"Cathy !" Mrs.
Lawson and Karen were scared and their face turned white with fear.
They hurried up to her side and protect her behind of them.
They broke in.
What's going on out there? Karen scolded, "You are too bold." The three men asked ferociously, "Are you his family?" Cathy's heart suddenly sank, and her scalp was numb.
These people, definitely not the keystrokes, were really persecuted by her father for revenge, with a strong hatred and determination in their eyes.
She panicked and hurriedly pushed Karen.
"Karen, take my mom out of here.
My family affair has nothing to do with you.
Don't go through this sewage." Mrs.Lawson cried, "Cathy !" "Karen, thank you for coming to see my father, but I don't want to bother you with these things.
Go back quickly." She gave Karen an urgent look.
If one of them can get out, they would be saved, or all three of them would have a trouble here.

How could they stand up to three middle-aged men? And she must not get her best friend hurt.
Cathy twisted and bit her lips.
She made up her mind, said to Mrs.Lawson: "Mom, you go out first, these three friends are probably the reporters interviewed, I will be here to accompany." Mrs.Lawson panicked, but still kept a little rational, trembling nodded, "all right, Ill pour you some water." Cathy curved her lips and held on to calm down and watched her go outward.
Her every step seemed to step on her heartstrings.
"Bang!" Just the last step, the door that opened a small gap was suddenly slammed closed, the man wriggled the lock, and the door was locked in an instant.
"No one's fucking leaving!" The three faces including Cathy's appeared dead gray, pupils tight.
"What are you doing?" Karen bit her teeth and stared at those people.
"If you kill us, you will be sentenced more serious than the people in bed.
There is no doubt about the death penalty.
You have to think about it.
" "Oh, the death penalty? If I don't kill him today, I won't go on this trip.
" A man in the middle smiled bloodthirsty and touched a dagger in his arms and hit the chair.

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For a moment, Cathy lost her blood on her lips, she tightly clenched fingernails which almost fell into the palm of her hands, her back was soaked with sweat, and the panic from bottom to top came to her forehead.
Looking at the dagger, she was trying to be calm.
There was a faint tremor in her voice."Calm down, let's make it clear, even if you want to kill someone, I want to know why, okay?" "My father is corrupt and heinous, and I have nothing to defend.
A few of you can break in indignantly and avenge them at the expense of death.
I admire it, but good and evil are rewarded.
I ask you not to hurt innocent people.
They have nothing to do with my father." "Cathy!" Mrs.Lawson could not stand it any more.
She took her hands and burst into tears.
"I'm your mother.
If something happens to you.
How can I live?" As soon as Cathy's face changed, she looked at her helplessly and painfully.
Mrs.Lawson protected Cathy behind her, crying and begging the people in front of her.

"I'm her mother, that's my husband in bed.
You want revenge for both of us, it's none of my daughter's business......" "Mom!" "Auntie!" "Die, I want you to pay for your lives." The man suddenly smiled madly and stained his eyes with blood.
"Bang!" At a close call, the door was suddenly kicked open from the outside.
"Cathy! "Angry yelling, the man has been kicked away by a quick kick before he has come from the crazy! "Don't move!" Then a crowd of guards swarmed in and quickly stopped them.
Cathy shook her soft body and was held up in time.
"Cathy!" Tyrone Raman's frightened handsome face was white and tight, and the green tendons on his forehead were almost broken.
He stared at her and quickly shouted to the outside, "Doctor!" "Cathy!" The room was in a mess for an instant.
And at this time，there were two figures standing at the door.
They were Mrs.
Raman and Marian Johnson.
At that time, the two had been admitted to the hospital, did not expect Tyrone Raman halfway out to stop them.
But no one would have thought that the delay on the road was a fierce battle between life and death.