A blood hole was smashed open on Roland's head, and the black and red blood had already condensed, and he fainted.

Du Xiaoran threw her away with disgust, took out a handkerchief to wipe her hands clean, picked up the phone and sent someone to investigate Luo Anning's whereabouts.

Thirty minutes...one hour...three hours...there is still no news about An Ning.

Unsure who was the one who rescued her, Du Xiaoran was always worried. She had shed so much blood, how are she now?

Looking at the blood all over the ground, his heart suddenly tightened, he gritted his teeth, and finally pressed the number that he had remembered but had never called in five years.

"Young Master."

"Check me about An Ning's whereabouts, and I need to know the exact location in an hour."

"Young Master..."

"I will go back after this."

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"Du Xiaoran, where is An Ning people?!"

When Mo Qiange and Lu Momo arrived at the small hotel, there were only a few bodyguards who fainted and York Roland, and Du Xiaoran leaned against the wall with indifferent expressions, looking at the blood on the ground with a dazed look.

Du Xiaoran raised his eyes and then lowered his eyes: "I'm a step late, An Ning was rescued."

"Damn it!" Mo Qiange punched the wall anxiously.

"An Ning, you must not have something to do..." Lu Momo closed his hands and placed them on his chest and prayed. Seeing the blood, her heart was cold.

There were bursts of rapid footsteps coming from the corridor. After a while, Young Master Rong and Tang Chao squeezed into the small room. Fengye inspected the circle and did not find the target. He had a bloody red eyes and asked, "Where is Luo Anning?"

Du Xiaoran looked at the visitor and he was An Ning's husband, Prince Baina International?

Unable to help, Du Xiaoran looked at him with a hint of hostility. Mo Qiange stepped forward and kicked Roland, as if he was confused, and then added: "An Ning was rescued by someone."

Young Master Rong rubbed his eyebrows tiredly. The search for him for several days was almost exhausted. He never knew that his wife was so capable that she had caused such a big deal for him when he was not paying attention.

"A Chao, let's go."

Young Master Rong turned around and left, suddenly stopped at the door, turned around and looked at York Roland on the ground, and his thin coral red lips curled up a bloodthirsty and cruel smile.

"Xu Zhiyuan, give her the latest research n7. An injection."

Xu Zhiyuan's face turned stern, and then he bowed and replied: "Yes, Mr. Rong!"

n7 is the latest biochemical virus developed by Rong Shao's Secret Biochemistry Research Institute. Once injected intravenously, it will cause all the functions of the body to collapse instantly and suffer all the torture in a short period of time.

But the magical thing is that it will recover in one month and will relapse again after one month. The effect of one dose is 3 months.

After leaving the small hotel and getting into the car, Rong Yan leaned on the back of the chair tiredly, and his phoenix eyes slightly said: "A Chao, find Luo Anning as soon as possible, she can't have any trouble."

It is undeniable that the dark blood stain on the ground made him anxious.

With so much blood, for half a month, how seriously injured she suffered? Can she still survive after she shed so much blood?

Thinking of this, Rong Yan felt a swelling and pain in his brain, as if he was about to explode.

The Tang Dynasty looked at him thoughtfully. It was only the second time that he had known him for so long that he was so worried and anxious.
Chapter completed!