Translator:
Lonelytree
Editor:
Millman97
Su Zhinian’s whole body shook as he dashed through the emergency exit door. There was only one room next to the door, and standing beside it was a young man hugging a jacket, leaning against the wall and playing on his phone.
Su Zhinian headed toward the door without thought and hesitation. When the young man noticed his approached, he stood up straight and reached out to block him.
I’m sorry, sir…
Before the young man could finish, Su Zhinian raised his leg to kick the room door wide open. The main lights in the room was not on; only the colorful strobe light was on. Using the light from the corridor, Su Zhinian managed to spot Song Qingchun, who was cowering under the figure of a man.
Noticing the commotion, the man raised his head off of Song Qingchun and growled angrily,
Xiao Yi, why are you sleeping on the job?
I’m so sorry, Brother Yang.
The young man by the name of Xiao Yi immediately apologized to the man inside the room then he turned to look at Su Zhinian.
Sir, you cannot do this…
Then he rushed forward, attempting to close the door. However, before he could reach the door knob, his whole person was kicked flying into the room by Su Zhinian.
Following a heavy thud, the man who was leaning down to kiss Song Qingchun’s skin suddenly stopped moving. The man’s tone was even more menacing because he had been interrupted twice already.
Xiao Yi, you don’t want to follow me anymore, do you…
Before he could finish, the angry words in his mouth turned into a wailing scream as his whole person was sent flying off Song Qingchun, and he slammed into the wall.
After the commotion died down, Mr. Yang raised his hand to scratch his chin that was kicked and forced out,
Fck, who the hell dares to kick…
As he said so, he turned his face forward. A dark shadow headed toward him with such speed that he could not even catch a good look of the shadow’s face. Surrounded by a menacing aura, the shadow ran toward him, raised his leg, and lobbed a powerful kick at his head.
Before Mr. Yang could even finish screaming, he landed on the floor heavily before sliding down the waxed floor out the room. The man landed in such a twisted heap that it seemed like he would have difficulty spewing out a word, much less getting up.
The shadow raised his head to look at the man who he had just kicked out of the room chillingly before turning to walk toward Song Qingchun who was curled on the floor.
Only after he got close did Su Zhinian realize the state she was in. Her clothes were barely covering her body, and there were obvious bruises on her arms and chest. Su Zhinian’s lips were stretched into a thin line, and the fire within his body lit up like flames being fed with oil.
He raised his hand to pull on his tie. Then, he removed his suit jacket and bent over to drape it over Song Qingchun’s body.
Sensing his approach, like a scared animal, the girl mumbled a weak
don’t touch me
as she grabbed his coat and shuffled desperately backwards.
