My Billionaire Husband Claimed Me His Precious-Chapter 910 - 829: Escape

"Why did you bring her out?"

"She said she had a stomach ache and needed to relieve herself. I’ll keep an eye on her, you go inside and watch that person."

The man glanced at Qin Miaomiao and walked into the warehouse.

"What are you looking at? There’s a tree over there, go relieve yourself quickly."

Qin Miaomiao was pushed by him, stumbling to a small tree, her eyes couldn’t help but glance at the man watching her, "Don’t stare at me, I can’t relieve myself."

"Stop talking, hurry up!"

Rong Lan found a small blade for self-defense, and also found a stick longer than the previous one for protection. He was always in a state of tension and pressure, which made his already weak heart feel more and more oppressed.

He began to pant heavily, clutching his chest, feeling his heart racing with no sign of calming down. He suppressed the discomfort in his heart and muttered to himself, "Hold on a little longer, hold on a little longer..."

Rong Lan felt his body gradually getting out of control, and was also anxious about Qin Miaomiao’s situation, enduring the tachycardia and cold sweat on his forehead, he tightly gripped the iron rod in his hand.

"Someone is coming over."

Rong Lan pretended to place the cut rope on his ankle, lying on the ground pretending to be asleep, he heard footsteps stopping beside him. He then gripped the iron rod tightly.

"Sleeping at a time like this." The voice carried a mocking tone, glaring at the person on the ground in annoyance, then turned to pick up a teacup from the table.

In just an instant, Rong Lan stood up from the ground, grabbed the iron rod, and swung it hard at the opponent’s neck.

"Ah!"

With a scream, the man fell to the ground in pain.

Rong Lan didn’t aim for the most vulnerable spot, but seeing him rolling on the floor, he followed with two more dull strikes, and the man passed out. In his panic, he pulled a mask from the man’s pocket and stuffed it into his mouth to finish things off.

Sweat flowed in waves from his body, and Rong Lan felt as though dealing with one person had drained all his strength. Staring at the man’s eyes in a daze, he quickly adjusted his anxious state, and cautiously walked out with the iron rod.

Lu Qing quickly received a call from his assistant, saying that at a nearby gas station while refueling, the staff mentioned seeing two men wearing black masks refueling not long ago, and they didn’t seem like good people.

"Which direction did they go?"

Lu Qing’s heart was tightly clenched, hoping to find Qin Miaomiao soon to get her out of danger. He nodded while speaking on the phone, "I got it, keep tracking them, I’m heading over now."

The somewhat sleepy Meng Yan immediately perked up upon hearing Lu Qing’s words, glanced at the car keys and asked, "Are we taking your car or mine?"

"My car, let’s go."

Lu Qing was anxious, so he drove without considering Meng Yan’s feelings. Sitting in the passenger seat felt like riding a roller coaster, causing the usually undizzy Meng Yan to suddenly feel dizzy.

"Lu Qing, my life is in your hands now."

"I know."

Meng Yan saw he still didn’t slow down, and couldn’t help but look away. Although he understood that Lu Qing couldn’t wait to fly to Qin Miaomiao’s side, the current situation instinctively made him think of Rong Lan.

Compared to Qin Miaomiao, he was actually more worried about Rong Lan’s health. If Rong Lan’s body was as strong as Lu Qing’s, maybe they could find a good way to escape with Qin Miaomiao. But now, with no news at all, things didn’t look optimistic.