"What happened in the battlefield?"

"Did you witness the execution of the prisoner?"

"What role did Lanli play during your return?"

"Someone condemned you for using your personal connections. What response did you have?"

"Is your escape from death based on the sacrifice of others?"

"Do you feel guilty for your survival?"

Buzzing!

Buzzing!

Countless questions were surging in the empty parking lot. There were only two paparazzi, but they created an illusion of ambushing on all sides. Under the clouds all over the sky, it became more and more depressed and heavy. Rolling thunder was brewing with a huge momentum, and suddenly burst out with a sense of apocalypse, and the uneasiness and panic were spreading in a vast way.

Run! Run! Run at full speed!

Lanli couldn't believe her eyes, and even more so, her ears. Those damn paparazzi dared to ask such incredible questions. Those disgusting paparazzi dared to encircle the innocent Edith like this. Those dirty paparazzi actually used such dirty methods. This was far beyond Lanli's imagination and broke the bottom line of professional ethics in the news industry.

Lan Li's mind was blank, she had no idea. She just followed her instinctively and ran forward at full speed, like a tiger going down the mountain, running forward without any hesitation.

Then Renli saw Edith in pain: she hugged her head tightly and pounced on the steering wheel, her body trembling slightly uncontrollably. The embarrassing and embarrassing survival instinct seemed to awaken the nightmare again, and the dream broke the reality and became reality.

Damn it!

Damn it, damn it, damn it!

Lanley roared at the two paparazzi angrily, "Get out! Get out!"

But both paparazzi refused to "obey orders", and the flashes continued to flash, like thunder, illuminating the haze of the sky. Their aggressiveness created an invisible cage, imprisoning Edith tightly, leaving her nowhere to escape and power to resist.

"Get out!" Lan Li didn't keep it anymore, raised his hand and grabbed a paparazzi's shoulder, pulled it back hard, and then the paparazzi was directly overturned like a broken doll. However, Lan Li had no time to worry about what the paparazzi was like, because then he sank his shoulders and hit another paparazzi, but he didn't expect to hit a hole directly.

The paparazzi slightly opened his position. When Renli rushed over, he took the initiative to retreat, staggered the first wave of attacks, and bought some time for himself. Finally, he successfully dodged Renli's second continuous impact.

Lanli's body hit the front of the car hard. The powerful and fierce reaction force made Lanli's shoulder muscles moan in pain. Even the bones could feel the intense turmoil and impact. However, Lanli didn't care at all. She quickly turned around and blocked the window in front of the car. She cut off the paparazzi's route to continue taking photos of Edith, and said viciously, "Get out! I'll let you all get out of here! If you dare to continue like this, I promise that I will make you worse than death!"

Just two short sentences burst out like a machine gun, releasing infinite energy, but in the ever-changing chaos, it was impossible to stop the other party.

The paparazzi who successfully dodged showed no sign of stopping. He raised his camera and pointed it at Renli, constantly pressing the shutter, still shouting excitedly, "Are you poked the wound? Are you angry now? Are you angry because your mask was uncovered? What are you hiding? Or are you also like those damn national borers?"

He is trying to anger Renly.

For all paparazzi, the dream thing is to be able to anger Lan Li, drag the elegant gentleman who is high above into the mud, let him completely abandon his gentleman demeanor, and completely embarrassed and cheaply struggling like an ordinary person. Although paparazzi tried to anger every public figure, being able to insult a saint is always particularly exciting, just like breaking perfection.

Lanli is such a special goal.

Today, he will succeed.

Those dirty words were still ringing endlessly, but after careful identification, they could not find any exact attacks and evidence. They were all just clichés, without any core or context. Even if Lan Li was in a rage, he would not lose his mind because of such clumsy means.

But at this moment, the paparazzi once again aimed the camera behind Renly, and the target was... Edith!

Hell!

"I'll let you get out!" Lan Li's nerves completely broke. He rushed forward with two big steps. He pushed the other party hard and threw him hard to the ground. He bullied him without saying anything. He suppressed the other party tightly, raised his fist high, and the powerful momentum that swept across the thousands of troops came roaring.

Seeing Lan Li losing her mind, the paparazzi couldn't help but feel happy. Looking at the world, no one could really anger Lan Li, and he would become the first one for the first time. He had completely forgotten that when Paul Walker was hospitalized, Lan Li suppressed the audience with only one person, but he didn't need to wait too long, because immediately, he smelled the breath of death.

In Lanli's deep eyes, he could not see any bloody smell at all. He was only calm and cold, as cold as the Arctic glacier, but a decisive aura burst out with a decisive aura, and rushed towards him like a blade. Only then did he realize what mistake he had made.

But it's too late.

The extremely tight fist hit like a rainbow, which made the paparazzi close their eyes tightly. However, the fist did not fall down as if they were imagined, but hit his cheek. "Huh!" The sharp fist wind slapped the cheek hard, causing a sensation, and it seemed that a muffled sound could be heard clearly, and then the cheeks and bones began to moan.

After all, Lan Li had a trace of reason left. He did not directly hit his fist on the head. Otherwise, he would not be able to guarantee whether he would smash the "water scoop" directly, but his anger could not be vented. He had to burst out, "I told you! Get out! Get out! Get out of your residue! Get out of you all the residue!"

One punch!

Another punch!

Another punch!

"You are all far away from my family!"

The heavy fist hit the ground hard, and a burst of blood began to spread and roll. The calm and dull depression burst out with a brutal and bitter coldness of blood, sweeping violently and violently, turbulently in my ears, and even the tremor of the ground could be felt faintly.

It's so scary!

Another paparazzi who had just been knocked away by Lan Li fell and finally found balance after falling backwards. He stood up again. Then he saw Lan Li rushing up like a bull, tangling with his colleagues, which made him unable to help but be excited: Are you going to witness history?

Fighting started! Fighting started!

The excitement of the full outbreak made him lift the camera and try to record historic moments with film.

But soon, the excitement was replaced by fear. He witnessed Lan Li punching down with his own eyes. Although each punch hit the ground, the general missed his face that was suppressed tightly, but his colleagues were completely unable to resist. He curled up under Lan Li's fist like an ant, trembling.

The cruelty and violent feeling was like a beast, spreading its teeth and claws through the constraints of space, and it rushed towards him in a rough and bloody way, making his knees start to become weak, as if he was the prey under the lion's claws. He even forgot to press the shutter, and the only idea in his mind was to escape, fearing that he would become the next target. But the problem was that he could not move his feet at all, his legs were like noodles, unable to exert force.

"Help!" He wanted to shout, but he couldn't make any sound. His throat seemed to be pinching tightly. He was witnessing the bloodiest and cruelest scene with his own eyes. His stomach began to roll, and the strong smell of blood continued to surging. Every pore could feel that kind of fear.

As a bystander, the paparazzi couldn't even close his eyes.

As the person involved, the paparazzi couldn't help but start to tremble.

But Lan Li still had no intention of stopping. He gritted his teeth tightly, clenched his fists tightly, and then smashed them hard towards the target.

The anger and sadness were suppressed for too long. Since Edith disappeared, it has been accumulating, but it has never found a vent. Those self-blame, those guilt, those worries, those fears, those sufferings, those fears, those fears, those little by little, like toxins, are changing him unconsciously, and also Edith and Arthur. Now it has finally been completely released.

"ah!"

A buzzing sound broke out deep in Lanli's chest, and all emotions were vented without reservation, from fists to roars, bursting into one. Finally, the fist was nailed to the ground hard, and the brutal waves raged like blades, as if they left wounds on the skin with the naked eye.

finally!

Lan Li finally stopped her fist, and the paparazzi lying on the ground slowly opened his eyes, and then he saw Lan Li's bloody fist in his eyes. The smell of blood came to his nose and easily stinged his nerves. But compared to his fists, what was even more shocking was the eyes. The cold and harsh eyes could not find a trace of temperature, which made people shudder.

what to do?

What should he do now? I am a fish on the chopping board. Now he is completely a fish on the chopping board. If Renli really smashes his fist, will he sacrifice himself for justice? Will he be willing to use his physical damage to create greater news? What should he do?
Chapter completed!