2: Chapter 2: Smashed Hard on His Head 2: Chapter 2: Smashed Hard on His Head A devil in angel’s clothing, obscured and malevolent.
She bit her lip tightly and glared fiercely at him, struggling to contain the tumultuous anger within, as she tried to pull free from the arms wrapped around her waist and the legs entwined with hers.
Damn it, why was he holding her so tightly?
The man was startled awake and, upon opening his blurry eyes, saw the woman’s soft, fair neck before him.
Her movents atop him quickly ignited a dark and burning desire in his eyes.
Her sweet scent was irresistible to him.
Rolling over, he pinned her beneath him and bit down on her neck, murmuring lazily, “Let’s go again, I’ll give you a check afterward.”
Lin Xinlan froze, her whole body trembling with rage.
“Let go of !” she growled through clenched teeth.
The man paid no heed to her, continuing to kiss her neck, utterly disregarding her words.
To him, won were always rely tools.
He had money, he had the ans; even the most chaste woman, when facing him, would obediently submit.
“I said let go of !” Lin Xinlan struggled furiously, the humiliation from the previous night fueling her fiery anger.
She grabbed the ashtray from the head of the bed and, without a second thought, smashed it down on his head in a fit of rage.
Thud—
Fearing he wasn’t knocked out, she hit him again with all her might.
Without even a groan, the man fainted on top of her.
A copious amount of fresh blood quickly stread down from his forehead, coldly enchanting.
Lin Xinlan broke out in a cold sweat; she quickly tossed aside the ashtray, pushed the man off her, sat up, and stared blankly at his wound.
After several seconds, she tried to feel for his breath, relieved that he was still alive.
She should call ergency services and take him to the hospital.
But the thought of his deeds filled her with hatred!
Such a person would only be clean if he were dead!
Lin Xinlan hardened her heart.
She got out of bed, picked up the scattered clothes, quickly dressed, then found his room card in his clothes, opened the door, and ran.
Just by looking at the man, she knew he was trouble.
She couldn’t report him; if she did, it might backfire, and he could claim she had injured him on purpose.
Intentionally causing injury could lead to prison ti, and she had no desire to end up behind bars.
Lin Xinlan was terrified.
After leaving, she imdiately phoned in her resignation, then packed her bags and fled B City.
…
Rong Shaoze groaned as he awoke, his head aching.
Touching his forehead, he felt the still-damp blood.
His sharp mind quickly replayed everything that had happened.
He sat up and squinted around the room.
The woman’s presence was long gone.
Good, she had dared to harm him!
Rong Shaoze’s eyes narrowed, a chilling light flickering within.
At that mont, his phone rang.
He answered, his voice cold, “What is it?”
“Shaoze, we’ve found out who drugged you last night.”
“Who?” Rong Shaoze asked lightly, his voice tinged with a whisper of death.
The person on the other end hesitated, then mustered the courage to speak, “It’s… it’s Richie from the Flying Tiger Gang…”
Heh, so it was a man!
Rong Shaoze chuckled softly.
He was aware that his good looks were irresistible, not just to won but to certain n as well.
But given his unique status, nobody dared make a move on him.
Yet, to his surprise, there were still those not afraid to die who would provoke him.
A man had drugged him.
This incident had completely enraged him.
If anyone dared to trouble him, they should be prepared for a grueso death!
Rong Shaoze’s eyes flashed fiercely, and a bloodthirsty, icy smile ford at the corners of his mouth, “Not a single one will be spared!”
That very night, the powerful Flying Tiger Gang was bloodily purged, while Lin Xinlan boarded a train and escaped back to her hotown.
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Five years later, in an old house.
The mont the alarm went off, Lin Xinlan imdiately opened her eyes, got up, and went through her morning routine of washing up and getting dressed.
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