After sitting for a moment, the man stood up, casually unbuttoning the top two buttons of his collar to reveal a hint of his collarbone and the faint blue veins along the side of his neck.
In his mind, he weighed Luo Huai’s value.
This Omega was good-looking, had a sufficiently sweet pheromone, and was willing to spend heavily for that woman. Once a guy like this was caught by his weak points, he would never have a chance to turn things around.
As long as Luo Huai was willing to stay by his side, he could let that Ji Chuli go. She was just a female Omega anyway, locked up in the first place because money had changed hands; being locked in a prison cell was all the same. Trading her for a young, pretty, easily manipulated young Omega was a deal that never lost money, no matter how you calculated it.
As for whether Luo Huai was willing or not, he currently had no qualification to refuse. His money was gone, and his sister’s life was gripped in the man’s hands. What other choice did he have?
The man temporarily couldn’t think of any risks. As he was meticulously plotting how to threaten Luo Huai in a moment, his phone suddenly rang.
He glanced over at Luo Huai on the sofa, saw that the person hadn’t woken up, and raised a hand to answer.
It was called in by the slightly more astute subordinate.
“Warden, someone is heading toward the private room. We tried to block them, but the man smiled and said he went the wrong way. However, the more I look at him, the more familiar he seems. It looks like… wait, it looks like the second young master of the Pei family from Hong Kong City.”
The man’s brow furrowed.
The Pei family.
The Pei family from Hong Kong City was not someone he could afford to provoke. Those two words placed right there were like a solid wall. He was used to walking unhindered in Binhai City, but facing the Hong Kong City Pei family, he simply wasn’t in the same league.
After pondering for a few seconds, the man helplessly closed his eyes.
“We can’t afford to provoke the Pei family, even this second Pei master who hasn’t accomplished much.” His voice dropped very low, his speech rapid. “Here’s what we’ll do: I’ll withdraw first, and you two enter in five minutes to bring him to the car. We’re heading back.”
“Understood!”
Finished speaking, the man cleanly hung up the phone and began to tidy himself up.
He buttoned his collar, smoothed out the wrinkles on his shirt, and gathered the few stray strands of hair at the back of his head to tie them up again. Raising his eyes once more, his gaze fell on Luo Huai on the sofa, lingering for a second.
Under the dim, yellowish lighting, Luo Huai leaned awkwardly against the sofa. The right side of his face was exposed to the light, while the other half was buried in his clothing, making him look just as helpless as before, pitiful and cute.
The corners of the man’s mouth twitched slightly as he turned and walked toward the back door of the private room. He pulled open the door and poked his head out to scan his surroundings left and right. The hallway was empty, the wall lamps glowing with a cold light, and there were no suspicious people.
The man slipped out, and the back door clicked shut silently behind him.
Five minutes.
Those two men pushed open the door of the private room right on schedule.
One following the other, the one in front carried a towel soaked in medicinal solution, while the one in the back had a dark coat draped over his shoulder, intended to cover the person up.
“Hurry up, hurry up,” the one in the front urged in a low voice, “don’t drag your feet.”
The one in the back let out a tsk. “What’s the rush? The guy isn’t going to run away.”
They walked up to the sofa, and the one in the front bent down, reaching out to grab Luo Huai’s arm.
Right at that moment, the door of the private room was kicked open from the outside.
The door lock emitted a harsh sound of metal deformation, and the entire door slammed fiercely against the wall, bouncing back half an inch before being steadily caught by a hand.
Iris slipped in, closed the door, and locked it from the inside.
The two men turned around simultaneously.
A person stood in the doorway.
Wearing a dark suit, his tie loosened halfway, the eyes behind his silver-rimmed glasses held only a spine-chilling, near-out-of-control coldness.
Pei Jiheng stood at the door, his gaze sweeping past the two men and landing on the unconscious Luo Huai on the sofa.
For just a split second, his pupils constricted violently.
Luo Huai’s wrist hung over the armrest of the sofa, his head tilted to one side, his lips parted slightly. The whole person looked like a discarded rag doll, without consciousness, without any response.
Luo Huai could look seductive on a hotel bed, act obedient at the Luo family, or exchange threats with him in a modest bar, but he absolutely could not look like this, lying there without a shred of vitality.
In an instant, something snapped inside Pei Jiheng’s mind.
“Put him down.”
His voice wasn’t loud, but it was cold enough to freeze someone to death.
The man in the front froze for a moment, then reacted, reaching his hand into the inner pocket of his jacket.
Pei Jiheng’s movement was faster than his brain.
He didn’t even realize he had drawn his gun. The moment his finger hooked onto the trigger, his sole thought was not letting that person touch Luo Huai.
Bang!
The gunshot rang out without warning.
And there were two shots simultaneously.
The first bullet was fired by Pei Jiheng, piercing through the shoulder of the man in the front. Blood blossomed in the air, and the man cried out in pain, tumbling sideways. The towel he was holding flew out, landing on the coffee table and knocking over the glass of champagne.
The second bullet was fired by Iris, striking the calf of the man in the back.
A heart-wrenching scream echoed inside the private room.
Pei Jiheng didn’t look at them. He strode forward, his leather shoes stepping over the blood droplets splattered on the carpet without a single pause. He squatted down in front of the sofa and reached out to probe Luo Huai’s neck.
His pulse was still there, beating a little fast.
Pei Jiheng’s fingers pressed against Luo Huai’s neck, feeling the warm blood flowing beneath that thin layer of skin. Only at that moment did he notice his own hand was trembling.
He had no time to ponder deeply. Letting out a deep breath, he pulled Luo Huai’s upper body into his arms, supporting the back of his head with one hand while the other swept past Luo Huai’s cheek, brushing away the stray locks covering his eyes.
Luo Huai’s eyes were closed, his eyelashes trembling slightly, before he suddenly burrowed deeper into Pei Jiheng’s embrace and grew still again.
Pei Jiheng looked down at him, his jaw clenched tight.
Behind him, the two men were still wailing, rolling on the ground while clutching their wounds.
“You, who the fuck are you? So bold!”
Another man grit his teeth hard, shouting to interrupt: “Second Master Pei! Don’t think you can do whatever you want here! This is Binhai City! This is Boss Zhao’s turf! Who the fuck do you think you are? Guanguan’s people won’t let you walk out alive!”
Pei Jiheng didn’t look back, nor did he dignify the two men with a response.
He picked Luo Huai straight up from the sofa, supporting his back with one hand and cradling the bend of his knees with the other. Luo Huai’s body felt as soft as a ball of cotton in his arms, his head resting against Pei Jiheng’s shoulder as his shallow breaths brushed past Pei Jiheng’s neck.
Pei Jiheng stood up.
When he reached the door, Iris was leaning against the wall, holding a gun and looking down without watching the person Pei Jiheng was carrying.
Pei Jiheng dropped a cold sentence, “Clean it up,” and walked out of the room.
As they stepped into the lobby, several guests noticed the commotion over here and retreated to both sides with low gasps, but the club staff had already received the news of the change in ownership at the earliest moment and bowed respectfully to Pei Jiheng.
Pei Jiheng turned a blind eye, carrying Luo Huai across the lobby, walking out through the automatic sensor glass doors and into the night.
Inside the private room.
“Damn it, making such a huge fuss to act all high and mighty, what the hell! You stinky bitch, you wait to die too!”
That man was still yelling wildly while clutching his shoulder wound, seemingly certain that club security would arrive to rescue him any second now. At the same time, he used his other hand to secretly fish out his phone.
Iris blinked, curling his lips into a smile as he cocked the gun and leaned in close to the man’s ear with a light chuckle.
“Let me tell you, the one just now was the new boss of Guanguan, so nobody is going to care about you guys anymore.”
Both men were dumbfounded simultaneously.
Iris burst out laughing at their expressions, aiming without hesitation right at the heart of the most arrogant man.
“Sweet dreams.”
Bang!
Bang!!