"Bang!" The door was kicked open.

　　Two black shadows quickly rushed into the room.

　　"Bang!" With the sound of the switch, the lights lit up.

　　"Big Brother, we've searched several rooms. If there's no more room, we'll let him run away."

　　"I obviously hit him with my bullet. It's impossible for him to run so fast."

　　"But he is..."

　　"I'm asking you to find someone. You're talking so much nonsense."

　　The so-called elder brother had a ferocious face and a hideous scar on his face.

　　"Ah..." Qiao Ziwei seemed to be frightened by the sudden broken door. From the beginning, she was stunned to scream. She sat up, hugged her knees under the quilt, and her pipa trembled.

　　The scarred man stared at the woman in front of him impatiently. His hair was in a mess, and his face was as pale as a ghost. He was really ugly.

　　"Shut up." He waved the knife in his hand.

　　"Who, who are you?" asked Qiao Ziwei in a trembling voice.

　　The two intruders turned a deaf ear to her words.

　　One of them said proudly, "Big Brother, I'm sure he's in this room."

　　"Oh?" Knife Scar's face lit up. "Why are you so sure?"

　　"The smell of blood in this room is so strong."

　　The scarred face said harshly, "Search it for me."

　　Qiao Ziwei seemed to be scared. Sitting in bed, she was still shivering.

　　The hotel's room was very simple. Other than the balcony bathroom, there was only a bed. The closet where the clothes were placed was also open. There was no hiding place other than the balcony.

　　The man who had just been full of confidence stood in front of his Brother Knife Scar dejectedly.

　　"Have you seen it on the balcony?"

　　"Yes."

　　"Is there any blood?"

　　The subordinate shook his head.

　　"Then what do you mean by the strong smell of blood?"

　　The subordinate instantly looked a little embarrassed. "Big brother, it's not my fault. That woman is having her period." She was really dirty. There was an underwear stained with blood in the sink that had not been washed yet.

　　He didn't have the face to say the rest of the words, but looked at Qiao Ziwei with disdain. She was ugly and shy.

　　The scarred face saw a glass of brown sugar water on the woman's bedside cabinet and seemed to understand it. He glared at his men and went out.

　　Qiao Ziwei quickly called the front desk and asked them to fix the door.

　　Perhaps this kind of thing often happened in the hotel in Y City. In less than five minutes, they sent people to change a new door.

　　Qiao Ziwei got up and went to the bathroom to wipe her face, and her little face immediately restored its brilliance.

　　She looked out of the window and didn't lift the quilt until she made sure that the few people were in the car.

　　"It's all right. It should be fine."

　　No one answered her.

　　Only then did she realize that the man on the bed had already fallen asleep.

　　His face was as handsome as a god, and his face was as perfect as a sculpture. His nose was tall and straight, and his thin lips were slightly closed. The two rows of eyelashes that were longer than her made her extremely envious.

　　Ten minutes ago, this man fell on her balcony.

　　She thought that God saw her pitifully send a Divine Realm expert to descend to the human world, but she didn't expect that someone was chasing after her.

　　But the next moment, she was shocked by him because she found that the man's shoulder was bleeding and even dripping on the balcony. It seemed that he was seriously injured.

　　She wanted to get rid of more trouble, so she turned around and went into the house.

　　Unexpectedly, the man grabbed her calf and raised his gorgeous face. "Help me!" There was a hint of charm in his voice.

　　Although it was asking for help, it made her feel lonely and proud.

　　The man really killed her. She nodded as if she had been bewitched.