“Sir.” Lu Yanwei stared at Xiao Rao with his long, dark eyes, which held an unfathomable depth. His fingers, which gleamed with the luster of white jade, roughly gripped Xiao Rao’s hair. He smirked and said coldly, “You’re not only ungentlemanly, but also noisy.”

"You!" Xiao Rao's lips were bruised and battered, and he glared at Lu Yanwei with his swollen eyes.

Before he could even glare, a powerful fist landed on his face again.

Xiao Rao spat out a mouthful of blood, including two teeth, and was on the verge of death.

If the fight continues, he might die here.

They were completely powerless to fight back.

Xiao Rao felt a surge of resentment. Some people are born into privilege, while others never reach their starting point in their entire lives.

On what grounds?

If Lu Yanwei can pursue Yu Qiao, why can't he?

Just because he doesn't have Lu Yanwei's money? Status?

Xiao Rao's eyes reflected resentment and unwillingness as he looked up to meet Lu Yanwei's gaze.

But when he met Lu Yanwei's narrow eyes, which were bloodshot and filled with a dark aura, Xiao Rao's heart tightened and a trace of fear flashed in his eyes.

In his memory, Lu Yanwei's business image had always been aloof yet gentlemanly, but now he looked terrifying, like an enraged beast.

Like a deadly demon.

Lu Yanwei glared coldly at Xiao Rao, the veins on the back of his hand bulging, the image of Yu Qiao being frightened and panicked flashing through his mind.

"I never hit anyone, and I have no violent tendencies."

"But you're a slut, you deserve to be beaten."

Lu Yanwei clenched his fist, then suddenly raised his hand and smashed it towards Xiao Rao's chest.

His fist was filled with ruthless and sinister intent. If this punch landed, Xiao Rao would likely be in serious trouble, especially if it hit his heart.

Xiao Rao finally felt the chilling, bloodthirsty terror of Lu Yanwei. He struggled to get away, but he couldn't move.

Damn it, I was being beaten like a dog, without even the strength to fight back.

Xiao Rao closed his eyes in despair, and he heard Lu Yanwei's bones cracking.

And the sharp mockery that comes with the crashing down.

"Meow meow meow~"

Just then, a trembling meow sounded as Lu Yanwei walked by.

At the same time, with a loud bang, Xiao Rao felt the ground beneath him shake.

But no pain came.

Xiao Rao quickly opened his eyes, only to be kicked by Lu Yanwei.

Lu Yanwei looked down at the trembling kitten. The kitten raised its head, its large emerald eyes looking at him with fear and tension.

The person and the cat stared at each other.

Lu Yanwei's cold and sinister expression gradually softened.

The kitten meowed pitifully, "Meow~"

It's a baby.

Lu Yanwei stretched out his well-defined fingers and then realized that the back of his hand had been injured by striking the gravel on the ground. It was a bloody mess, a shocking sight.

"Meow~" The kitten stretched out its two paws and tugged at Lu Yanwei's trouser leg, its big eyes watery and bright, as if it was very aggrieved.

A cool breeze blew, lifting Lu Yanwei's dark hair and revealing his widow's peak. His dark eyes darkened further, and he quickly picked up the kitten.

The kitten nestled in his arms, its pink paws tugging at Lu Yanwei's collar, and it even glanced down at Xiao Rao, who was bruised and battered and on the verge of death.

She pointedly said to Lu Yanwei, "Meow~ woof meow~"

Will he die?

Lu Yanwei seemed to understand, his slender fingertips touched the kitten's nose, he turned the kitten's head away, and turned around.

Behind him was the dark, cold moonlight. The man's hair was jet black, and his face showed tenderness after the coldness had faded. His hands were covered in gruesome flesh, but he lowered his eyes and said softly, "A scourge lives on for a thousand years. He won't die."