Chapter 522 - A Hopeless Woman (2/2)

Her head was in a spin, her hair was disheveled, and all she could hear was their evil laughter…

“No… Stop it… No, please…”

Someone slapped her across her face, and it sent her into a daze. Her face throbbed, leaving a trace of blood at the corner of her mouth. It broke down any resistance she had to offer as she just laid on the ground sobbing desperately. Tears streamed from her cheeks, and her makeup was smudged.

The five thugs gulped excitedly at the sight of the scantily clad woman on the floor.

They were so engrossed that they did not even realize they had been surrounded. One of the men got on top of her.

Suddenly, a cold, black muzzle was pressed against the back of his head, and the realization of what was happening instantly washed away any lecherous thoughts he had. The thug raised his head and found a group of soldiers in camouflage uniforms standing around him. He then noticed that his companions were also held at gunpoint and had lifted their hands above their heads, looking at him in horror.

“Gulp!”

The rebel thug gulped again and immediately broke into a cold sweat. A chill shiver ran down his spine.

The thug, who was atop the woman, stared wide-eyed in shock and slowly raised his hands up.

“How fu*king dare you bully the women from our Nation, are you tired of living?”

Kong Hongyun was so enraged that he slammed the buttstock of his rifle into the head of this thug.

Filled with rage, he used a large amount of force, and when the buttstock hit the thug’s head, blood spurted out, and the man was thrown off the woman’s body, collapsing in a heap on the dusty ground.

Jiang Zhiming quickly took off his camouflage uniform and covered the woman lying on the ground, helping her sit up. “It’s over, you’re safe!” he said, assuring her.

Hearing a familiar language, the woman opened her teary eyes in surprise. When she saw that there were markings of the Hua nation on their camouflage smocks, she cried tears of joy and threw herself into Jiang Zhiming’s arms, weeping uncontrollably. She was still in shock and was lost for words, just crying her eye out. What she had just experienced was like a terrifying nightmare that would haunt her forever.

Xiao Luo was the first to detect what had happened here, yet the last one to turn up. He thought that Jiang Zhiming and his squad were more than capable of dealing with the five thugs who had taken advantage of the war to commit this horrendous act. But when he got closer to her, he found that this woman looked quite familiar. “Are you… Tang Wantian?” he asked.

The woman was still in tears, nuzzled Jiang Zhiming’s arms, and when she gazed at him, she was shocked. “Xiao Luo?” she cried.

They stared at each other briefly in stunned silence. Xiao Luo never thought that he would come across Tang Wantian in Libya. He remembered the last time they met was at a class reunion in Jiangcheng last year. At that time, he recalled her telling him that she was a journalist.