The man looked at Huo Rou as she approached, his nervousness intensifying.
"You..." He licked his dry lips, his voice faltering as he tried to speak again.
"What?" Huo Rou asked indifferently, her eyes filled with restraint. "Can't speak now? This is a military zone, not a place you should be!"
"I, I just..." The man clutched the pocket in his hand tighter, retreating awkwardly as if trying to hide it.
The others, confused by the situation, watched as the old man’s sharp gaze softened into a timid, submissive look towards Huo Rou.
Huo Rou's gaze fixed sharply on the pocket he was trying to hide, her brow furrowed. Her hands clenched so tightly that the veins on her hand bulged.
Huo Rou, usually gentle, was now sharp and imposing, like a drawn blade.
Qin Ningyi keenly sensed that something was wrong, and Huo Rou's state was also not right. He took two steps forward, intending to inquire, but before he could get close, a burst of gunfire suddenly erupted from the military zone.
Amidst the fierce gunfire, Huo Rou looked at the man's face and felt as if she were drowning, unable to breathe.
She seemed to be transported back to that rainy night.
Through the glass of the building, the thunder outside could not drown out the sudden gunshots.
She watched as the most familiar figure slowly fell to the ground with the sound of the shots.
"I warned you!" Huo Rou's eyes turned red, and she suddenly grabbed the old man by the neck.
The old man instinctively tried to resist, but as he reached out to counter, he met Huo Rou's bloodshot eyes.
His fingers fell limply.
As if remembering something, a dark glint flashed in his eyes, and he completely let go of his strength, defenseless.
Huo Rou's grip did not loosen at all. In an instant, the old man was choked to the point of being unable to make a sound, his nostrils flaring.
"Huo Rou!" Zou Xiaoxiao, seeing the sudden turn of events, shouted from behind, "Let go!"
"Zhao Hengyu, who is that?" She had never seen this man before, but knowing Huo Rou, she knew she wasn't a violent person. How could she suddenly be choking a defenseless old man? "Is there something wrong with that person?"
"I don't know," Zhao Hengyu had also never seen this old man. It was just that his appearance was so peculiar that they had gotten out of the car to investigate. "Didn't we just see this old man?"
He was dragged by Zou Xiaoxiao as she ran to stop Huo Rou, looking bewildered.
"Huo Rou, let go!" Zou Xiaoxiao saw that Huo Rou was unmoving and grabbed her, "You're going to choke him to death."
She was frantic. Qin Ningyi, however, stood behind Huo Rou, seemingly intending to support her.
"Zhao Hengyu, hurry and help me pry her hands open. It'll be troublesome if she kills him!"
Huo Rou's grip was strong, and Zou Xiaoxiao couldn't pry her hands away.
Zhao Hengyu came to help upon hearing this. As soon as he touched Huo Rou's hand, she suddenly turned her gaze to his face.
She seemed lost in some emotion, her sweet face filled with chilling intent.
"Get lost." Her voice was soft, her tone hoarse with emotion, like a command from hell.
Zhao Hengyu stood frozen.
Then, both he and Zou Xiaoxiao felt a very light push and pull.
The old man's face was flushed from lack of oxygen, and the strength in his hands had weakened, but he still tried to push Zhao Hengyu and Zou Xiaoxiao away.
"Uncle!" Zou Xiaoxiao was very surprised. Was this uncle telling them not to save him?