"Just grab a few things and leave."
She saw Zong Fang approach the container with military supplies, casually picked up a bracelet and put it on his wrist, then strapped on a military belt. He then clipped two guns and a tear gas canister to the back of his waist, along with a dagger. Over his shoulder, he slung a submachine gun, rapidly checking the firearms and adjusting the scopes, his posture both professional and practiced. The belt pulled his lean waist tight, accentuating the man's sexy proportions.
"Why do you need all these?"
"Your lover is out there waiting to kill me."
Upon hearing his choice of words, she was momentarily speechless and asked, "Can you see what's happening outside from this space?"
"No."
"Then how..."
Zong Fang scoffed and cocked the gun single-handedly.
"Because if any other male dares to take you away, I will kill him. I believe Sikoses feels the same way."
Qiao Suisui's back stiffened, and she dared not respond.