"Today, whether you agree or not, you have to hand it over. Give it to me!" Wu Zhongyuan suddenly made a move, darting toward Cui Wenyan and grabbing her wrist. Wu Zhongyuan was a Daoist who had practiced martial arts for many years and was very skilled.
Zhou Zhenghao was shocked. He knew Wu Zhongyuan's skills very well; he rushed to block Wu Zhongyuan in front of Cui Wenyan, but being a not-so-agile fat man, he was a step slow.
Ma Dong shouted, "Do not harm her." However, he did not stop Wu Zhongyuan, clearly agreeing with his plan to snatch Cui Wenyan's bracelet.
Cui Wenyan was both anxious and angry, and also afraid.
At this moment, she never felt the world to be so filthy and despairing.
Didn't these people in front of her know why her parents died? Didn't they understand?
They knew, they understood better than anyone!
But still, they wanted to take away the things her parents left for her.
They were more detestable than ghosts!
