Corey was struck down in pain, the impact forcefully expelling a mouthful of blood, clearly indicating internal injury. Seeing this, Qin Jiran also stopped and retreated, refraining from launching another attack while the chance was there. This round, clearly, was Qin Jiran’s win, but if Corey still refused to accept defeat, Qin Jiran wouldn’t mind continuing the fight until Corey was thoroughly convinced.
Struggling to his feet while blood filled his mouth, Corey’s eyes flickered but he did not spit the blood out, instead swallowing it back down. Standing as upright as possible, he said to Qin Jiran, "You really don’t hold back, worthy indeed of being the man Su Yanyi chose, truly formidable!"
Even though he was full of pain and his clothes were in disarray, looking quite wretched, Corey at this mont was at his most earnest. The tone of his voice was extrely serious, and this was his true acknowledgent of Qin Jiran.
It could be said that Qin Jiran had subdued Corey with his own hands, and in their underworld, personal strength was enough to command respect from many. Like the mbers of the Dark One team, perhaps Qin Jiran wasn’t stronger than all of them, but his excellent skills had nevertheless earned him even greater recognition from them.
"You’re very strong too," Qin Jiran said earnestly. Corey’s skills were good, but perhaps due to not fighting often, he lacked a bit of experience and montum.
"Hahaha, alright, enough with the mutual praise, let’s head back. Yanyi is already giving the stink eye!"
Corey and Qin Jiran returned to their seats, one after the other, to find indeed that Su Yanyi’s face was cold, but her eyes were fixed on Qin Jiran, giving him a thorough once over from top to bottom.
Qin Jiran knew that Su Yanyi was worried about him. He went up to her, took her hand, and said it was nothing, but Yanyi’s expression still didn’t lighten up one bit.
"It’s almost noon, I’m hungry, let’s go back to eat," Su Yanyi said with a cold face, then turned around and pulled Qin Jiran away. The mbers of the Dark One team naturally all followed, leaving only Corey standing there, sowhat dumbfounded.
"Yanyi, it’s only past ten and you’re already having lunch, isn’t that a bit early?" Corey shouted, wondering if they’d skipped breakfast to co here.
Su Yanyi stopped, turned around and replied, "Rember to make the transfer, don’t try to weasel out of it." After saying this, she no longer paid any attention to Corey and led her people straight back, because who was to say she didn’t like having an early lunch!
The group returned to the bedroom, where Su Yanyi had soone fetch the dicinal liquor for bruises and sprains, and then she led Qin Jiran back to their room. The others understood Su Yanyi’s intentions then—lunch was obviously just a pretext!
"Take off your clothes," Su Yanyi commanded with a cold voice as soon as they entered the bedroom.
Qin Jiran knew that Yanyi wanted to apply dicine to him, so without a word, he quickly took off his shirt. His bronze skin was imdiately exposed, marred now by several unsightly bruises!
Seeing these bruises, Su Yanyi’s gaze grew even colder. She had known that Qin Jiran must have been hurt. Dammit, Corey—she would definitely find an opportunity to teach him a harsh lesson!
"Sit still, don’t move," said Su Yanyi, carefully applying the dicinal liquor to Qin Jiran’s wounds. Qin Jiran wanted to wince in pain but, seeing Su Yanyi’s unhappy expression, he silently endured it all, simply watching Su Yanyi with a gentle smile, quietly soothing her mood.
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