to stab someone.

Aim for the neck.

Protect yourself first.

Once you’re out, we’ll figure out a way to rescue me.”

Bo Qingshan was stunned, “Wha…

what do you mean?

Sister Jiaojiao, you’re clearly very formidable…”

She could use a rope as a whip.

At least seven men had followed her inside, all of whom she had knocked out cold.

And weren’t there still over a dozen men left?

She was so capable, she could handle them.

Nan Jiaojiao sighed, “I’m almost done for.”

Bo Qingshan felt like crying again, but she silenced him, “Hold it back!”

Startled, he tried to control himself, but couldn’t manage it, his sobs growing even heavier.

Then he asked a terribly dangerous question, “What if I don’t run?

What if I insist on staying with you?”

Nan Jiaojiao looked into his eyes, “Then Zhou Zining would really let these bodyguards rape me in front of you.”

“…”

“Save some face for your sister.

Even if I were really violated, I wouldn’t want you to see.”

Nan Jiaojiao patted his shoulder, stood up, and faced Zhou Zining like a warrior woman.

With a cold expression and not a word, her mere gaze was enough to send shivers down one’s spine.

The bodyguards had checked behind the crates and the sight they witnessed was chilling.

Out of seven bodyguards, three had been knocked out with the thick rope, while the other four had been stabbed in the throat with the hairpin and were bleeding profusely; it was uncertain if they were alive or dead.

Zhou Zining felt scared just hearing about the bloody scene, but relying on superior numbers, she thought she still had the upper hand.

“What’s there to be afraid of?

She’s just a woman.

Can’t you handle her?

Capture her for me, no!

Kill her!”