Chapter Eighty-Seven: The Mission of Da Zhu Tou

  The western restaurant was designed with glass windows on the east, west and south sides to provide a better view of the outside scenery, leaving only the north side as the backstage. Now, the transparent glass window that was originally used for aesthetics has become the best escape route for Feng Zhi and others.

  After a crisp crash, the glass window shattered completely. Feng Si Zhe grabbed Miao Zi Han's hand and pulled her out through the empty window frame. At the same time, Duan Yun Peng also grabbed a chair and smashed it towards the glass window, while grabbing Xu Na's hand and making a run for it.

  "Ah!" Miao Zihuan exclaimed, and was pulled out by Feng Sicheng. When she followed him running out from the glass window, she only then realized that Feng Sicheng was trying to escape, and suddenly she said angrily, "You're a big man, how can you not even fight back and just run away with your tail between your legs? How can you be so cowardly?"

  "Fight? We only have two men, and we still need to take care of you two women. The other side has more than ten security guards, and this is just the beginning. Soon there will be even more. What can we fight with? As for what you said about me being cowardly, if I were really like that, would I still be taking care of your business? Alright, hurry up and run! They've already chased us out." Feng Si Zhe had barely finished speaking when he saw several security guards jumping out the window and chasing after them towards his direction. Instantly, he quickened his pace.

  The security guard was just behind, and there was no time to get on the bus. For now, I had to shake off the security guard first. Looking around, I saw Duan Yunpeng and Xu Na running to the right, so Feng Sicheng pulled Miao Zihuan to run to the left.

  Feng Sichao's physical strength was naturally not to be underestimated, and if he wanted to escape, these few security guards would definitely not be able to catch up with him. However, Miao Zihuan was no match for him. As a girl, she didn't have such good physical strength. She had only run seven or eight meters when she suddenly fell to the ground with an "aiyo".

  "I say, young lady, what's wrong with you?" Looking at Miao Zihuan sitting on the ground, Feng Sicheng scratched his head in distress. Things had already reached this point; if they didn't run away, a fierce fight would surely erupt, and Feng Sicheng really didn't have confidence that he could protect a woman from being surrounded by so many big men.

  "I... I sprained my ankle, I won't be able to run." Miao Zihuan also knew that the situation was quite urgent now. If it were people like Rong Jian and Song Yiming, she might still be able to reason with them, at most bringing up her own father. But facing these rough security guards, talking to them about those things would be completely useless. In the end, she would inevitably have to endure a beating first, even if afterwards it could all be settled properly. But once she had been beaten, nothing could make up for that.

  Feng Sichu heard that it was a sprain, and he looked down to see that it was indeed the case. Miao Zihuan, because of wearing high-heeled shoes, suddenly lost her balance while running, and her ankle really did twist. The big red swelling that rose up explained that she wasn't lying. What to do now? There were pursuers behind them, and if they hesitated, they might end up getting a good beating before anything else.

  Seeing the security guard less than ten meters away, Feng Sichao gritted his teeth and squatted down to pick up Miao Zihuan with both hands before quickly standing up and turning around to escape.

  Suddenly picked up by a man, not even knowing the other's name, Miao Zihuan, who came from a very open-minded country like England, still couldn't help but blush on her face, "What are you doing? Put me down quickly."

  Feng Si Zhe, who was running with good luck, suddenly felt a meaty fist pounding his chest. Although it didn't hurt much, it was a bit like an itch. At this moment, such actions would also distract him. "Let you down? Of course, I can. But think carefully, if I let you down, those security guards will catch you. Then it's up to them whether they carry you in their arms or on their backs, or even hold you aloft - that has nothing to do with me."

  As he spoke, Feng Si Zhe pretended to put her down, which scared Miao Zi Huan. After hearing his words, she felt that if she was really thrown here, she would not have a good outcome. If those security guards caught her, her identity and background would be useless at that time. No way, she had to stay in his arms. Thinking of this, Miao Zi Huan used force with both arms and hugged Feng Si Zhe's neck tightly, looking like even if he wanted to put her down now, she wouldn't come down.

  Feng Si Zhe just wanted to scare her a bit, how could he possibly really let her down, if he were to let her down, then all his strategies for getting along with her would be completely ineffective, this is not something to be taken lightly.

  He picked up Miao Zihuan again and turned to run, but as soon as he did, he heard Miao Zihuan exclaim in surprise, "No good, they're catching up!"

  No, because of Feng Si Zhe and Miao Zi Huan's conversation, the bodyguards behind them were only three or four meters away. It seemed that with just one step forward and a stretch of their hand, they could reach themselves. And then, out of nowhere, Miao Zi Huan picked up something and threw it at the other person.

  "Bang!" The sound rang out, and although nothing hit anyone, it was enough to make them pause for a moment. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Feng Si Zhe turned around and ran away with Miao Zi Huan in his arms. As he ran, he couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness - that watch had been a birthday gift from Duan Yun Peng just yesterday, and now it was ruined after only 24 hours. It was worth tens of thousands of yuan, and he couldn't help but feel a twinge of pain at the loss.

  Just now when the situation was critical, Miao Zihuan reached out and took out this big brother from the pocket of Feng Siche's suit, which had been stuck with her for some time, and threw it away.

  "Ah, that seems to be a pager, not cheap." Miao Zihuan threw the thing away and only then remembered that it was probably a communication device, a pager. It was a new product at that time, and in 1991, it was considered a valuable item.

  "My dear sister, don't think too much about it now. The two of us are worth more than 200,000 to 300,000 yuan anyway." Feng Siche knew that feeling heartbroken was useless, the thing had already been thrown away, and the pager had fulfilled its mission of becoming a "big brick". At this moment, if he were to be stingy, it would only make people look down on him. Besides, with Feng Siche's current financial resources, one pager was really not worth much.

  "Hmm, not bad, at least not petty, can add a few points." Miao Zihuan heard Feng Sichao say this and suddenly forgot the unpleasantness from earlier, and instead began to give people scores in the warm and comfortable man's arms.

  Feng Siche let out a wry smile, "A thing worth 20-30 thousand is only worth ten points, and this score is also too expensive. Even if it's for the sake of getting into an ordinary university during the college entrance examination era, a difference of ten points wouldn't be worth such a high price."

  He thought of returning, but he didn't dare to be distracted, and with a big hug, Miao Zihuan flew away. One side was running with all one's might, the other side was chasing with all one's might, the starting point and mentality were different, plus Feng Sichao's physical strength was not bad, naturally opening up the distance.