"Exactly, I'm telling you, don't mess around! If I shout, all our people will come in," the pervert quickly chimed in.
"If you dare to shout, I'll show you whether your people arrive first or I strangle you first," Shāngōng said, tightening his arm around the pervert's neck.
Seeing that Mu Qí and Yún Shūniàn were determined to tie him up, the masked man suddenly dodged Yún Shūniàn and flew towards Mu Qí.
Mu Qí quickly dodged, but the masked man took the opportunity to pick up the short knife on the ground and then quickly charged at Mu Qí.
Just as Mu Qí was about to be stabbed, Yún Shūniàn suddenly blocked him and closed her eyes tightly.
After a few seconds, the expected pain didn't stab her. Instead, she was forcibly dragged away by someone unknown, a cool sensation on her throat.
Yún Shūniàn was sure that this unfamiliar, unpleasant smell was definitely not Mu Qí's.
Yún Shūniàn slowly opened her eyes and first saw Shāngōng and Mu Qí looking at her anxiously.
The masked man had already been pinned against the wall.
Yún Shūniàn immediately realized that the person controlling her was the one who had always been by the masked man's side.
Yún Shūniàn quickly understood that Shāngōng must have come to save her, which gave the pervert a chance to escape.
Mu Qí and Shāngōng had the masked man in their hands, while the pervert held Yún Shūniàn. The situation became a stalemate.
Mu Qí, while restraining the masked man, approached the pervert together with Shāngōng.
"Stop, what do you want to do?" The pervert panicked, his hand tightening its grip, digging into Yún Shūniàn's skin.
"You don't care about his life?" Mu Qí questioned coldly, his powerful aura making the pervert's legs tremble slightly.
Mu Qí took a few more steps forward with the masked man.
"Then we agree to let each other go," the pervert said, his hand holding the knife trembling slightly heavier.
Yún Shūniàn was forced to tilt her head back. Due to extreme tension and difficulty breathing, tears streamed down her face.
Mu Qí's gaze curved into an icy arc: "If you dare to touch her again, first think about how many of your ribs you can afford to break."
The pervert froze, averting Mu Qí's gaze. He trembled and slowly moved the knife away from Yún Shūniàn's neck.
"On the count of three, we push them over together," Mu Qí said, restraining the masked man with all his might. The masked man let out an involuntary grunt.
In the tense atmosphere, even the soft flowers in the room seemed to exude a sinister killing aura.
The pervert, as if facing someone as powerful as Mu Qí for the first time, nodded with a numb scalp.
"Three... Two... One!"
At that moment, Yún Shūniàn and the masked man were pushed forward simultaneously.
"Come here!" The pervert regained his usual arrogance and immediately called for his men to come in.
Mu Qí steadily caught Yún Shūniàn and then fiercely kicked the pervert in the ribs.
At the same time, Shāngōng rushed forward to fight the masked man.
Seeing Shāngōng at a disadvantage, Yún Shūniàn quickly found a powder in a bottle from her pocket and threw it at the masked man.
The masked man fanned himself uncomfortably and then collapsed on the ground, unconscious.
The pervert seemed to hear the sound of ribs shattering, which reminded him of the beetles he could easily crush.
But then, a familiar short knife was held above his head, raised high to strike down heavily.
The pervert was terrified, his eyes widening to an unbelievable extent, like a goldfish's.
"Mu Qí, no."
The short knife was stopped midway by a slender, white hand.
Yún Shūniàn looked at Mu Qí, her voice barely a whisper, trying to stop him.
His crimson phoenix eyes welled up with a hint of forbearance. Mu Qí suppressed his emotions, gently took Yún Shūniàn's hand off his own, and put the knife away.
However, Mu Qí soon stomped heavily on the pervert's chest.
The sounds of bones cracking echoed in the flower-filled room. If the beautiful flowers could move, they would surely shake and scatter their petals.
Yún Shūniàn stared at the pervert, his mouth bleeding and his eyes rolling back, and was momentarily stunned.
In her past life, wasn't she tortured daily by Yún Róng in a similar state?
Then, the sound of bones breaking ceased. Mu Qí lifted the pervert and slammed him to the ground, then kicked him aside.
Mu Qí forcefully suppressed his murderous aura and turned to look at Yún Shūniàn, who was standing to the side.
Seeing that she had moved away and her eyes were vacant.
Mu Qí's heart tightened. He took out a handkerchief and stepped forward to tend to Yún Shūniàn's wounds.
The pervert, kicked against the wall by Mu Qí, obstinately looked towards the door, imagining his men rushing in to avenge him and his boss.
The door did open as the pervert had hoped, but instead, an old man with white hair and a childlike complexion entered.
He was holding an axe in one hand, with one foot still raised at the height of kicking the door open.
"Little Niànniàn!"
Mu Qí was tending to the wound on Yún Shūniàn's neck. Yún Shūniàn, lost in her memories, was startled by the old man's tearful voice.
"Good disciple, your master is here!" The old man dropped the golden axe and rushed towards Yún Shūniàn.
"Why are you here?" Yún Shūniàn then looked outside and saw the corridor floor littered with people lying in disarray.
"If my good disciple is kidnapped, how can I not come!" The old man, with tears streaming down his face, emotionally tried to embrace Yún Shūniàn but was preempted by Mu Qí, who frowned and pulled Yún Shūniàn into his arms.
The old man calmed down and noticed the blood on Yún Shūniàn's throat.
"Who! Who hurt my Little Niànniàn?" The old man's brows furrowed, and he seemed to be burning with anger.
Yún Shūniàn thought of the pervert, whose appearance was already beyond recognition, and hesitated whether to speak.
"I'm fine," Yún Shūniàn smiled faintly, comforting the old man.
Thinking that neither Shāngōng nor Mu Qí showed any surprise at the old man's arrival, Yún Shūniàn looked up and questioned Mu Qí: "You knew long ago?"
Mu Qí looked at her still bleeding throat, immediately straightened her head, and whispered in her ear: "Yes, we'll talk about it later."
"Shāngōng, let's go," Mu Qí said to Shāngōng, who was still wary of the masked man, while holding Yún Shūniàn.