Yu Xing'er looked at Mr. Liang who was rushing toward her, and kept retreating.

Just when Zhang Da was about to break the window and enter, he saw Yu Xing'er, who had retreated to the window and was about to be succeeded by Mr. Liang, actually kicked Mr. Liang hard on the guy who was carrying on the family line.

Yu Xing'er had learned Sanda before, and she was wearing high heels now. When she kicked her foot off, Mr. Liang instantly arched his back in pain and his face turned red.

Zhang Dagang felt his crotch feel cold and quickly covered his lower body tightly.

"You bitch, you're looking for death."

Mr. Liang fiercely squeezed out a few words through his teeth, but he still curled up beside the bed, unable to stand up.

Yu Xing'er sneered: "Comfortable? Even if I jump from the window today, I won't let you touch a hair on my head."

Seeing Yu Xing'er walking towards him, Mr. Liang was so frightened that he quickly covered his family member.

Yu Xing'er sneered, walked around Young Master Liang, tore the sheets on the bed, and tore out a few strips of cloth.

Under Young Master Liang's confused gaze, he tied Young Master Liang's hands and tied them to the pillar at the end of the bed.

"Oh, I didn't expect Miss Xing'er to be better than me." Looking at Yu Xing'er's face so close, Mr. Liang felt as if he was alive again.

Immediately afterwards, Yu Xing'er took off her high heels under Liang Shao's puzzled gaze.

As soon as Yu Xing'er gritted her teeth, the heels of her shoes hit her hard like dense raindrops.

The moment his body was hit by the high heels, Mr. Liang couldn't help but cry out in pain.

At this moment, Yu Xing'er quickly stuffed the big ball of cloth into Mr. Liang's mouth.

Mr. Liang's screams suddenly stopped, leaving only painful whines.

When the several bodyguards who were hiding outside the door and eavesdropping heard this voice, they all looked like pig brothers on their faces.

"Why am I listening? Mr. Liang is acting like a fool this time?"

"That sounds like me too."

"..."

Zhang Dagang had a panoramic view of the scenery in the room, and even though he was hiding outside, he was grinning in pain for Mr. Liang.

Yu Xing'er's heels are all very thin, about ten centimeters. Let alone Mr. Liang, even Zhang Dagang wouldn't dare to try them.

Zhang Dagang did not expect that Yu Xing'er would be even more cruel than Jiang Feihong, and for a moment he felt pain all over his body.

Mr. Liang was beaten so hard by Yu Xing'er that tears and runny nose dripped from his eyes.

But his mouth was stuffed with a quilt by Yu Xing'er, and even his hands were tied to the bed. He could only look at Yu Xing'er pleadingly with a pair of eyes.

After all, the girl's physical strength was much reduced. Zhang Dagang was looking at it vigorously, but Yu Xing'er was already so tired that she fell to the ground, panting.

She looked at Mr. Liang who was beaten to death in front of her, and quickly took off his clothes, trying to find his mobile phone.

However, Mr. Liang's clothes didn't even have pockets, and Yu Xing'er sat on the ground dejectedly.

After sitting on the ground for only half a second, Yu Xing'er stood up with her limp body, walked to the window and opened it.

There was no one patrolling under the window. Judging from the route she took when she was caught, if she jumped from the second floor, the door of the villa shouldn't be too far away from her.

Now, this is her only chance to escape.

Without thinking, Yu Xing'er took off her high heels and threw them downstairs. Then she tore all the sheets and quilts on the bed, tied them into small knots, tied them to the pillars in the room, and threw away the excess.

window.

Yu Xing'er looked at Mr. Liang who was staring at her with hatred, then stepped forward and chopped him unconscious with a knife.

Looking at Mr. Liang who fainted in front of him, a trace of regret flashed in Yu Xing'er's eyes.

It's a pity that she doesn't have a mobile phone, otherwise she would have taken some nude photos of Mr. Liang to protect herself.

Looking at the clock hanging on the wall, it had been twenty minutes since Mr. Liang came in. Yu Xing'er didn't dare to be vague anymore and slid down the hanging strip of cloth.

The moment she landed, Yu Xing'er turned around and saw a black figure standing behind her. Without thinking, she picked up the high heels on the ground before she could put them on and attacked the black figure behind her.

Zhang Dagang looked at the little pepper in front of him, stretched out his hand to hold Yu Xing'er's wrist, and whispered in her ear: "Xing'er, don't be afraid, it's me."

Hearing Zhang Dagang's voice, Yu Xinger turned around in surprise and saw Zhang Dagang staring at her with a smile on his face.

"Dagang, you're finally here." Yu Xing'er hugged Zhang Dagang happily, and Zhang Dagang couldn't help but feel distraught because of the high chest.

The two were affectionate for about two minutes. Zhang Dagang pushed away Yu Xing'er who looked happy and said: "Xing'er, I have a big gift to give them. You come with me."

Yu Xing'er followed Zhang Dagang in confusion and saw him opening the trunk of a Mercedes-Benz.

There were barrels of gasoline in the trunk. Yu Xing'er looked at the gasoline and turned to look at Zhang Dagang in surprise.

"You mean to burn down their villa?"

Zhang Dagang nodded, and a bucket of sixty kilograms of gasoline was taken to the corner of the villa effortlessly by Zhang Dagang.

The few barrels of gasoline were obtained extremely smoothly. The bodyguards were all gathered outside the room where Mr. Liang was, waiting for Mr. Liang to come out so that they could have a taste of the best.

After Zhang Dagang placed the gasoline in the corners around the villa, he ducked into the hall of the villa.

The hall is lavishly decorated, with famous paintings and antiques that are not known to be real or fake hanging on the walls.

Zhang Dagang was not polite and confiscated everything, then carried gasoline to the house and poured it on the flammable items.

Fueled by gasoline, the flames suddenly shot up so high that the entire villa was instantly reduced to a sea of ​​flames.

Zhang Dagang and Yu Xing'er left the villa and drove the Mercedes-Benz straight to the city.

"Dagang, what are you going to do with these calligraphy, paintings and antiques?"

Yu Xing'er continued: "I just took a look at these, and they are all real. The estimated value is around 30 million."

Yu Xing'er's words made Zhang Dagang's eyelids twitch fiercely.

There are only five of these antique calligraphy and paintings in total, but I didn't expect them to be so valuable.

"Myolie, I plan to donate these things to children in need of help in impoverished mountainous areas. If I could have met a hero like me who robs the rich and gives to the poor, maybe I would be a successful person in the workplace now."

Zhang Dagang sat in the passenger seat, coquettishly combing his hair back with his hands.

His appearance made Yu Xing'er, who was driving, laugh, and then felt a little sad.

In fact, there is no difference between her life and Zhang Dagang's. The only difference is that she still has Mrs. Zheng to support her and help her.

The car was driving fast on the highway. At Zhang Dagang's request, Yu Xing'er drove Zhang Dagang towards the largest auction.

Just as the two of them were rushing to the auction house, three police cars with sirens blaring passed by their car.
Chapter completed!