Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
After some time, Wu Hao’s low voice said, “What do you want?”
“What do I want? You’ll find out when you get over here…” The man didn’t wait for Wu Hao to respond; he got straight to the point. “One hour… You have one hour. If I don’t see you within the hour, don’t blame me for doing anything overboard!”
“Also, do not call the police or anyone else. If you do, expect to collect her corpse!” With that, the man decisively hung up the phone.
Now that they knew they were in for a wait, two of the men inside casually found a spot and sat down. Then, they each put a cigarette between their lips and started playing a card game.
The third man paced around the room until he finally stopped in front of Xu Wennuan, who remained unconscious. He stared at her motionless body, admiring her for some time, before he bent over and inched closer to her face. After a moment of staring, he said in a lust-filled tone, “This wretch is rather good-looking.”
The two men who were playing cards glanced at Xu Wennuan. One of them said with a cigarette still dangling from his lips, “Don’t get any funny ideas. You’re not allowed to touch this chick right now. You know that.”
“I didn’t say I was going to do anything here. Besides, she’s drugged and unconscious, and she’s not going to wake up anytime soon. There’s nothing wrong with me looking at her all I want…” He then got even closer to her face. He took a deep breath, and his bad intentions grew even more evident on his face.
Having witnessed this entire scene through the window, the expression on Lu Bancheng’s face had become frighteningly cold. He then watched the man inhale deeply two more times and, still failing to restrain himself, place his lips lightly on Xu Wennuan’s face and then reach out toward her chest.
Fury instantly took over all of Lu Bancheng’s instincts. He leapt to the shoddy door and lifted his foot and kicked it open. He dashed to Xu Wennuan and grabbed the collar of the man who was trying to grope her, violently yanking him backward. Still not saying a word, he tightened his fist and punched the man’s face with full force.
Lu Bancheng’s appearance was so abrupt that the two men who were playing cards had not fully comprehended what was going on. They watched dazedly as Lu Bancheng lifted his leg and angrily kicked their partner’s abdomen, after which they still didn’t react. When the man had landed against the hard wall from the kick, he wailed pitifully from the pain. After getting some of his breath back, he shouted furiously at Lu Bancheng, “Who the hell are you!?”
Lu Bancheng had no intention of answering. He raised his foot again and gave that man another merciless kick, but this time with even more force. The man screamed in pain, and the primal nature of it finally jarred his two partners to their senses. They each grabbed a nearby abandoned iron rod and rushed to surround Lu Bancheng, who instinctively dodged the swings of the rods. Then, he picked up a long rusty iron rod himself and used it to block the subsequent strikes from the two men.
Lu Bancheng had learned self-defense techniques over many years, so dealing with these two men while holding the rod in his hands was almost natural and effortless.
