“Please… don’t…”
Xia Wanzhi’s sobs tore through the air, pleading and broken, choked with tears. With a sharp rip of fabric, her clothes were torn apart, revealing her snow-white shoulder—seductive, alluring, and shattered. Tears streamed from her eyes, glistening like crystal under the moonlight.
Her soft, broken voice only served as an aphrodisiac.
Three lecherous men leered at her. One of them pinched the torn piece of her skirt between his fingers, rubbing it slowly. “This fabric… smooth as your skin…”
“Be good, don’t resist. It’ll only make it harder for you.”
“Just enjoy it…”
“Big brothers will make you feel real good…”
As the three closed in, the stench of sweat, heat, and foul body odor assaulted her senses. Their hands grabbed at her arms and face.
Xia Wanzhi looked at them with tear-filled eyes, pleading like a frightened animal. Her vulnerability only fueled their predatory desires. Their gazes shifted from cruel mockery to unrestrained lust, their hot breath washing over her.
“Playing innocent, huh? Never been touched before?”
Xia Wanzhi pushed them away and tried to run, but she was caught within a few steps. One of them grabbed her, sniffing her snow-white arm. “So fragrant…”
“Smells like milk…”
“Hahaha, we’re in luck today, boys. Must be a virgin.”
“Let’s take turns with her…”
“Forget taking turns… anywhere’s fine… I’m not picky.”
“Skin soft as a sweet, ripe peach…”
Their deliberate taunts, watching Xia Wanzhi tremble in fear, only excited them more.
Xia Wanzhi’s palms were cold and damp, her body shaking as she struggled desperately. But pinned down by three burly men, she couldn’t break free. Like a lamb awaiting slaughter, tears fell in torrents. “I’ll give you money… just… just let me go…”
A man’s fingers stroked her cheek. “Little girl, once we’ve started, there’s no stopping. Big brothers can’t hold back…”
His fingers felt slimy like snakes, hissing as they closed in, making Xia Wanzhi nauseous. Goosebumps rose on her skin, and she trembled like a leaf clinging to a branch in autumn, ready to fall with the slightest breeze.
Another man stood behind her, leering. “The arrow’s already on the bowstring…”
A lecherous gaze lingered on Xia Wanzhi’s legs. One of them licked his lips. “Just these legs alone are enough for the three of us…”
Their hands slid toward her arms, her calves… sticky and disgusting…
Xia Wanzhi’s face was as pale as paper, her entire being consumed by despair. Suddenly, she snatched a knife from one of the men and pointed it at them. “Don’t… don’t come any closer…”
The three men laughed lewdly. “Ooh, we’re so scared… Struggle all you want. I like ’em feisty. Too obedient is boring… It’s the screams that make it exciting…”
“That little voice of hers… damn, it’s driving me wild!”
She held the knife, her hand trembling uncontrollably. There was no way she could overpower three burly men. If it came to it, she’d rather die… die than let these three touch her…
Xia Wanzhi prepared for one last desperate move, pressing the knife against her own neck, her heart pounding wildly.
The three men laughed and closed in. “Might as well enjoy being a woman before you die.”
“I don’t believe she’d really do it…”
“If only she used that fierceness on us… we’d be in heaven…”
Shhht— A sound pierced through the depravity of the alley.
The light swept through the alley like a divine manifestation from Buddha.
A black Maybach stopped at the entrance of the alley, followed by several black cars in a neat row.
The door of the Maybach opened, and a man stepped out steadily and slowly, his leather shoes touching the ground, revealing a handsome face with deep-set features and eyes as cold as ice.
Lu Zhuojin slowly lifted his head, looking into the alley, where his gaze met Xia Wanzhi’s desperate one in a leisurely collision.
Xia Wanzhi’s black hair cascaded over her snow-white shoulders, tears streaking her pale face, fragile yet breathtakingly beautiful, pure yet seductive.
A trembling knife pressed against her snow-white neck, like a small beast driven to desperation, ready to spill blood.
The hands of three men clawed at her body, the filth and purity clashing in a visual assault. The alley’s piercing cries turned into desperate sobs.
Lu Zhuojin’s black leather shoes moved slowly, tap, tap, tap, as he walked into the alley.
When Xia Wanzhi saw the car stop, her eyes ignited instantly. She desperately pushed away the three men and ran toward the handsome man. In a panic, the three men chased after her. Just as they grabbed her shoulder strap, Xia Wanzhi collapsed at the feet of the handsome man, sobbing, “Save me…”
Her shoulder strap slipped off. One hand clutched the clothing about to fall from her chest, while the other grasped Lu Zhuojin’s pant leg.
Her pale fingers tightly gripped the black fabric, creating a powerful visual impact. Even those few fingers carried a seductive, teasing allure.
She looked up, following the straight black trousers upward until she met Lu Zhuojin’s half-smiling expression. Her heart turned cold—he didn’t seem intent on saving her. Could he be… an accomplice of these three men?
Her grip on his pant leg loosened slightly, fear and despair flashing in her eyes as she bit her pale lips.
Lu Zhuojin’s gaze held a hint of intrigue. The three men hesitated behind them, unsure what this seemingly noble and powerful man intended to do. One of them spoke up from the back, “She’s my wife. Stay out of this.”
Seeing that they didn’t know each other, Xia Wanzhi’s sobs grew louder. Her fingers tightened around Lu Zhuojin’s pant leg. “Please… save me… I don’t know them…”
Her snow-white shoulders, the half-concealed chest she tried to cover only added to her allure, tempting one to explore further. Her pristine toes were smeared with mud, her hips full and rounded…
Her face was pure, yet her figure was voluptuous and graceful…
Her breathy voice carried a delicate, fragile brokenness, making one want to crush and tear her apart, to trample her underfoot.
Lu Zhuojin took a slow, deep breath, exhaling a cloud of turbid air. He glanced at the three men, a mocking smile curling at the corner of his lips. “Your wife?”
“You’re quite hospitable.”
“Such a strong desire to share?”
He looked down at Xia Wanzhi, his gaze drifting from her soft, fragile, pure-yet-seductive face downward, catching a glimpse of exposed skin. His breath hitched.
He took out a cigarette, flicked a lighter with a snap, and lit it unhurriedly. The flame cast his face in half-light, half-shadow, the crimson glow flickering. He took a deep drag, the wind scattering the white smoke, forming a faint haze between them.
The dim yellow streetlight cast shadows across his deep-set brow, spreading like an oil painting, handsome yet cold as ice.
Lu Zhuojin slowly crouched down, his voice hoarse and low, speaking to Xia Wanzhi, “Sleep with me once, and I’ll save you. How about that?”
The improper words were spoken with steady, dignified elegance. Xia Wanzhi felt an inexplicable fear of being devoured, a pressure creeping inch by inch over her body.
Unlike the lewd and repulsive nature of the three men, this man was dangerous…
Xia Wanzhi’s breath hitched, her sobs choked in her throat as tears streamed down her cheeks. Lu Zhuojin roughly wiped them away with his thumb, leaving a scorching, abrasive touch on her skin—aggressive and nothing like the calm he projected.
Lu Zhuojin seemed unhurried. He took a drag of his cigarette, letting the ash fall slowly onto her snow-white shoulder. The burn made her trembling body jolt again in panic.
“Take your time. I’m in no rush.”
“But they seem quite eager.”
Lu Zhuojin stood up and stepped aside, leisurely smoking as the smoke drifted through the moonlight toward the sky.
He truly appeared unwilling to intervene.
Behind him stood over a dozen men in black suits, arranged in two rows.
Seeing Lu Zhuojin’s indifference, the three thugs leered and rushed toward Xia Wanzhi on the ground, eager to tear off the scant fabric remaining on her.
Xia Wanzhi sobbed, “Don’t…”
Through tear-blurred eyes, she looked at Lu Zhuojin, biting her lip as tears rolled down. With a surge of resolve, she whispered, “Fine… I agree…”
Lu Zhuojin smiled faintly. Good—the little rabbit had agreed to enter the tiger’s den. Now things could proceed.
His gaze swept over Xia Wanzhi before he took two steps forward. Without a word, he kicked the man in front of her to the ground and sent another crashing into the wall.
Grabbing Xia Wanzhi’s arm, he pulled her close and murmured against her ear, his voice tingling and magnetic, “Agreed?”
Xia Wanzhi nodded through her sobs, fragile and broken.
Lu Zhuojin blew a warm breath against her ear, making her hairs stand on end. “Sweetheart… I can’t let you give it away for free…”
Before her eyes was his handsome, elegant smile. In the next moment, he placed a knife in her hand and whispered by her ear, “Close your eyes!”
One hand covered her eyes while the other steadied her grip. The blade plunged into the charging man, blood gushing forth.
Lu Zhuojin’s scent enveloped her from behind, seeping into every pore, filling her with dread and trembling.
With her vision blocked, her senses of smell, touch, and perception heightened. The hand covering her eyes was dry, steady, and radiating heat, its rough fingers rubbing against her eyelids.
Her own hand, gripping the knife, was sticky with warmth—the pungent smell of blood filled the air. Opposite her, a agonized scream erupted, “Ah—!” The wails amplified in her ears.
And then there was the handsome man’s breath, hot against her ear, searing and tingling as it brushed her eardrum.
“Ah— no… please, I beg you…”
The voices of the three men rose and fell, their panting and cries seeming to carry blood and terror.
Lu Zhuojin lowered the hand covering Xia Wanzhi’s eyes.
One hand shielding her chest, the other clutching the knife, Xia Wanzhi’s pale fingers were stained with blood—thick, dripping, and sticky. The crimson blood clung to her soft, white hand, making her hairs stand on end. Fear seeped from every pore, her hand trembling slightly.
The lecherous man before her had the knife she’d plunged into his chest. Blood trickled from the wound, drip by drip, overwhelming her senses.
The man’s hand gripped her delicate one, both hands soaked in blood, the knife embedded in his chest.
Her adrenaline surged. Was he dead?
Had she… killed someone?