Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 1091: Reminiscing West City, Qin Ruan Once Mired Deeply in Troubles

Chapter 1091: Chapter 1091: Reminiscing West City, Qin Ruan Once Mired Deeply in Troubles

Nicholas rubbed his eyes through the glass door, skeptical of his life when he saw the tenderness on Huo Yunjiao’s face.

Was this really the decisive and ruthless Third Young Master Huo?

Just now, inside the room, his eyebrows and eyes were sharp, and his aura seemed restrained but actually was aggressively compelling.

Yet, the man outside, embracing Qin Ruan, had soft and gentle brows and eyes. His features, with their sharp edges smoothed out, seemed picturesque and exuded an even more gentle, scholarly demeanor.

Nicholas looked at the petite figure of Qin Ruan, nestling in Huo Yunjiao’s embrace, and thought about her mysteriously unpredictable Puppet Control Ability; he felt an indescribable sense of dissonance.

Or perhaps when this couple was engrossed in sweet affection, it gave him a sense of unreality.

The aura they emitted when they exerted their formidable power seemed more real somehow. They were not benevolent people to begin with; why bother giving others the wrong impression, letting people think they were easy to get along with?

Huo Yunjiao, feeling Nicholas’s gaze as he hugged Qin Ruan, rested his perfectly contoured jaw on Qin Ruan’s head and advised her in a low, concerned voice, "I’ve recently provided Huo Zhi and the rest with Energy Weapons from Tianxing Team for the extermination of demons.

If anything indeed happens, don’t protect them anymore. Let them take the lead, and you must protect yourself at the first opportunity."

Qin Ruan nodded obediently, "Mm, I understand."

She knew about the Energy Weapons of Tianxing Team; they cost dozens of times more than ordinary weapons. Those things were incredibly precious.

They let go of each other, a warm and tender light flickering softly in the depths of their eyes.

Huo Yunjiao tousled Qin Ruan’s hair, "Go on then, come back early."

"Okay—"

Qin Ruan turned to leave, and just before departing, she cast a sideways glance, full of threat, at Nicholas in the reception room.

Feeling a chill all over his body, Nicholas subconsciously touched his arm, feeling that Qin Ruan was displeased with his interruption.

As Huo Yunjiao watched Qin Ruan’s retreating figure, his fingertips, hanging by his side, rubbed lightly, nostalgically savoring the touch he had just shared with her.

When Nicholas emerged from the reception room and was just about to speak to Third Young Master Huo, the latter didn’t even spare him a glance and walked away.

At that moment, Nicholas’s self-cultivation was completely discarded by the Third Young Master.

Nicholas looked left and right, and meeting the unswerving eyes of Huo Qiang with an expressionless face, he keenly felt disdained by a Hidden Guard.

West City.

The luxurious motorcade of Huo Family stopped at the entrance of West City; Qin Ruan pushed open the car door and got out, followed by Huo Zhi.

She addressed the well-trained Hidden Guards getting out of the cars, her voice resolute, "Stay here and watch over; Huo Zhi and I will go in."

Daytime was not like night; the chaos of West City usually unfolded at night.

Qin Ruan was visiting to scout the changes in West City this time and did not want to attract attention.

"Yes, Madam—"

The Hidden Guards bowed their heads, standing in front of their respective cars, watching as Qin Ruan and Huo Zhi walked toward the slums of West City.

It was broad daylight, yet West City couldn’t be bathed in sunlight, appearing gloomy and desolate.

Wherever one looked, there was garbage of all kinds, rats scurrying through the streets, cockroaches gathering in the foul drains, and flies circling in the void.

Compared to the other districts, the mess here was simply unbearable to witness.

Even the Hidden Guards of Huo Family, who wandered the edges of danger year-round, couldn’t help but frown slightly at the filthy and disordered environment.

Qin Ruan navigated through the alleys with practiced ease, heading for the sector she knew best, Lord Jiang’s underground boxing ring.

On the way, she had arranged to meet there with Li Zilan, Shen Ran, and Su Wang.

These days, Capital City had been drizzled with light rain, leaving the alleys pocked and patchy and permeated with a strong odor of underground sewage.

Qin Ruan didn’t even frown once; her luxurious but understated white shoes adeptly avoided the uneven ground.

Huo Zhi followed her footsteps, also easily sidestepping puddles, and when a rat occasionally darted out from a nearby ditch, she could face it expressionlessly and with composure.

The two of them passed through the alleys and arrived at a wider street that was in slightly better condition.

There were street vendors on both sides and idle men and women whispering against the telephone poles.

Although it was daytime, the street was sparse with people, lacking the bustle of West City at night.

When Qin Ruan and Huo Zhi emerged from the alley, they immediately attracted the greedy, malevolent gazes of most onlookers.

Though neither was dressed in designer brands and their attire seemed utterly ordinary, they exuded an aura of nobility completely at odds with the West City dwellers.

It was the scent of money, and the loafing riffraff of West City, as keen as hyenas, were extremely sensitive to such an aroma.

Their eyes clung tightly to the two plump sheep before them, with some even thinking to themselves that even if these two women had no money, their looks and figures could still fetch a handsome price.

Just as the crowd began to stir with excitement, Qin Ruan’s chillingly cold eyes swept over everyone.

She emanated a wildness and vulgarity that had steeped in West City over the years, a ferocity that seemed to radiate from her very bones, particularly the scent of blood that she exuded, which made it clear she was not to be trifled with.

A young man leaning on a utility pole at the entrance of a breakfast shop had his eyes widen slightly in disbelief upon seeing Qin Ruan’s delicate and beautiful features.

He kicked his leering companion beside him and cursed, "Are you looking to die, kid? You dare to stare at Qin Xiaowu? Aren’t you afraid she’ll gouge out your damn eyes?"

The man who was kicked into the puddle, half his face buried in the filthy water, hadn’t even a chance to get angry before he heard the youth’s words.

His already pitiful face grew even more distressed as he asked incredulously, "Who did you say?"

The latter looked cautiously at Qin Ruan’s receding figure, still shaken as he said, "She’s Qin Xiaowu from West City. She was once under the protection of Jiang Lao Liu, and even he has to show her respect now. She’s not someone we can afford to mess with!"

The youth had had the fortune to witness a scene outside the pool hall not long ago, where Jiang Lao Liu bowed to Qin Ruan, and he knew that the Qin Xiaowu of today was no longer the person she used to be.

"Damn it!"

The man scrambled up from the ground and, ignoring his disheveled state, bolted into the breakfast shop.

Their commotion had caught the attention of others. When they heard the youth mention Qin Ruan’s identity, six or seven people hurriedly fled, fearing the vengeful Qin Xiaowu might come after them to settle scores.

In West City, almost no one was ignorant of the deeds of Qin Xiaowu.

This woman was synonymous with the Demon, stunning in appearance but ruthless at heart, a viperous beauty well known to nearly everyone in the city.

For so many years, no man had managed to get close to her.

Those who dared to entertain the notion quickly found themselves either crippled or missing an arm or a leg.

Following behind Qin Ruan, Huo Zhi clearly noticed that the bold stares they encountered along the way had become reserved and that people were gradually moving out of their line of sight.

Qin Ruan seemed indifferent to this, walking the familiar streets as numerous long-buried memories flooded her mind.

Her life in West City had been an ordeal—living in constant fear and always on the lookout for attacks, never knowing when one might be targeted.

Those who lived in West City often had shady backgrounds—criminals on the run, homeless beggars, or others hiding out in this chaotic haven for various reasons.

To survive, they needed money, which was hard to come by in this place. Many were willing to do anything for it, completely devoid of scruples.

It was no exaggeration to say that in this slum, people went missing every day.

No one knew where they ended up. Perhaps in a place bathed in sunlight but devoid of freedom—this was the best outcome, at least they were still alive.

The others, less lucky, were forced to donate their organs and, once no longer of any value, were discarded in stinking ditches or buried underground.

Their decaying bodies would keep company with maggots, dying silently, their fate unknown to all but the perpetrators of the crimes.

Soon, Qin Ruan and Huo Zhi arrived at Jiang Lao Liu’s underground boxing ring.

The two young men with a slack posture guarding the entrance straightened up immediately upon seeing Qin Ruan. They bowed and scraped, polite and respectful as they greeted, "Sister Xiaowu!"

Qin Ruan stopped in her tracks, her cool gaze sizing up their faces.

Seeing that they looked somewhat unfamiliar, her thin lips parted into a smile as she asked, "You recognize me?"

The man on the left with flashy blue hair grinned, "Chou Le showed us your photo—he made sure everyone here remembered your face, afraid that we might neglect you."

Chou Le was the manager of this particular boxing ring, a close associate of Jiang Lao Liu. Back in the day, even Qin Ruan had to scrape a living under his authority.

Qin Ruan had fought on and off since her teens; surviving in an underground boxing ring where life and death contracts were signed was a matter of luck. The number of souls who had met King Yama after falling in the ring was countless.

Even Qin Ruan hadn’t always made it out of the ring unscathed.

If it hadn’t been for Chou Le’s mercy when she was down, she would have long since been pinned to the ring to meet King Yama.

Hearing the name of a familiar person stirred some emotion within Qin Ruan.

She acknowledged the two young men with a courteous yet distant nod and passed by them into the boxing ring.

As she stepped further inside, the thumping noises began.

Those were the muffled sounds of boxing gloves pounding on flesh, a sound all too familiar to Qin Ruan.

The atmosphere inside was dim, Huo Zhi on guard as he scanned the surroundings, following closely behind Qin Ruan.

Ahead, a makeshift ring came into view.

Six or seven men stood below it, watching the boxers on the ring fighting with brute force, unrestrained and devoid of technique.

A faint smile appeared on Qin Ruan’s face as she called out, "Brother Chou!"