Zhu Dachang, stout as a pig, excitedly and greedily sprawled on top of Mu Anran.
His rough fingers, like cold snakes, instilled fear.
The greasy smell made one nauseous and want to vomit.
She wouldn’t end up so pitiful, would she?
She just wanted to save her brother, why was it so hard!
“Help!”
“Save me…”
The young girl’s sobbing sounded pitiful and helpless.
But no one around offered a helping hand.
Some were even rubbing their hands in anticipation, waiting for Zhu Dachang to finish before having their turn.
Tears of despair silently rolled down her cheeks.
Mu Anran huddled miserably, wrapping her head in her arms, her body shrunken as small as it could be.
Suddenly—
With a “bang,” the door of Prince’s private room was violently kicked open from the outside.
Everyone was startled and turned around to see dozens of sunglasses-wearing bodyguards entering in rapid succession, quickly blocking the private room’s door.
These men didn’t seem like regular bodyguards, but rather like warriors bathed in blood, emanating an air of deadly seriousness.
The rich second generations hadn’t seen such a scene before and were frightened, retreating to the corner of the room.
Zhu Dachang’s pleasure was interrupted, and he immediately became furiously embarrassed, “Which blind son of a bitch dares to ruin my fun!”
As he finished speaking, a sequence of firm footsteps was heard, followed immediately by a tall and imposing figure, like a hero or a god, appearing at the doorway.
Mu Anran looked towards the door, her vision a bit blurry, but she still felt that the figure seemed familiar.
Until he strode up to her.
The overwhelming presence hit her face, still that incredibly handsome face, but the coldness in his eyes was terrifying.
How could it be him?
And why did he look so angry?
Mu Anran said fearfully, “You, you…”
“Shut up!” Yu Lingqian commanded coldly.
Mu Anran was drenched, but half of her face was swollen significantly.
Her top, barely covering her body, was also torn, revealing half of her shoulder.
His icy hand touched her chin, making Mu Anran shudder, the sinister look on Yu Lingqian’s handsome face deepened, “Who did this?”
Mu Anran was too shocked to speak clearly at the moment.
Zhu Dachang rushed over, “What’s the matter, I did it.
Not only do I want to hit her, I want to sleep with her, let others sleep with her after I’m done.
What about it, who the fuck are you to act wildly in my place, without even asking who my dad is!”
A string of provocations left Shen Muchen, who was standing outside watching the spectacle, utterly stunned.
He had lived for over twenty years and had never seen anyone dare to talk to the Boss like that.
Yu Lingqian’s eyes, deep as the Cold Pond, stepped forward and directly kicked Zhu Dachang in the stomach.
The kick was so powerful that it sent him flying across the room, crashing heavily against the wall, then tumbling to the ground.
“Ah!” Zhu Dachang howled in agony, curling up in excruciating pain, clutching his belly.
Even then, he still hadn’t learned his lesson, lying on the ground sweating profusely, his eyes red as he yelled at Yu Lingqian, “Bastard, you dare hit me?
In the whole of C City, no one dares to touch me, you dare!”
The pressure around Yu Lingqian was extremely low as he walked up to Zhu Dachang, still silent.
He lifted his right leg and with a force of a thousand jun crushed down on Zhu Dachang’s right wrist.
Another howl was heard, and one could even hear the sound of bones shattering.
The rich second generations were already scared out of their wits.
The man before them had a too commanding presence and a terrifying gaze.
None of them knew his identity, nor did any of them dare to stand up for Zhu Dachang at that moment.
“Bastard…” Zhu Dachang’s face turned white with pain, beads of sweat as large as beans appeared.
Unable to overpower this man, he shifted all his anger towards Mu Anran, “You stinking bitch, I’ll sell you to a brothel, to be ridden by thousands!”
Seeing Mu Anran’s terrified eyes, a wild and sinister fierceness instantly flared up in Yu Lingqian.
His gaze hardened, and without a word, his black boots harshly stomped on Zhu Dachang’s privates.
“Ahhhh!” A heart-wrenching scream instantly filled the private room, and Zhu Dachang, in agony, blacked out immediately.
Yu Lingqian ground his foot down to ensure Zhu Dachang’s thing would be useless, then retracted his leg.
At that moment, a soft little hand grasped his left hand.
Yu Lingqian turned around, the coldness in his eyes reflecting Mu Anran’s flushed face, “Save, save me…”
Her eyes were hazy, even her forehead was sweating, and the hand that held his was exceptionally hot.
Damn, had these bastards drugged her?
Yu Lingqian bent down and effortlessly scooped Mu Anran into his arms.
The familiar scent of the man, along with the strong hormonal fragrance enveloping her, made Mu Anran’s hanging heart inexplicably drop back into her stomach.
What was happening?
How did this man know she was here?
Moreover, he had actually come specifically to save her.
This scene allowed Mu Anran to witness Yu Lingqian’s decisive killing, his ruthless cruelty, and she grew increasingly fearful of this man.
A voice inside her head kept warning her: This man was dangerous, and it was best not to provoke him.
But…
Why did her mind think she should stay away from him, yet her body simply wouldn’t comply?
A pair of burning hands reached for his slightly cool chest, seeking to alleviate the burning sensation within…
Wrapping his suit around the little figure, Yu Lingqian carried her and walked straight towards the exit.
When he reached Lu Feng, his steps finally paused.
His cold voice was as if coming from Hell, “These people, I never want to see them in C City again.”