บท 778: 393 Evil

An invisible oppressive force rushed towards them, almost suffocating.

That delicate white embroidered shoe was like a steel needle, piercing his bone marrow, grinding it ferociously. This kind of pain had reached the limit of the human body.

The man's face was distorted and vicious, and his forehead was covered in fine cold sweat, as if he had just been fished out of the water.

He no longer had the energy to think about anything else. The more beautiful the face in front of him, the more terrifying her soul.

"I... will... talk..." The man forced out two words through gritted teeth.

The young girl withdrew her foot.

The man coughed, about to speak when the sound of sirens rang out, followed by a group of police officers flooding in.

The man's face changed, and he suddenly shouted, "Murder, someone is murdering me! Help me, police...!"

Ming Jing's eyes were cold, sweeping across the man's face, but the man seemed to be emboldened, grinning at her.