He Yingdong drove the car at full speed along the way, almost drifting on the road.
The old butler sat beside him, his face turning pale with fear. Just a moment of carelessness would lead to a fatal crash.
It was his first time seeing He Yingdong so insane.
So insane that he didn't care about his own life.
Half an hour later, he arrived at that chaotic and filthy place.
"Bang!" With a kick, he broke open the door.
In the dim light, Li Jiaqi lay disheveled on the floor, like a discarded rag doll, her messy hair covering her small face, blood staining the floor, while three men scrambled up from beside her, panic-stricken.
"Ah!!"
At this moment, He Yingdong was about to collapse, grabbing a chair nearby and smashing it at one of the men.
The woman he loved most had been violated like this.
He was on the brink of madness.
The chair legs smashed, and he raised his fists, using every ounce of strength in his body.
