novelraw Chapter 273: The Debt She Owes, I’ll Repay (6)
Chapter 273: The Debt She Owes, I’ll Repay (6)
She didn’t know how much longer she could hold on.Just Fu Nancheng... why aren’t you here yet...
Her vision gradually blurred, and Qiao Mo’s thoughts began to break off intermittently.
Fu Qingrou’s gaze was indifferent as she looked at the trace of blood seeping from her calf, then turned to her subordinate and said lightly, "Tell me, at this rate, when will her leg break?"
The strong man’s heart tightened, and he stood in front of Fu Qingrou with his head down.
He turned to look at Qiao Mo lying on the ground.
"I’ll give you five more minutes, and if her leg is still intact, I’ll take yours." Fu Qingrou spoke softly, her tone light, yet it made the strong man break out in a cold sweat.
Immediately, the strong man gripped the iron rod in his hand more tightly, a sinister glint in his eyes as he looked at Qiao Mo.
The iron rod in his hand was raised high.
Qiao Mo’s heart tightened, feeling as if her leg was actually going to break this time!
Dazed, Qiao Mo couldn’t help but start thinking.
Being broken like this... should still be fixable, right...
At least... at least after a few months, it should still be fixable, right?
The iron rod, which the strong man was holding up high, suddenly fell down, to Qiao Mo, like the executioner’s axe raised high in ancient times!
Her heart tightened, and Qiao Mo abruptly rolled over.
With a ’clang!’ sound, the iron rod barely scraped past her calf and hit the ground heavily, making a piercing noise.
Qiao Mo let out a light breath... her whole body was sweaty, her eyes filled with tears.
Was she stupid for not dodging?
Looking at the small pit smashed into the ground, Qiao Mo’s heart trembled lightly.
If it had landed on her leg, not even both her legs would survive unbroken, maybe half at least...
She swallowed hard, meeting the predator’s gaze of the strong man, her throat growing parched.
The strong man stepped forward, once more walking to her side, stomping heavily on Qiao Mo’s arm, raising the iron rod again.
Qiao Mo tried to move...but she was no match for his strength...
Seeing the iron rod raised high, she felt dizzy once more.
It’s over, with this strike...
Qiao Mo suspected it wouldn’t just break her legs, but might flatten her into the ground.
At this moment, a ’bang!’ sound resonated.
The expected pain didn’t come; the rusty iron door was suddenly kicked open from the outside!
Qiao Mo turned her head and saw Fu Nancheng rushing in with several people, and she finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Fu Nancheng immediately noticed the iron rod raised high in the strong man’s hand, then saw Qiao Mo curled up on the ground, his heart tightened.
He rushed forward in quick strides.
Several strong men stepped up to block him; he kicked them down, and those who came along quickly stepped up to help.
He rushed to Qiao Mo’s side, bending down to pick her up.
Seeing her tear-streaked face and clothes, and the blood oozing from her leg, his heart stilled slightly, his eyes reddening.
"Xiao Mo... Xiao Mo!"
Qiao Mo slowly opened her eyes, the unshed tears still glistening in her eyes.
Seeing the guilt and regret in his eyes, she gently squeezed out a weak smile and said, "I’m fine, my leg is still here..."
His eyes slightly reddened, he pursed his thin lips, forcing a strained smile.
Qiao Mo also lightly raised the corners of her lips, weakly whispering, "Your smile is really ugly."
Fu Nancheng said nothing more, holding her tightly in his arms, his dark eyes deep and overlaid with a thin mist, the large hands holding her still trembling slightly.
With her face pressed against his chest, Qiao Mo found it a bit hard to breathe.
But feeling his tremble, his unease, she couldn’t help but gently hug him back, softly patting his back as if comforting a child, "I’m okay... really okay."