A chill swept over Xia Xunqian’s body. The boy’s face was filled with fear and shock, and a flash of shame and anger made his eyes redden.
There were six strong men here; Xia Xunqian was like a fish on a chopping board, at their mercy.
He looked at them with contempt, their fierce faces reflected in his sharp, bright eyes.
Xia Xunqian didn’t call for help—that would only make Xia Li mock him. He knew he couldn’t escape.
The cold ground pressed against his back, sending shivers through his bones. Xia Xunqian’s eyes glinted with icy determination.
He had a knife in his pocket; it was a habit he had kept for years.
Suddenly, Xia Xunqian pulled out the folding knife and, with his fingertip, slashed at the men in front of him!
In an instant, two men holding him were cut: one had a gash on his arm, the other across the side of his face!
Xia Xunqian showed no mercy; his eyes were merciless, determined to fight to the end.
“Ah!” The man with the cut arm shouted in pain. “Shit! He’s got a knife!”
The next second, the man with the cut face grabbed the knife from Xia Xunqian’s hand.
“How dare you slash me!” His face twisted in rage, the blood dripping from the wound making him look terrifyingly gruesome.
“Shh…!” Another ripping sound—the clothes on Xia Xunqian’s chest were torn apart. The few strips of fabric barely covered his fair, pale chest.
“Mm…” Xia Xunqian groaned.
He instinctively raised his hands to protect himself and stumbled back, panic in his eyes.
The man with the cut face clearly had no intention of stopping.
He slammed the knife’s back against Xia Xunqian’s face. The cold metal made Xia Xunqian tense up completely.
“You slash me once, I slash you back. That’s fair, right?” The blood from his wound dripped onto Xia Xunqian’s face.
Xia Xunqian’s breathing quickened, his fingers clutched tightly, red veins filling his eyes.
At his lowest point, all Xia Xunqian had left was his face.
The man lunged with the knife. Xia Xunqian turned his head and closed his eyes.
Pain twisted every feature on his face, and his heart raced.
In that moment of crisis, somehow, Feng Lin’s image suddenly appeared in Xia Xunqian’s mind.
Tears slid from the corners of his eyes. He trembled as he whispered desperately, “Sir…”
“Feng Lin…” Xia Xunqian murmured, his fingertips shaking, his whole body trembling.
Sir…
Save me…
Xia Xunqian’s eyes were red. He was pinned down by the shoulders, unable to move.
It felt as if his fate was wrapped in filth, countless hands holding him down in mud, unable to escape.
Two seconds later, the excruciating pain he expected did not come. A breeze blew through the crowd beside him.
“Ahhh!!” A muffled shout came from the side.
Xia Xunqian froze.
When he opened his eyes, he saw Feng Lin pulling the man who had the knife and punching him hard!
“Sir…” Xia Xunqian’s voice cracked with the first hint of tears.
All the grievances he had held, and all the neglect he had suffered, finally found a soft place in his heart.
“Sir…”
The blurry scene felt like a dream and reality at the same time; Xia Xunqian could barely tell the difference.
He hugged himself with the torn cloth from the floor, the sense of humiliation peaking the moment he saw Feng Lin.
Feng Lin had come…
He really came…
Xia Xunqian’s gaze was bitter, his whole body numb and exhausted.
He stared at Feng Lin’s knuckles, red from punching.
He wondered… did Feng Lin feel Xia Xunqian was pitiful, or just pathetic?
Xia Xunqian’s eyes slowly blurred. His humiliation and shame were laid bare in front of Feng Lin.
In front of Sir… he was always lowly…
Stars, moon, and the endless sea—how could they ever intersect?
How could there even be a connection…
Xia Li, who was watching the chaos, froze for half a minute, unable to react.
From Feng Lin’s arrival to him hitting the people indiscriminately, Xia Li’s face turned more and more terrified.
Seeing someone about to interfere, Xia Li shouted, “Stop! Everyone stop! Don’t hurt Third Master Feng!”
The man with the knife was already knocked unconscious by Feng Lin.
No one dared to step forward after Xia Li’s order.
Feng Lin only stood up after the man passed out, scanning the surroundings with a cold glare, not showing any sign of stopping.
Xia Xunqian bit his lip, the torn clothes barely covering his dignity.
In Feng Lin’s fierce gaze, Xia Xunqian trembled and immediately threw himself into Feng Lin’s arms.