Chapter 353

n door of the helicopter struck the railing, sending sparks flying.The helicopter's door swung open, revealing four snipers armed with state-of-the-art sniper rifles.Just then, the iron gate creaked o...Seeing Fu Yan run away, Luna finally felt at ease. She held her gun and ran towards the garden, deliberately making noise to draw their attention.

As expected, the few people who came up and down the stairs were attracted to her.

In the darkness, Fu Yan ran desperately towards the side door. The howling wind seemed to want to slice her ears off, but she dared not stop. Her momentary safety was what Luna and the others had fought for, she absolutely couldn't get hurt.

She was going to call Fu Hánlīn and ask him to send someone to support Lú Nà and the others.

She ran forward, her heartbeat almost imperceptible. She felt like she was floating.

She deliberately avoided areas that were slightly brighter, reducing the chances of being seen.

They ran out the side door, and three black sedans were parked on the other side of the street. A group of people quickly got out of the cars.

Suddenly, someone pointed in her direction and shouted in French, "There she is!"

Her heart pounded as she glanced down both sides of the street. She didn't care about anything at this moment, and turned around quickly to run in the opposite direction.

To crowded places!

Luna's words still echoed in my ears.

While panting, Fu Yan ran forward, analyzing the fork in the road ahead.

Next to it is Bahnhof Street. During the day, there would definitely be a lot of people here, but now that it's night, almost all the shops on this street are closed.

She can't go down that street.

Footsteps behind her grew closer, and Fu Yan's heart hammered in her chest, as if it would burst through her ribs.

At the bend, she quickly shed her light-colored down jacket and tossed it toward the other side of the fork in the road, then ducked into an alleyway beside a nearby shop.

In a foreign land, she couldn't rely on shopkeepers to help her call the police for help. Those people would catch up to her quickly, and before she could even finish speaking, they might take her away.

Things that are too adventurous shouldn't be done.

She stood quietly and watched as those people ran in the other direction, their footsteps suddenly ceasing.

Someone picked up the down jacket from the ground and said something in French that Fu Yan couldn't understand, but the tone of voice was much gentler than the person who had broken into the house before.

But whether one's tone is gentle or not should not be used as a standard for judging whether someone is good or bad.

The other party wanted to grab her and even used firearms.

Fu Yan felt a chill run down her spine.

As those people ran in the direction she expected, she came out of the alley. But before she could even take out her phone, someone shouted!

"She's over there!"

Fu Yan's whole body stiffened, and she immediately took off running, getting faster and faster. Suddenly, a sharp pain struck her abdomen.

This place used to be a private event space, Luna told me. It was used by some prominent families in Zurich for their events.

From afar, Fu Yan heard music. Someone was holding a ball.

A black, elongated Lincoln was parked on the roadside. A man in a black suit got out of the car. The man was tall and straight, his long legs encased in tailored trousers, striding with a steady and powerful gait.

The man's face was covered in a silver mask, revealing a sharp jawline, fair skin, and a high nose bridge. Every detail radiated an air of refined elegance.

Fu Yan seemed to have grasped a lifeline, clutching her abdomen and running stumblingly towards him.

She took off her down jacket, and she also lost one of her shoes.

The sheer cotton skirt made her look thin and fragile.

She didn't see the moment the man's gaze fell on her, his eyes churning like a tempestuous sea, nor did she notice the hand hanging at his side trembling slightly.

She pieced together a sentence in the few French words she knew, "Monsieur, help me!"

Suddenly, that elegant man grabbed her wrist and pulled her into his arms. He took off his mask, revealing a pair of eyes like obsidian, beautiful as the cold stars in the sky.

But the prick brought a sudden pallor to Fu Yan's face, leaving her speechless. "Huo..."ke him happy, she treated herself like a gift. That night, he unwrapped her "gift" piece by piece, almost killing himself in the process.He was prejudiced and assumed that her favoritism was for the s...