Rebirth of Love: Jiang Ciyou's Counterattack Legend

Jiang Ciyou huddled behind a waste box, not daring to breathe, her heart beating wildly in her chest, as if it was about to burst through her chest. The warehouse was filled with a pungent smell of decay, and dim light shone through the narrow windows high up, barely outlining the vague figures of the killers. Her palms were already soaked with cold sweat, and every nerve was tense to the extreme. Her eyes were fixed on the door, and her ears were trying their best to catch even the slightest movement around her.

The killers were burly, with cold and cruel eyes. They moved slowly in the warehouse like a group of wolves looking for food in the dark. The weapons in their hands flashed cold light, which made people shudder. The creaking sound of footsteps on the debris sounded like the countdown to death to Jiang Ciyou.

Suddenly, one of the killers seemed to have noticed something, and his footsteps suddenly stopped. His eyes, which had been casually scanning, suddenly became as sharp as an eagle, and shot straight towards the box where Jiang Ciyou was hiding. Jiang Ciyou's breathing stopped instantly, and the blood in her body seemed to have solidified. She widened her eyes and bit her lower lip tightly to prevent herself from making any sound, but her body began to tremble uncontrollably.

The killer approached slowly, step by step, and each step seemed to step on Jiang Ciyou's heart. She closed her eyes in despair, her mind was blank, and only one thought kept circling: Is it going to die here today? The past flashed quickly like a revolving lantern, the humiliation of being betrayed by her husband on the wedding night, the warmth of knowing Lu Jingchen, the hardships of fighting in the business world... She was unwilling to give up, she still had too many unfinished things, unrevenged revenge, and the Lu Jingchen she loved deeply.

At this critical moment, a strong wind whistled past, followed by the dull sound of a heavy object falling to the ground. Jiang Ciyou opened his eyes in astonishment, and what came into his sight was Lu Jingchen's tall and resolute back. He was like a god of war descending from the sky, with a nimble figure and a burning flame of anger in his eyes. He kicked the killer who was approaching Jiang Ciyou accurately. The killer flew several meters away like a kite with a broken string, and hit heavily on a pile of abandoned shelves, which collapsed with a loud bang and raised a cloud of dust.

Without any pause, Lu Jingchen turned around quickly and protected Jiang Ciyou tightly behind him. He slightly turned sideways and used his broad chest to build the most solid barrier for her. He clenched his fists and took a defensive posture, watching the remaining killers around him vigilantly. Jiang Ciyou stared at him blankly, tears flashing in her eyes. At this moment, Lu Jingchen's figure was extremely tall, as if he was the only light in her world, dispelling all fear and despair.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here." Lu Jingchen didn't even turn his head. His voice was low but firm, like a huge bell ringing in Jiang Ciyou's ears. Those few simple words seemed to have a great force, hitting her heart directly, making her originally panicked heart find support and calm down instantly.

The assassins obviously did not expect Lu Jingchen to suddenly appear. After a brief moment of shock, they quickly reacted and fanned out, surrounding Lu Jingchen and Jiang Ciyou, with even stronger murderous intent in their eyes. Lu Jingchen showed no fear at all. He narrowed his eyes slightly, quickly scanned his opponents, and secretly assessed the situation in his heart. These assassins were all experienced in battles, and their neat skills and tacit cooperation showed that they were not ordinary people. However, Lu Jingchen had only one thought in his mind at the moment: to protect Jiang Ciyou, even at the cost of his own life.

One of the killers couldn't hold back and took the lead, waving the dagger in his hand and stabbing at Lu Jingchen's throat with a sharp gust of wind. Lu Jingchen's eyes were stern, and he dodged to the side, easily avoiding the fatal blow. At the same time, he kicked the killer's wrist, and the dagger fell to the ground with a "clang". The killer felt pain, howled angrily, and rushed again with his fists waving. Lu Jingchen was not in a hurry, blocking left and right, and after a few moves, he beat the killer back step by step.

However, seeing this, other killers joined the battle. For a while, the sound of fists and feet fighting and roars echoed in the warehouse. Lu Jingchen fought against many people alone, but he was not at a disadvantage. He was agile and cleverly avoided the attacks of the killers. Every move was fast, accurate and fierce, hitting the vital points. Jiang Ciyou was behind him, watching the battle nervously, her hands clenched into fists, her nails deeply embedded in her palms, her heart rose and fell with every move of Lu Jingchen, full of worry and anxiety.

But after all, two fists are no match for four hands. When Lu Jingchen was dodging an attack, he was careless and was hit on the back by a killer's stick. He groaned and his body swayed slightly. Seeing this, Jiang Ciyou exclaimed: "Jingchen!" Lu Jingchen steadied himself and turned back to give her a comforting look: "I'm fine, don't worry." But Jiang Ciyou clearly saw beads of sweat rolling down his forehead and knew that he was holding on.

Seeing that Lu Jingchen was injured, the killers attacked more fiercely, trying to take him down in one fell swoop. Lu Jingchen gritted his teeth, endured the severe pain in his back, and concentrated all his strength. He saw an opportunity, and suddenly lowered his body and swept his legs, tripping the two killers in front of him to the ground. Then he jumped high, punched out with both fists at the same time, and hit the temples of the other two killers heavily. This series of counterattacks was done in one go, catching the killers off guard, and finally a gap appeared in the encirclement.

"Let's go!" Lu Jingchen grabbed Jiang Ciyou's hand and rushed towards the gap. Jiang Ciyou followed him closely, and the two ran back and forth in the storage room of the warehouse. The assassins were chasing them relentlessly, and hidden weapons flew from time to time. Lu Jingchen protected Jiang Ciyou while blocking the hidden weapons with his arms, and several blood marks appeared on his arms instantly.

The warehouse was intricate and complex, like a maze. Relying on his memory, Lu Jingchen led Jiang Ciyou around, trying to shake off the killer. At a corner, they found a shabby little door. Lu Jingchen didn't have time to think about it, so he kicked it open and rushed out with Jiang Ciyou.

Outside the door was a narrow alley filled with garbage and debris, emitting a disgusting smell. Lu Jingchen didn't care about these things, and dragged Jiang Ciyou all the way. The killers behind him also chased out, and the footsteps were getting closer and closer. Just when they were about to run to the end of the alley, Lu Jingchen suddenly saw an abandoned factory building next to it, and the door of the factory building was half-open.

He didn't have time to hesitate, and rushed in with Jiang Ciyou. The factory was empty, with only some dilapidated machinery and equipment. Lu Jingchen looked around and quickly found a hidden corner, hid Jiang Ciyou behind a pile of large machines, and whispered: "Don't make a sound, no matter what happens, don't come out." Jiang Ciyou nodded with tears in her eyes. She knew that the situation was critical at the moment and she couldn't cause trouble for Lu Jingchen.

Lu Jingchen took a deep breath, adjusted his state, and then turned and walked towards the factory entrance. He decided to lure the killer away to buy more time for Jiang Ciyou to escape. Just as he was about to reach the entrance, Jiang Ciyou's suppressed crying suddenly came from behind him: "Jingchen, you must return safely..." Lu Jingchen paused, his heart warmed, and turned back to give her a firm smile: "Don't worry, wait for me." After that, he resolutely turned around and walked towards the killer.

The killers rushed into the factory and saw Lu Jingchen standing there alone. They were stunned at first, then scattered and approached him cautiously. Lu Jingchen's eyes were cold and his whole body exuded a murderous aura. He stretched his muscles slightly, ready to face this life-and-death battle.

A killer approached from the side and tried to attack Lu Jingchen. Lu Jingchen seemed to have eyes on his back. He dodged to the side and reached out to grab the killer's arm. He twisted it hard, and with a "click", the killer's arm was dislocated and he screamed. Seeing this, the other killers rushed forward. Lu Jingchen struggled hard in the crowd. He had several more wounds on his body and blood stained his clothes red, but he never fell down.

Jiang Ciyou hid behind the machine, tears streaming down her face. She listened to the fierce fighting outside, and her heart felt like it was being stabbed by thousands of needles. She hated her own incompetence, unable to help Lu Jingchen share the danger, and could only worry here. She prayed silently, hoping that God would bless Lu Jingchen to be safe.

Just when Lu Jingchen was gradually exhausted and about to collapse, a siren suddenly sounded outside the factory. It turned out that the people Lu Jingchen had arranged in advance arrived in time and called the police. When the killers heard the sirens, their faces changed drastically, knowing that the situation was hopeless, they fled in all directions.

Lu Jingchen breathed a sigh of relief, his legs went weak, and he almost fell to the ground. He forced himself to walk towards where Jiang Ciyou was hiding. Jiang Ciyou heard the noise and ran out in a hurry. Seeing Lu Jingchen covered in blood, her tears burst out and she ran over and hugged him tightly: "Jingchen, you scared me to death..." Lu Jingchen smiled weakly: "I said, I will protect you..." After that, his eyes went dark and he fainted.

Jiang Ciyou was panicked. She desperately shook Lu Jingchen's body and called out his name. Fortunately, the ambulance arrived soon, and the medical staff carried Lu Jingchen on a stretcher and sent him to the hospital. Jiang Ciyou followed all the way, her heart full of self-blame and regret. She secretly swore that from now on, she would never let Lu Jingchen get hurt again, and she would go through every difficulty in the future with him, regardless of life or death.

Outside the emergency room of the hospital, Jiang Ciyou paced back and forth anxiously, twisting her hands. Her face was covered with tears, and her eyes were filled with endless worry. Every passing minute and every second seemed to be tormenting her heart. She had never been so afraid of losing someone as she was at this moment. Everything around her seemed to be still. In her world, there was only the closed emergency room door and Lu Jingchen, whose life or death was unknown behind the door.

After an unknown amount of time, the door of the emergency room finally opened slowly and the doctor came out. Jiang Ciyou rushed forward and asked in a trembling voice: "Doctor, how is he?" The doctor took off his mask and sighed slightly: "The injured person has multiple injuries and lost too much blood, but fortunately he is not in danger of life. He needs to rest well next." Jiang Ciyou felt relieved, her legs softened, and she almost collapsed to the ground. She looked at the doctor gratefully: "Thank you, thank you..."

Later, Lu Jingchen was transferred to the general ward. Jiang Ciyou stayed by his bed, holding his hand tightly, her eyes never leaving his face. She looked at his pale face, her heart full of heartache. Recalling the thrilling scene in the warehouse, Lu Jingchen stood up to protect her without hesitation. This deep friendship will be unforgettable in her life.

Jiang Ciyou gently stroked Lu Jingchen's forehead and murmured to himself: "Jingchen, you must get better soon. We still have a lot of things to do and a long way to go..."

She knew that from this moment on, her heart was completely open to Lu Jingchen, without any hesitation or reservation. In the face of life and death, all the past entanglements became insignificant. She only wanted to spend the rest of her life with the man in front of her. No matter how many storms there were in the future, she would never let go of his hand again.