In the darkness, the man realized he couldn't run away anymore, turned his head to look behind him, where the other two men had already been subdued. Gritting his teeth, he picked up a brick from the corner of the wall and charged forward.
Lin Chuxia noticed his movement and casually pulled out a baseball bat from her space, which she had prepared especially for self-defense.
With a handy weapon in her hand, Lin Chuxia was not afraid at all, even though her opponent was a man.
As he raised the brick high above, Lin Chuxia swung her baseball bat squarely onto his arm. Accompanied by a dull thud and the man's scream, the brick fell to the ground.
Lin Chuxia had a clear view of the man's face; it was Liu Dahui, Sun Lanlan's man from her past life.
The man's presence here now was undoubtedly related to tonight's events; combined with the memories of her past life, old and new hatred surged in her heart.
