him with a hand fan, seemingly engaged in conversation with Old Master Fu. 。Fu Mo's tall figure, the moment he appeared at the door, immediately caught the attention of the three people. 。Zhang Bo...Meanwhile, a dark shadow quickly appeared behind Fu Mo Han.

The robber, who had just been kicked by Fu Mo'han, recovered after a moment and was filled with rage. He took out the foldable knife from his pocket, got up from the ground, and charged towards Fu Mo'han, stabbing at him.

With a flash of fire, Fu Mo'han swiftly moved to the side, dodging his attack with incredible speed and retaliated by kicking.

However, the robber as if had guessed Fu Mochen's actions, his body dodged extremely to the side, avoiding Fu Mochen's kick.

The knife in his hand still thrust forward, the target seemingly Lin Jinyu sitting in the car.

Lin Jin was strapped into his seat and couldn't move an inch. He watched helplessly as the robber's knife came hurtling towards him.

She panicked, squeezed her eyes shut, and screamed, "Ah!!"

There was no pain as imagined, followed by a muffled cry and the sound of something heavy hitting the ground.

Lin Jinran's eyes opened in a daze, staring blankly at everything before her. The robber who had just tried to mug her was lying on the ground, unconscious at some point.

The robber still gripped the knife tightly in his hand, clutching his abdomen, his eyes bloodshot with a fierce, monstrous look. He glared at Fu Mo寒 through gritted teeth.

Fu Mo Han stood by the passenger side door, his hand waving casually.

The car door slammed shut.

He glanced at his right hand, a gash nearly the length of a palm on the back of his hand, bleeding profusely and most alarmingly.

That wound, he received it while rushing forward with his bare hands to save Lin Jinran just now. The robber seemed to know he would come charging in.

The blade swerved directly towards him. Even with Fu Mochen's agile movements, he was grazed by the tip of the knife. He retaliated with a forceful kick, sending the robber crashing to the ground.

Fu Mo's cold and stern face was directed towards the direction of the robber, his black eyes like a bottomless pool.

Lin Jin, who was behind him, didn't know that he was injured. She nervously clung to the car door and suddenly turned her head around, trying to find something in the car that could protect Fu Mo Han.

His gaze swept around, but he couldn't find anything. He saw Fu Mochen's phone and tremblingly took it over before immediately dialing the police.

At this time, outside the door, a fierce battle had already begun, and the ferocity belonged solely to the robbers. Fu Mo Han leisurely strolled about like he was out shopping.

Every time, he skillfully dodged the robber's attacks and gave him a kick.

In just a few moments, the robber was sweating profusely, lying on the ground gasping for air, not sure if it was from exhaustion or pain.

The knife in his hand was also kicked by Fu Mochen's long legs onto his wrist, flying out.

Fu Mo'han aside from his right hand being injured, the whole person didn't look like he had just been in a fight.

He looked down at him from above, like he was looking at an ant on the brink of death. The smile on his lips grew colder and colder, “Want to fight”

The entire person was like a Shura from hell, dark and terrifying.

The robber, fear contorting his face, shook his head and mumbled through blood-stained lips, "No, I won't."

At the same time, the sound of police cars arrived, and half a minute later the police surrounded and controlled the robber.

Lin Jin was in pain, but she couldn't care less. She unbuckled her seatbelt as fast as she could and jumped out of the car, running to Fu Mo Han's side.

She had been in the car just now, paying close attention to his condition. She also saw the bright red color on the back of his white hand when he turned around.

From afar, it wasn't very clear. Up close, my mind exploded, "You're hurt!"r into the bathroom, his hand on her waist withdrew a towel and tossed it to the floor, carefully setting her down. 。Two feet as white as jade stood on the bath towel, her body's weight pressed down,...