Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Qin Zhi’ai opened the door at full speed, then took a look at Gu Yusheng, who was simply standing by the door.
He took off his suit jacket and hung it over his arm. His pure white shirt and suit pants were badly wrinkled, and a few drops of blood stood out exceptionally well against the pure white, seemingly splashed on the shirt.
Qin Zhi’ai looked at Gu Yusheng from head to toe with her mesmerizing black eyes. When she saw several dirty footprints on his arms, shoulders, and pants, she couldn’t help stepping forward, reaching out her hands, and touching his body in spite of her fear of him, saying, “Did you get hurt?”
Her touch made Gu Yusheng’s body tense subconsciously. He stopped breathing for a second, then grasped her wrist quickly. As he was about to tell her that he was fine, his eyes were suddenly caught by the red mark around her wrist.
He frowned deeply, then grasped her other hand, seeing a red mark around that one, too.
Does those mean that they not only scratched her neck, but also tied her wrists with something?
The anger in Gu Yusheng’s chest suddenly swelled. He pointed to the bathroom, turned Qin Zhi’ai around, and pushed her back inside, saying with his eyebrows screwed up, “You stay in there for a while, I was too gentle on them!”
After seeing that, he threw the suit jacket in his hand onto Qin Zhi’ai’s face, turned around, and went back into the room. He looked down at the person closest to his feet and kicked him hard without even blinking.
With a miserable scream, Qin Zhi’ai pulled Gu Yusheng’s jacket off her face, then turned around and saw the scene in the room.
It was a mess, horrible to even look at.
The cabinets, tables, and chairs were smashed onto the ground, broken, strewn here and there. The floor was covered with the fragments of porcelain tea sets and glasses.
Over ten tall and strong men were lying on the ground, groaning and struggling to get up, but failing. Some were bleeding from the corners of their mouths, some from the nose.
Lame Wang, who had just been looking at the contract while smirking, was now holding his legs and moaning, with a bloody nose and a swollen face.
It was a miserable scene already, but for some unknown reason, Gu Yusheng still kicked fiercely at those who had no strength to fight back, one by one. He stopped when screaming could be heard from all sides.
With his back to Qin Zhi’ai, he wiped at the footprints on his arm that had been left when he was fighting with those people, then turned toward the door of the bathroom.
When he saw Qin Zhi’ai still standing outside the door, he frowned and asked, “Did I tell you that you could come in here?”
Qin Zhi’ai was frightened by what he had just done, and looked at him in a daze, wordless.
Gu Yusheng walked to her, pulled away the suit jacket that was grasped tightly in her hand, and told her to leave. Then he strode toward the door.
Qin Zhi’ai finally recovered after standing in place for several seconds, then quickly stepped forward to follow him.
As she almost caught up to him, he suddenly stopped. She looked at him confusedly, but only saw him staring behind her with an extremely angry face.
Qin Zhi’ai was about to ask him what had happened, but Gu Yusheng abruptly rushed to her, dragged her into his arms, and turned around rapidly to switch places with her.
He moved with a lot of strength, so her body leaned to one side due to inertia. She reached out her hand instinctively to grasp his shoulder, but before her body balanced, she heard the ugly ripping sound of a knife cutting flesh.
