Pretentious

With a tooth-numbing click, the bodyguard's wrist drooped like a frosted eggplant. At the same time, he loosened his grip, and the steel pipe fell.

Just before the steel pipe fell to the ground, Lu Haiqiao caught it. Then, she quickly raised her hand, and the tip of the steel pipe was pressed against Su An's throat.

"Stop, stop, stop!" The cold steel pipe pressed against his warm neck. In the face of death, even Su An, who had been through a lot, couldn't help but tremble.

As soon as he spoke, the bodyguards stopped moving.

Except for the one lying on the ground and the one whose wrist was broken.

Lu Haiqiao raised the steel pipe and forced Su An into the car. "How is it? Are you still going to fight?"

Su An swallowed nervously.

Although he had long felt that Miss Lu wasn't a "weakling", he had never thought that she would be so fierce when she fought.