Rong Hang's carefully selected Chinese restaurant lived up to its reputation, serving Hangzhou cuisine with unparalleled skill, earning Jiang Yixing's frequent praise.
After a hearty meal, it was almost eight o'clock.
The driver took Jiang Yixing home first, and even made sure to leave space so that his young master could walk to escort Miss Jiang downstairs.
It was only a distance of a hundred meters or so, but it took Jiang Yixing and Rong Hang, who were usually capable of anything, almost ten minutes to walk it.
Jiang Yixing looked at the increasingly crimson sunset on the horizon, but felt it couldn't compare to the slight smile on Rong Hang's face.
Jiang Yixing was inwardly frantic; the woman was truly as beautiful as a painting!
Rong Hang's appearance is indeed enticing; no wonder he can top the list of idle books in the immortal realm even after becoming a demon.
While secretly condemning himself for his audacity, Jiang Yixing couldn't help but stare at Rong Hang with great interest.
Rong Hang was so stared at that he almost walked with his hands and feet in unison.
When they arrived at the apartment building, both of them sighed as they looked at the familiar building, but maintained a serious expression.
Jiang Yixing waved goodbye, and Rong Hang nodded in acknowledgment.
Unlike the brightly lit apartments in new residential areas, Jiang Yixing's apartment had a section of unlit path leading into the building, surrounded by grass. As it approached nine o'clock, the night deepened.
As Jiang Yixing walked downstairs, he stopped in his tracks, and Rong Hang, who had already turned around behind him, also turned around again.
The assailant who attacked Jiang Yixing was surprised when Jiang Yixing just looked at him calmly. Jiang Yixing felt something was wrong, but he had already rushed out and there was no turning back. The assailant quickly stepped forward, holding a knife, and tried to grab Jiang Yixing.
The assailant thought that a minor celebrity would be so frightened by the knife that he would crawl down and not dare to move.
Unexpectedly, Jiang Yixing moved even faster than him, taking a few steps in his direction and raising her long legs. The thug was momentarily stunned by the straight legs, and an inappropriate thought crossed his mind: those legs are really beautiful.
The next second, the leg he thought looked good kicked him hard.
The moment he was hit, the assailant felt as if he had been punched in the stomach by a boxer. He could no longer hold the knife handle, and the knife slipped from his grasp, but Jiang Yixing caught it.
The assailant's pupils constricted sharply; he caught a blade bare-handed?!
Jiang Yixing smoothly gripped the knife handle and even twirled it in his hand with a flourish.
The thug was knocked to the ground. The night was dark and gloomy. Jiang Yixing stood on his chest, the tip of his knife pointing directly at his face.
If she let go, the knife would definitely fall to the ground and stab herself in the face or neck. For a moment, the assailant even considered calling for help, then remembered...
I'm the criminal! What's the point of calling for help?!
Footsteps sounded, and the thug craned his neck to look back. The man who had clearly left was now standing beside him.
Rong Hang's expression was even more terrifying than Jiang Yixing's. The thugs only glanced at him before silently turning away.
When Rong Hang arrived, Jiang Yixing had already raised his leg, but the dagger in his hand was still pointed at the thug, making him afraid to move.
Rong Hang delivered another kick, this time landing squarely on the assailant's chest. The assailant flew a meter away, rolling several times on the ground before clutching his chest and doubled over in excruciating pain, coughing repeatedly.
The assailant, seeing the two men approaching, couldn't hold back his tears; his nose, scraped against the ground, was bleeding.
I was devastated. Were those two Muay Thai fighters?
Why did I take this job?
Rong Hang crouched down, his eyes so dark they seemed bottomless. "Why did you ambush her?"
Jiang Yixing stood behind Rong Hang, looking down at the thug; he could only see her chin.
The robber's face was covered in blood, and he could barely speak, stammering, "Robbery...robbery..."
Rong Hang remained motionless, his gaze making him uneasy, but his consciousness gradually blurred, and the pain in his chest rendered him almost unable to speak.
Jiang Yixing twirled the dagger he'd snatched from the thug with one hand, looking at the half-conscious man, and said, "Let's call the police."
Rong Hang grabbed the thug's coat, lifted the grown man up with one hand, and walked a few steps to the car.
The driver was startled to see the young master carrying a man who had been beaten half to death. "Young master, are you alright?"
"It's okay, let's go to the police station."
The driver didn't dare to delay and drove at breakneck speed. There was a police station near Jiang Yixing's apartment, and they arrived at the door in less than five minutes.
Jiang Yixing and Rong Hang led the thugs through the gate, and the driver quickly called Rong Chengzhang from the doorway.
The police station door was opened, and two police officers on duty inside looked up when they heard the noise.
Two men carried in a man whose face was covered in blood. The man was tall and had a gloomy expression.
The woman held a knife in her hanging hand, and her leather shoes were covered in mud.
The police officers immediately grabbed their defensive tools. Were these two people there to assault the police?!
Jiang Yixing pinched the tip of the knife and handed the handle to the policeman. Seeing that the policeman was stiff and did not take it, she placed it on the table herself.
"Hello, I want to call the police. He rushed out and attacked me when I was coming home at night."
Jiang Yixing pointed at the thugs that Rong Hang had left on the stool next to him.
The assailant was dressed in all black, had a buzz cut, and a tattoo on his neck. If it weren't for the blood on his face and his weakness that made him unable to even support himself, he would have looked quite like a bad guy.
But...he's been beaten up like this, so who attacked whom?!
The young policeman was stunned for a moment, but a female policeman who came out to watch the commotion recognized Jiang Yixing and said, "Aren't you Jiang Yixing?"
Jiang Yixing looked at the policewoman, immediately remembered her, and smiled, "Ah, it's you."
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