The Byoukidere Is Her Sweetie
Chapter 414: 414: Hero saves the beauty, incredibly cool and explosive! (Second update)

Chapter 414: 414: Hero saves the beauty, incredibly cool and explosive! (Second update)

Jiang Xiaolin didn’t speak. He picked up a fire extinguisher from the corner of the stairs and approached her, “This is a surveillance blind spot. Whatever I do here, only heaven, earth, you, and I will know.”

Ding, ding, ding.

His phone rang three times.

Jiang Fuli remained composed, not a trace of panic, and leisurely glanced at the fire extinguisher, “I suggest you check your phone before deciding to do anything.”

It was still that unknown number, which had sent over three photos. In the photos, Tang Xiang was completely naked.

Jiang Xiaolin’s eyes turned bloodshot, and with a thud, he threw down the fire extinguisher and surrendered, “What do you want?”

“Shares.”

People, especially those at the top of the pyramid, shouldn’t get emotional. Once they have a weakness, they’re easily dragged down to the bottom.

Jiang Fuli said, “How much you gulped down from me, give it back twice over.”

The next day, at nine in the evening.

The ceiling fan above was shaking, emitting a piercing sound, and the air smelled of disinfectant.

Where is this?

Tang Xiang moved her hands, feeling a stinging pain on her wrists from the hemp rope.

“Ga-ji.”

It was the sound of the door being pushed open, followed by footsteps approaching. Tang Xiang immediately sat up, and then a hand reached out and roughly tore off the black cloth covering her eyes.

The light was blinding, and she shielded it with her arm.

“Time to eat.”

The man ripped off the tape from her mouth and threw a bowl of white rice on the floor.

He was called Dongzi, as Tang Xiang had heard his accomplices call him. Once her eyes adjusted to the light, Tang Xiang looked up, lifting her bound hands, “Can’t eat with my hands tied.”

Dongzi had a cigarette in his mouth, “Then starve.”

Her wrists were bound, just as she picked up the bowl and before bringing it to her mouth, the bowl smashed.

Dongzi’s expression turned vicious.

She was bold, sitting on the ground without showing fear, “Untie me. Tie me back up after I eat.”

Right after she finished speaking, another man entered. He was Dongzi’s accomplice, and Dongzi called him Ah Hui.

“Starving for a meal or two won’t kill anyone.”

Ah Hui casually tossed a toothpick he had used and spat out a mouthful of food residue. He squatted down to clean up the broken pieces, suddenly looking up at Tang Xiang.

“Your skin is quite fair.”

His gaze was lecherous, harboring ill intentions.

Damn it!

Tang Xiang clenched her teeth, enduring.

Ah Hui cleaned up the broken bowl and covered Tang Xiang’s eyes and mouth again before leaving and locking the door, then Dongzi and Ah Hui played cards outside.

Tang Xiang waited until the two were engrossed in their game, then unclenched her fist, hiding a shard in her palm. She pressed her hands against it, grinding the hemp rope on her wrists.

She had observed earlier that this place seemed to be an abandoned hospital. She was detained on the second floor, which had windows but no security bars. That man named Ah Hui had filthy eyes; she couldn’t just wait around. It took her about ten minutes to wear through the rope on her wrists. She quickly tore off the cloth from her eyes and ripped off the tape.

At the door, the two had just finished a round and started another game.

Tang Xiang untied the rope on her feet, supported herself against the wall and stood up. Her legs were numb, she took a moment to steady herself, then quietly moved to the window, pushed it open, and jumped out without hesitation.

She knew some Taekwondo. The height of the second floor wasn’t too much for her, but having not eaten all day, she lacked strength in her limbs and twisted her ankle upon landing.

The main exit was right in front of her, and she limped towards it and pulled open the door—

“Trying to run?”

The man was called Brother Hua, the leader of this group.

He grabbed Tang Xiang by the hair and dragged her back.

The two card players saw their boss return and immediately stood up, dropping their cards.

“How are you watching her?” Brother Hua threw her to the ground, furious, “Two big men can’t watch a single woman. Are you dead?”

Ah Hui tried to defend, “Boss, we—”

Brother Hua kicked him over, “Tie her up now!”

“Yes, Brother Hua.”

Ah Hui dragged Tang Xiang into the ward, slammed the door shut, and his expression changed as he came in, “You dare to run?” He pushed her to the ground, rolling up his sleeves, his gaze moving slowly from Tang Xiang’s face to her chest, “Looks like you need a lesson.”

The man hiding on Jiang Xiaolin’s balcony the night before was him.

Tang Xiang sat on the ground, continuously moving backwards, “Try touching me.” Her hands trembled, her ankle throbbing with pain, and she clenched her fists, shrinking towards the corner, “Touch one finger, and someone will surely cripple one of your hands.”

“Trying to scare me?”

He kicked a discarded iron bed, laughed with a sleazy grin, and advanced towards the corner, unbuttoning his collar.

The skin under this woman’s clothes was tender.

Tang Xiang grabbed a rope from the ground and threw it, “Stay back!”

Just then, bang!

The door was kicked open, and Ah Hui quickly turned. A handsome man stood at the door, with about a dozen people behind him. Brother Hua and Dongzi were both held against the wall.

Jiang Xiaolin—he had come.

Tang Xiang released her hand, her palm full of sweat.

“She wasn’t bluffing.” He walked in, picked up an iron rod from the ground, “Which hand touched her?”

Realizing who he was facing, Ah Hui’s rising desires choked, and he panicked, “Young Master Lin.”

From the moment he saw Tang Xiang, Jiang Xiaolin’s eyes turned bloodshot, his suppressed anger bursting out, “I’m asking you which hand, or I’ll cripple both.”

Ah Hui instinctively stepped back.

Jiang Xiaolin advanced, kicking him in the chest.

Ah Hui hit the abandoned hospital bed, rolled onto the ground, and just as he tried to get up, his hand was stepped on.

Jiang Xiaolin pressed hard, grinding the back of his hand. Ah Hui screamed, about to kick, but Jiang Xiaolin lifted the iron rod and smashed it down hard.

“Ahhhh—”

The scream was harrowing.

With the iron rod resting on the ground, Jiang Xiaolin tapped the floor, his murderous eyes still intense, looking at Ah Hui writhing on the ground, “Don’t move, there’s still another hand.”

Ah Hui curled up in pain, crying for mercy.

Jiang Xiaolin ignored him, dragged the rod over, stepping on Ah Hui’s other intact arm, and lifted the rod in his hand.

“Jiang Xiaolin,” Tang Xiang said, “that’s enough.”

It could kill someone.

The fire in his eyes slowly died down, he threw the rod away, walked to the corner, and knelt on one knee, “I’m sorry, Tang Xiang.” It was his wrongdoing that caused her to suffer.

Tang Xiang embraced him, bursting into tears.