You're dumping me, huh? Fine, then I'll just pick up the school beauty and make her my wif

Su Qinghe didn't dare to look back; she only had one thought in her mind—to run.

But she also knew that she could never outrun four wheels on two legs.

Sure enough, the sound of brakes soon rang out less than ten meters behind her.

Then came the sound of car doors opening one after another, followed by a series of footsteps.

One of the footsteps was particularly clear; Su Qinghe could tell just by listening that this person was rapidly approaching her.

Her opponent's pace was much faster than hers.

Despair and fear, like waves crashing in the distance, relentlessly battered Su Qinghe's heart, threatening to overwhelm her reason.

Her strength had been largely depleted in the fight with the three men, and her legs, which had previously been able to move on instinct, were now gradually becoming unable to move.

My breathing also started to become erratic.

Just then, the man finally caught up with Su Qinghe.

Then a hand reached out from behind and grabbed her wrist.

Su Qinghe staggered forward a step due to inertia, but was then firmly pulled back by that hand, forcing her to stop.

But almost the instant the girl was grabbed, her body began to retaliate.

She thrust her right elbow back sharply, aiming for the opponent's ribs.

My master once said that the ribs are one of the most fragile bones in the human body. If the angle is right, an elbow strike can make the other person bend over in pain.

But before her elbow could touch anything, a familiar voice suddenly came from behind her—

"it's me."

Su Qinghe's movements froze instantly in mid-air.

That sound...

She froze, as if she had been frozen in place, completely immobilized.

Su Qinghe slowly turned her head. The sunlight was so bright that she squinted. As her vision gradually focused, the face of a middle-aged man appeared before her.

He is around forty years old, with a square face, high brow bones, and strong cheekbone lines.

He was wearing a well-tailored black suit with the collar fastened tightly, and a silver lapel pin was clipped to his breast pocket.

He stood there, exuding an imposing aura without being angry.

However, his gaze towards Su Qinghe was not fierce, but rather contained a faint gentleness.

"...Master?"

Su Qinghe was greatly shocked.

The person in front of her was the only one who had offered her help during the month she spent wandering the streets.

After she was kicked out of the Su family by Su Daqiang's family, she was desperate and huddled in a corner of an alley waiting to die. It was this man who took her in.

Give her food, give her a place to live, and teach her martial arts and self-defense skills.

The reason she was able to fight back and kill Zhao Wenyu and those two thugs in the warehouse was entirely due to what her master taught her.

But Su Qinghe never dreamed that she would see him again in a place like Asia City, in this way.

"You...how did you get here?"

Su Qinghe's tone was full of disbelief.

Her mind was in complete chaos, a barrage of questions flooding her head, but she could only manage to utter this one sentence.

The middle-aged man released her wrist, then took a half step back, bowed slightly, and said respectfully, "Miss asked me to come and take you home."

Su Qinghe was completely dumbfounded. Miss?

Miss?

Take her home?

Which home should I go back to?

She only had one home, and that was next to Jiang Che.

Master should know this, right?

Su Qinghe opened her mouth, wanting to ask for more details, but the middle-aged man clearly had no intention of explaining it to her in detail here.

He straightened up, turned halfway to the side, and slightly raised his hand to gesture for her to get in the car. "Qinghe, get in the car first. I know you have many questions. Your master will explain them to you slowly on the way."

Upon hearing this, Su Qinghe did not move.

She glanced down at the chafing marks on her wrist from the cable ties, then looked up at the dirt road behind her leading to the warehouse.

Ah Che should be arriving soon.

She knew that A-Che would definitely come looking for her; even if the whole world couldn't find her, A-Che would definitely find her.

She had never doubted this.

"Master, I... I can't leave now."

Su Qinghe shook her head, then looked up at the middle-aged man with determination, "Ache should be on his way to find me. He'll be worried sick if he gets here and finds I'm not here."

"So I have to wait for him to come."

The middle-aged man raised an eyebrow upon hearing this.

Of course he knew who Jiang Che was.

In fact, it was no coincidence that Jiang Che was able to "just happen" to find Su Qinghe in that alley.

That was Su Qinghe's design, and as the executor, he naturally knew the whole story.

The middle-aged man paused for two seconds, then said, "Qinghe, Miss's temper isn't very good, so..."

His tone remained respectful, but the uncompromising nature of his words was quite evident.

"If it takes too long, she'll be unhappy."

Su Qinghe's lips moved slightly. Although she didn't know who that "Miss" was, her temper was none of her business.

But judging from her master's respectful demeanor and the obvious fear in his tone when mentioning that young lady, she could roughly guess that her master was now working under that young lady.

Her master had saved her life, so she naturally couldn't forget his kindness and put him in a difficult position.

"As for your boyfriend," the middle-aged man paused, seemingly choosing his words carefully, "I'll contact him later to tell him you're safe and sound, so you don't need to worry about that."

Su Qinghe stood there, her expression somewhat conflicted.

She doesn't want to go.

She wanted to wait for A-Che.

She wanted to see him with her own eyes, to tell him she was okay, to tell him she was fine, and to tell him not to worry.

but……

"Master," Su Qinghe bit her lower lip, "could you... call A-Che right now?"

"Just one phone call is enough. Let me say a few words to him, just a few words. I'll come with you right away after that."

The middle-aged man stared at her for a few seconds, then finally sighed softly, "Let's talk about it after we get in the car."

Although the words did not explicitly refuse, Su Qinghe understood that this was the biggest concession her master could make.

She took a deep breath and glanced back at the desolate asphalt road one last time.

There was nothing at the end of the road, only the heat waves creating a distorted layer of light and shadow above the road surface.

Ah Che... I'm leaving now.

You must come find me.

Su Qinghe silently finished speaking these words in her heart, then turned around and followed the middle-aged man toward the black Maybach.

The convoy started, turned around, and the sound of engines gradually faded into the distance, disappearing at the end of the asphalt road.