Kuai Chuan Ancestor: Paranoid villain is addicted to pets

Chapter 92 Delicate cannon fodder vs gloomy disabled boss 92
An Qing parked the car far away from the abandoned villa, and sneaked to the back door of the villa.

She didn't take the stairs, but climbed up bit by bit from the outside of the building.

She crawled outside the only room with the light on and looked in.

There were several men sitting in the room, among them were familiar faces.

Fu Mingkun?
He really didn't die.

An Qing glanced around but did not see Wang Qian, she frowned slightly, and began to search in other rooms.

Finally found it in the room above.

She carefully pushed open the broken window and jumped in.

"Xiaoqing, you, you go!"

Seeing her coming in, Wang Qian thought it was incredible, but she couldn't allow her to think too much about the situation, so she told her to leave quickly with an excited expression.

"Hush." ​​An Qing told her not to make noise, walked up to her, and swiftly untied the ropes on her hands.

Suddenly, a figure appeared behind An Qing, he raised the iron rod in his hand high, and Wang Qian screamed when she saw it.

"Ahhh!"
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"Look up where Madam is now."

Fu Jingchen didn't reply to An Qing's messages, and she didn't answer her calls. He suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart, and called Wu Feng.

Fu Mingkun's body hadn't been found yet, so he couldn't take it lightly.

"I found my wife." Not long after, Wu Feng came in and handed Fu Jingchen his mobile phone.

"Go, take someone there." Fu Jingchen glanced at the position, got up and said.

Fu Jingchen drove the car very fast, and arrived at the outskirts of the city in only ten minutes.

He got out of the car and looked at the abandoned villa, his thin lips were tightly pursed, and a cold light flickered in his eyes.

"President, it's dangerous up there, just wait below."

Wu Feng walked to Fu Jingchen's side and persuaded him.

"It's okay." Fu Jingchen was so worried about Anqing's safety that he couldn't listen. He shook his head and refused, and then rushed to the villa with people.

They walked up lightly, and saw a lot of blood along the way.

Fu Jingchen closed his eyes tightly, his face was as pale as paper.

He tried hard to tell himself not to worry, maybe the blood was not An Qing's.

But while he comforted himself, he also knew how naive his thoughts were. How could An Qing, a weak woman, beat several strong men who were taller and weighed far more than her.

His heart was constantly engulfed by panic, and his eyes became black again and again. He couldn't imagine the despair after losing An Qing, and he didn't dare to imagine it.

Fu Jingchen led someone into the room with the light on, and saw a lot of blood on the ground. Not far away, Fu Mingkun, who was tightly wrapped in bandages, sat in a wheelchair and looked at her with a smile.

"Where's my wife?"

Fu Jingchen stared at him, with deep hatred burning in his eyes.

His most blundering decision was why he didn't send a few more people to solve him completely!
"I'm tortured to death." Fu Mingkun said lightly, as if what he just said was just trampling ants to death.

Fu Jingchen's eyes went dark, he clenched his teeth and forced himself to calm down, "where is she?"

"I'll tell you when you come here, you need someone alone." Fu Mingkun hooked his fingers at him.

"President, don't go." Wu Feng pulled Fu Jingchen, but he threw him away.

He knew it was a trap, but he had to go.

He couldn't let An Qing face this alone.

He walked towards Fu Mingkun step by step, and soon, he stood in front of him.

Fu Mingkun's eyes flashed with viciousness, and he suddenly took out a knife from behind and stabbed Fu Jingchen fiercely.

"go to hell!"

(End of this chapter)