Chapter 520: Chapter 520 You Can’t Fool Either
Chu Yin looked at the three n approaching her.
Just as she was about to fight back desperately, Zhou Zhao’s words flashed through her mind.
“You’ve injured your hands, your strength is less than average. Trying to break free through sheer force is pointless. You’d be better off surrendering and suffering less.”
“But you’ve worn high heels for years; walking and running keep your stance steady. Find the opponent’s weak spot, and give it a solid kick to win yourself at least three more minutes to escape.”
“If the opponent is not alone, rember to strike the one with the weakest hand for a quick victory.”
Though Zhou Zhao didn’t like her, he never treated her unfairly.
This thod was indeed useful given her current situation.
At the sa ti as appearing weak and fragile, she searched for the weak points of the three n.
By now, the three n were impatiently taking off their clothes.
Each had varying degrees of scars, probably bodyguards or enforcers for won.
Fortunately, she didn’t act impulsively earlier; otherwise, she’d already be pinned on the bed.
Chu Yin snapped back to reality, and the three n were down to only their underwear.
Even in this environnt, they could still pitch a little tent.
They were more dedicated than actors.
In her fear, she noticed a deep knife scar on one man’s thigh, which extended into his shorts.
Such a deep and long wound must be serious.
This is the guy.
“No, please! Don’t co any closer! I’m begging you!”
Chu Yin imdiately gave her all in acting, exuding vulnerability and helplessness.
The three n instantly relaxed, exchanged smiles, and approached Chu Yin, ready for action.
Just as they reached out, Chu Yin lifted her high heel and nailed the scarred man in the injured spot.
“Ah!”
He let out a pained scream, toppling onto his companions.
“So tiny! Embarrassing! Get out of here!”
Without looking back, Chu Yin dashed towards the room door.
Once out, she kicked off her high heels and ran barefoot.
Not daring to waste ti for the elevator, she dashed into the stairwell.
Halfway down, she stepped on so stray glass shards, and the pain made her instinctively cry out.
Covering her mouth, she was still a step behind.
Above her, the fierce sound of a door being pushed open echoed.
“Chase!”
Chu Yin gritted her teeth, ignoring the shards embedded in her foot, she held her breath and continued running down.
By the last flight, her feet were already numb with pain.
Just as daylight appeared before her, she stepped onto a still-lit cigarette butt, right on the shredded portion of her wound.
“Ugh…”
The flickering cigarette seed to be the final straw, making her whole body go limp.
She tumbled down the last few flights of stairs.
Right then, the three n also rushed down.
Not bothering with clothes, each had rely wrapped themselves in a towel before coming out.
Chu Yin looked at the three, using her hands on the ground to inch towards the ergency exit.
The man she kicked glared at her furiously, “You refused the easy way, now I’ll show you the hard way!”
He took a few steps down and rcilessly grabbed Chu Yin’s injured leg, dragging her backwards upstairs.
The three stood over her, jeering.
Chu Yin’s face was ashen, one hand holding the hem of her skirt, the other clutching the stair.
The man’s tug didn’t move her.
He sneered, “Can’t I touch a woman Mr. Sang has touched? I have to try! Besides, let tell you, even Mr. Sang bows before our boss. So what are you worth?”
He increased his force.
Chu Yin’s hand slowly slipped off the stair.
Just as she lost grip, a hand grabbed her wrist and yanked her towards him.
Chu Yin fell into the man’s arms, looked up to see his face clearly.
Without hesitating, she wrapped her arms tightly around his waist.
“Hold tight, I’m scared to death.”
“Still able to speak like that, you should be fine.”
Yet seeing the blood on the ground, Sang Li couldn’t help but wrap his arm around her with pity.
Chu Yin was startled; it was the first ti she’d been held so closely by a man, making her tongue-tied.
Sang Li glanced at Zhou Zhao standing beside him.
Zhou Zhao didn’t give the three a chance to escape; he went for them and sent them tumbling down the stairs with a flurry of kicks.
A pair of n’s leather shoes appeared before them, following up the neat business trousers was Sang Li’s slightly lowered phoenix-like eyes.
Sang Li usually exuded a gentle aura, emotions always stable.
But in this dim light, though his expression remained calm, there was an undercurrent of darkness beneath his eyes.
He silently stepped on the man’s hand.
“Still thinking of trying with my woman?”
“Sorry, Mr. Sang.” The opponent admitted defeat.
“Who’s your boss?” Sang Li glared at the three, increasing pressure on his foot.
“It’s… it’s…”
Suddenly, the hotel’s fire alarm rang.
Smoke began to drift down from upstairs along with the sound of hurried footsteps.
Using the smoke as cover, the three n launched a counterattack but thankfully Zhou Zhao kicked them away.
Under the veil of smoke, the three swiftly fled upstairs.
Zhou Zhao imdiately protected Sang Li in front: “Young master, soone’s coming down. It’s unclear what they’d say seeing you and Chu Yin here, better to leave first.”
“Hmm.”
Sang Li turned to leave with Chu Yin.
As they exited the stairwell, Chu Yin stumbled into Sang Li’s arms.
“Mr. Sang, I’m hurt, maybe you should…” hold .
“Such trivial matters don’t trouble the young master, co here, I’ll carry you.”
Zhou Zhao rolled up his sleeves, ready to step forward.
Chu Yin’s mouth twitched: “No need, I’ll walk myself.”
She hobbled forward, leaving a trail of bloody footprints, and deliberately whimpered.
Sang Li sighed and lifted her horizontally.
“Zhou Zhao, open the door.”
Zhou Zhao grudgingly opened the car door.
Chu Yin turned her head and made a mischievous face at him.
…
Chu Yin was brought to Sang Li’s mansion in Jing City.
Though she’d seen Sang Li’s wealth abroad, the garden-styled villa still left her in awe.
Truly rich.
Upon entering, she looked at the bloody trail left by her feet and begrudgingly called out to Sang Li.
“Mr. Sang, got any slippers?”
“No need, a maid will co to clean tomorrow.” Sang Li calmly replied.
“…”
Chu Yin awkwardly looked down at her feet.
Her stockings were ruined, sticking to her feet with blood.
Standing on the ground, it felt cold and painful.
Sang Li glanced down: “Wait a mont.”
He asked Zhou Zhao to retrieve a pair of slippers.
Chu Yin put them on imdiately, feeling like walking on cotton.
Walking hurt less now.
Rich people’s slippers are indeed different.
“Feet don’t hurt anymore? Co over and sit.”
Chu Yin returned to her senses, seeing Sang Li with rolled sleeves, holding a dical kit.
“Mr. Sang, you’re going to treat ?”
“I could also ask Zhou Zhao to help you.”
Sang Li pointed to Zhou Zhao standing behind the couch.
Zhou Zhao cracked his knuckles with a nacing sound.
Chu Yin quickly sat down: “No, please, I don’t want to die yet.”
“Raise your foot.”
Sang Li looked into the dical kit, just as he picked up a cotton swab, there was an unusual sensation on his leg.
Looking down, he saw Chu Yin prop her leg on his knee.
Zhou Zhao raised an eyebrow: “This woman sure is impudent. Seems perfectly fine to .”
Chu Yin pitifully tugged Sang Li’s sleeve: “Mr. Sang, Assistant Zhou scolded again. Who said I’m fine? My heart is still racing from the scare, you can feel it.”
Sang Li: “…”
Zhou Zhao: “…”
Three years, never a normal word from this crazy woman.
Speaking, Chu Yin rubbed her leg against Sang Li’s trousers.
Sang Li frowned and warned, “Don’t move.”
Chu Yin inhaled sharply from the pain, daring not to move further.
Sang Li thodically dipped the cotton swab in iodine, his expression composed, making the room feel exceptionally tranquil.
He asked slowly, “What did they ask?”
Chu Yin’s breath hitched.
She always thought Sang Li seed calm and polite, his actions courteous but just a façade.
In reality, an unintentional glance from him carried authority.
Instantly oppressive.
Like now, his eyes slightly lifted, neither questioning nor emotional, just a calm inquiry.
“Don’t deceive .”
“You also can’t deceive .”
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