Yang Lu rushed over immediately, but as soon as she opened the private room, she saw a scene that made Yang Lu almost faint with anger and grief!
I saw one of her sisters named Xiaolan kneeling naked on the ground, with many shocking whip marks on her originally delicate skin. Several perverted foreign devils were laughing and looking at the people surrounded by them.
Xiaolan was treated like an animal in the middle.
Almost instantly, without thinking too much, Yang Lu rushed into the middle, protecting Xiaolan behind her, glaring at the foreign devils with burning eyes.
Several foreigners saw Yang Lu coming in. One foreigner mumbled a few words, and then another foreigner directly pulled Yang Lu back and forth. Under the strong hands of the foreigners, Yang Lu didn't even have the courage to resist.
Then, the foreigner below him continued to whip and ravage Xiaolan who was kneeling on the ground. After a few times, the whip marks on Xiaolan's body became more and more serious, and even the skin and flesh were torn.
Yang Lu was desperate. She shouted outside: "Brother Biao, come quickly, we are going to kill someone!"
Soon, people came outside. Wen Biao came in with his two younger brothers. When he saw the situation in the house, he was stunned for a moment and then nodded and bowed to apologize to the foreign devils. Although Wen Biao couldn't speak English, the gray grandson's
This appearance also made several foreigners who were originally dissatisfied slightly nod their heads and continue to do outrageous things to Xiaolan excitedly.
Wen Biao, on the other hand, walked directly to Yang Lu who was caught by a foreigner!
"Papa!" Two real slaps were given to Yang Lu. Wen Biao cursed angrily: "Damn it, you stinky bitch, why are you howling? You are the one who offended these foreign dignitaries.
Again, I took off your clothes and threw them somewhere for the distinguished guests to enjoy!"
"Brother Biao, we are human beings. Look at what happened to Xiaolan!" Yang Lu still refused to give up and pointed in Xiaolan's direction.
Wen Biao looked back impatiently and saw a foreigner holding a big cucumber in his hand, walking behind Xiaolan, holding Xiaolan with one hand, and using the other hand, he directly used a bucket of cucumbers!
"Ah...ah..." Screams kept coming, and blood was flowing all over Xiaolan's body.
The foreigners showed excited expressions.
"Oh yeah!"
"Good!"
The eyes of several foreigners were as bright as wild beasts, and they seemed to be quite satisfied with the scene in front of them...
When Wen Biao saw this scene, he seemed to be unable to bear it, but he turned around and slapped Yang Lu again: "Damn it, she can't die!"
"You are no longer human! You are watching our Chinese women being tortured by those perverted foreign devils. Are you still a Chinese man?" Yang Lu went crazy. Faced with the torture of her sisters, Yang Lu no longer had any fear in her mind.
This word contains only the urge to kill these people and the despair and anger!
Yang Lu didn't know where she got the strength to break away from the foreigner's hand and rushed forward, kicking and biting the foreigner who was torturing Xiaolan.
But after all, she is just a weak woman. In front of these powerful foreign devils, she is like a crazy rabbit, but she can't bite anyone!
Soon, Yang Lu was caught by someone. It seemed that she could no longer see or hear anyone. She only felt that her clothes were being torn apart.
At this moment, Yang Lu only had one thought in her mind: living was meaningless. She had harmed her sisters and herself!
But just when Yang Lu was desperate, several people suddenly walked in at the door. These people were all dressed in black robes and masks, and they looked extremely scary.
But in Yang Lu's eyes, these mysterious people wearing masks and carrying terrifying auras were as friendly as relatives and friends they had not seen for many years. At that moment, she even forgot to cry, and just stared blankly at those unfamiliar people.
The foreign devils who treated them as human beings were knocked down one by one by the men in black robes and masks. The cold-glazed knife stabbed into the foreign devil's body. The sound of the knife piercing flesh made Yang Lu feel that it was the most beautiful music in the world.
Yang Lu stared at all this blankly, as if she was dreaming, so unreal, until a man in black robe took off his black robe and wrapped it around her naked body.
At this moment, she didn't have the slightest bit of shyness that a woman would have after being looked at nakedly. At this moment, her tears were finally released, and they fell like rain. There was humiliation and gratitude in them.
"Your Highness, that woman is dead." The man who took off his black robe walked to Xiaolan who was lying in a pool of blood, took a breath, and said to the man in a black robe and mask next to him who had not killed anyone just now.
At this moment, the man walked over, took off his black robe, and put it on Xiaolan, who had been tortured to death.
At this moment, the man took off the mask on his face, and Yang Lu saw that it was a resolute face, but there was an astonishing killing intent in his eyes.
The man stretched out his hand, closed Xiaolan's unblinking eyes, stood up slowly, and looked at Wen Biao and his two men beside him, who had already pissed themselves in fear.
The man's voice was extremely indifferent, as if he had no emotion at all: "You are not worthy of being a Chinese man!"
Immediately afterwards, Wen Biao, who was so frightened that his face turned green, suddenly opened his eyes and screamed: "Brother Hao, you..."
This was Fang Hao and the people from the dark group who came over. At this moment, Fang Hao's eyes were full of murderous intent, but his voice was very indifferent. He said indifferently to Leng Feng, who was dragging the black robe next to him but still wearing a mask: "Kill!"
Leng Feng nodded and gestured to the black-robed masks next to him, and these people rushed over instantly.
"Brother Hao, don't kill me. I'm from the Blood Tiger Clan..." Wen Biao didn't even finish his last words in his life. His throat was stabbed by a member of the dark group. The blood spurted out instantly and splashed some on a dark group member.
The member of the dark group said dissatisfiedly: "It's bad luck, my robe is dirty."
Soon a man in black robe walked in outside, and Fang Hao asked: "Have all the other foreign devils been killed?"
"There was another guy who claimed to be some kind of messenger, but he didn't kill him."
"Well, bring it here." Fang Hao said indifferently, with murderous intent in his eyes. Yang Lu couldn't help but shudder when she saw Fang Hao's eyes. But Yang Lu was not afraid, because this man named Brother Hao is a real Chinese man!
Soon, an older white man was brought in by two members of the dark group. When this man saw Fang Hao, his eyes instantly turned cold: "Fang Hao, you dare to kill my people, you are dead!"
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"Haha, do you know me?" Although Fang Hao asked, his tone was very indifferent.
"Hmph, who doesn't know the famous Fang Hao? But your death has come." The white man stared at Fang Hao indifferently.
"What are your identities?" Fang Hao turned around and sat on the sofa, slowly lighting a cigarette.
"It doesn't matter if I tell you, we are organized by Xingtian, so you won't live long, haha..." The white man laughed wildly.
"Oh, is it the Xingtian organization again?" Fang Hao frowned, then looked at Yang Lu, frowned slightly and said to Leng Feng: "Take her out."
"Yes." Leng Feng nodded and asked Yang Lu to go out. (To be continued)