CHAPTER 867: CHAPTER 867 THE DESPICABLE HAVE THEIR TORMENTORS (1)

Their side captured Xiaotang, they wouldn’t keep him hidden forever. They would either propose conditions to Gan Yuan and the others or take the child away as soon as possible. It’s impossible to leave him here...

And Qian Xueying, if they wanted to use her, they wouldn’t let her die. So, where is she?

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Meanwhile, Qian Xueying, who had been unconscious for several hours, finally woke up from her slumber.

She opened her eyes once again, and what greeted her was a strange face.

It was a man’s face, his gray eyes filled with an ambiguous smile.

"You!"

She immediately became furious and waved her hand to try to strike the man away. But halfway up, the wound already pulled painfully, and she fell back weakly onto the pillow.

"Little girl, you have quite a temper!"

The man increased the force of his hand, causing Qian Xueying’s temples to throb in pain.

Surveying her surroundings, she immediately noticed another man sitting on the nearby sofa.

Both of them were around thirty years old. Judging by their posture, they seemed to be military men.

"Who... who are you people?"

Enduring the pain, she frowned and inquired.

All she remembered was escaping from the Duke Residence yesterday and then being taken away by someone. She had no idea who these people were or what their motive was.

Qian Xueying cried out in pain again, making the guy sitting beside her laugh heartily.

"Take your dirty hands off!" Qian Xueying struggled to sit up, "Or else..."

The man sneered and pinched the tender flesh on her leg, "Or else what?"

Before her father’s incident, Qian Xueying was a pampered young lady, always answered to by others. Later, she caught the eye of Duke Locke and became a young mistress in his residence. She had never suffered such humiliation.

In a fit of rage, she ignored the pain, violently kicked the man away, grabbed a pair of scissors from the tray on the table, and pounced on him. The scissors’ tip ruthlessly stabbed toward his throat, but the man defended with his hand, and the scissors embedded into his arm instead.

Having missed the mark, Qian Xueying quickly grabbed the man’s gun and aimed it at the other man.

Before she could aim properly, the man she had grabbed already punched her in the wound, causing excruciating pain, and she screamed as she was flung aside.

Her body hit the nightstand. The medicine and tray on top of it clattered to the floor, and blood began seeping through the bandages on her wound.

The two men immediately grabbed their guns and pointed them at her, closing in together.

Qian Xueying gripped the scissors tightly and curled up.

Bang!

The door was pushed open, and Sam rushed in with big strides.

"What’s going on?"

"Damn it..." The guy whom Qian Xueying stabbed with the scissors cursed furiously and kicked her hard, "This bitch stabbed me?"

Sam frowned and walked over, looking at Qian Xueying clutching the scissors on the floor.

"Qian Xueying, you better behave!"

"You..." Qian Xueying raised her hand to her chest, glancing at Sam, vaguely feeling that he seemed familiar but couldn’t recall from where, "Who are you?"

"Miss Qian Xueying, don’t you remember me?" Sam bent down, pinching her chin, "I have a profound impression of you, Miss Locke!"

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Editor’s special note: Heavy content ahead, those with weak adaptability please skip the next Chapter