I Went Viral After Dating a Superstar-Chapter 152 - 141: Captured

Lu Lizhe’s phone call was interrupted by sobbing sounds.

His whole body jolted, accompanied by the sound of something falling on the other end of the line, as he rushed back without hesitation.

He hadn’t gone far, just to the balcony next to the café.

Returning took less than a minute, but at the scene, he still only found the lone cell phone scattered on the marble floor.

It seemed to indicate that its owner had experienced a fierce struggle before dropping it.

Lu Lizhe felt a chill all over and cursed under his breath. East, west, south, north - at a glance, there was no one in sight.

The villain had finally emerged...

Fang Zongli never thought she would have such a day.

In the pitch-black compartment in front of her, the deep voice of a man wearing a duckbill cap drew closer slowly.

Although shrouded in darkness, she could still feel the evil smile on a face that seemed clown-like, causing her body to tremble slightly with fear.

"When did you notice me? When did you call the police?"

His voice fluctuated, sounding mocking.

Biting her lip in fear, Fang Zongli stammered, "Who are you? I don’t understand what you’re saying."

"Ha, interesting... Was it at the door the other day when you spotted me, and you immediately called the police? You were the first to detect me so quickly. The others are so dull, they always think they’re overreacting after being scared, and it isn’t until nearly a month later that they start to realize they’ve been targeted. But they can’t figure out it’s me. They think it’s a nasty neighbor, a boy who likes them, a colleague who’s trying to screw them over at work..."

"Then, as if they’re afraid of bothering others, they dare not tell anyone, dare not call the police, and can only handle it on their own."

"Or if they do tell someone, no one believes them. Instead, they suggest, ’You must have delusions of persecution, right?’"

"Hahahaha, too funny."

He let out a reckless laugh, as if mocking human nature.

Fang Zongli was tied up, her body weak and sore. She seemed to have had her mouth covered by him and inhaled various strange gases, and she had quickly passed out. Now, regaining consciousness, the weakness felt like she used all her strength with every movement.

He grabbed Fang Zongli’s chin, "But you were different. You knew right away and immediately called the cops. Then that silly policeman came. I really find it amusing. Each time I had to approach you more cautiously, observing you, waiting for the chance. Ah, this game is so much more interesting, and look, I’m still the winner. You belong to me now. What to do? I must take very good care of you. After all, it’s not easy for me to have you; I can’t let you die so easily..."

Fang Zongli’s eyes involuntarily widened.

Was she going to die? What would he do to her?

My God, she still had her whole life ahead of her; she didn’t want to die.

Yet, if it wasn’t just death, if he wanted to torture her...

She was so afraid of pain. What would she do...?

Maybe death would be better!

In her mind, countless thoughts flickered in a second, but the next moment, she felt him coming closer, laughing as he picked up a rattan from the side and struck her with it with a swift motion.

"Ah..."

The sharp pain made her cry out loud.