Divorce, I'm a fake double [Entertainment]

Along with the woman's hoarse voice, there was also the sound of a metal wire being inserted into the keyhole.

Lu Wanghe's complexion changed, and the worst guess flashed across his mind: The other party brought a lockpicking tool, and really wanted to take the risk of breaking the law to revenge Xia Ziying on his behalf.

"Brother Zhao, how long will it take for you to arrive?!" Lu Wanghe asked in a low voice while running quickly to the coffee table and dragging two wooden chairs behind the door.

"There's a traffic jam on the road, oh, blame me, blame me, I shouldn't be going out today! Wait, I'll call Mr. Fu, he must have a solution—"

There was a loud "bang", and the two heavy wooden chairs were pressed against the door, but they were still shaken loose by the violent impact from outside.

Lu Wanghe rolled up his cuffs, the muscles on his arms were tense and he closed the door tightly.The veins on the back of the boy's hands were slightly protruding and trembling slightly, so that no one from the outside could break in.

"Lu Wanghe, you caused my brother to be banned from the industry, do you think you can eat human blood steamed buns to get to the top?"

"You must have framed it on purpose. Relying on the fact that you have a financial backer, let my brother be a stepping stone for you!"

The woman outside the door sneered while banging on the door panel hard.

There was obviously more than one person who came with her, with the sound of a crash, Lu Wanghe gasped in a low voice, and the clean clothes he just took a shower and put on were soon drenched in cold sweat again.

If this continues, he will definitely not be able to support Zhao Yu's return.

Only 5 minutes have passed, and I can only hope that someone next door heard the movement and came to rescue...

Lu Wanghe tightly held the edge of the back of the chair with his palm, and his entire body weight was almost pressed against the door.

The cleanly manicured nails were fastened to the wooden board, and the heavy banging sound outside the door made his palms numb, and even the nails were almost broken, excruciating pain.

"Lu Wanghe, let me tell you, I'm not afraid of going to jail. When you dared to harm my brother, you should have thought that you would have today!"

"It's too late for you to regret it now, you owe my brother, I want to get it back for him little by little!"

Lu Wanghe bit his lower lip with the tip of his teeth, beads of sweat mixed with water droplets from his hair trickled down the line of his cheeks and into the skirt of his clothes.

There were at least three or four people banging on the door together, his physical strength was exhausted very quickly, and he would not be able to hold on in another minute or two at most.

Lu Wanghe gritted his back molars, cursed in his heart, suddenly let go of his hand fiercely, and withdrew sideways to the door, picked up the broom on the side, and removed the steel handle.

The people outside the door did not expect that Lu Wanghe would suddenly let go, and rushed into the door following the inertia, but was blocked by two chairs, and stuck on the door frame for a moment.

The leading woman seemed to be only in her twenties, with a good face, wearing famous brands, and seemed to be from a wealthy family.

It's just that the expression on his face is ferocious and crazy, and his eyes are full of insidious hatred, like a poisonous snake spewing out letters, which makes people feel chills when they look at it.

"It's him!" The woman pointed at Lu Wanghe, her long nails went straight to grab him, her voice was so excited that she almost changed her tone, "Hit me to death, I will be the one who is disabled or injured!"

Following her were two taller men. Seeing that the door was knocked open, they subconsciously wanted to reach out and grab Lu Wanghe.

Lu Wanghe kicked the wooden chair, the chair slipped, and slammed into the woman's knee hard. There was a muffled "bang", and the woman let out a scream and bent down in pain.

"Leave me alone, kill him! I'll give you double, triple, if you're disabled!"

The two men behind her looked at each other, their eyes sank, and they swore around the chair and rushed towards Lu Wanghe.

Although the broom handle in Lu Wanghe's hand was made of steel, it was a hollow steel pipe. It was okay to deal with one person, but it was extremely difficult to deal with two tall men.

"Damn it, looking at the girls chirping, you have a lot of strength!"

The man rushing in front was hit on the shoulder by Lu Wanghe, he gasped in pain, barely reached out and grabbed the steel pipe, and directed his companions while cursing.

"What are you still doing in a daze, go up and hold him down!"

Lu Wanghe suddenly withdrew the steel pipe in his hand, threw it out and hit the man on the forehead, forcing him to take a few steps back, clutching his head and screaming in pain.

After freeing his hand, he dodged to the side, twisted another man's arm with his backhand, pulled it towards him, and twisted one of his arms behind his back.

Lu Wanghe's forehead and temples were covered with fine beads of sweat. He just took a few breaths when he saw the man covering his forehead stand up unsteadily and rush towards him again.

In his hand, he took out a switchblade from his trouser pocket.

The shiny blade reflected a frightening cold light under the bright light.

Lu Wanghe's hands were almost exhausted, and Zhao Yu's panicked and urgent voice was shouting something in the mobile phone that fell on the ground not far away, but he couldn't hear a word clearly.

He staggered back two steps, and saw the cold light of the switchblade blade approaching his eyes in the blink of an eye. In the cold light was the man's frantic expression and the proud, distorted smile of the woman behind him.

"Hehe!"

Lu Wanghe's back slammed into the corner of the table behind him, but what followed was not the sharp pain that the knife blade cut through his flesh as expected.

The familiar deep and hoarse voice contained monstrous anger, and it rang in his ears like thunder.

A scalding temperature came from his wrist, pulling him to the side, narrowly avoiding the sharp blade.

Lu Wanghe flinched, and suddenly raised his eyes, facing Fu Jingmo's narrow, long and deep phoenix eyes, which seemed to be frozen in a cold spring, his eyes were cold, only when he was protecting him in his arms, there was a little tenderness at the end of his eyes just now.

The man with the switchblade missed one hit and wanted to swing the knife again.

Fu Jingmo protected the man in his arms behind him with one hand, grabbed the man's wrist with the other hand, twisted it violently, knocked the knife in his hand to the ground, then kicked his lower abdomen, grabbed his collar and The person fell to the ground.

The man's complexion suddenly turned pale, as if his ribs had been kicked, and he lay on the ground crying for his father and mother.

"Where did you hurt?"

"How did you come?"

The two asked questions almost at the same time, but before they could answer, there was a rush of footsteps outside the door.

Assistant Xiao Xu led a team of security guards who arrived late, quickly grabbed the woman who was trying to escape seeing the situation was wrong, and then pulled the two men from the ground in the room, and called the police.

"Mr. Fu, the police will be here soon. I have already called Manager Zhao to reassure him."

Assistant Xiao Xu looked around and confirmed that Mr. Fu and Mr. Lu were not injured, so he was slightly relieved.

"I never thought there would be such a lunatic...Fortunately, if something happens to you, Mr. Lu, Mr. Fu must have me skinned and cramped!"