Huo Jiayuan's desperate cries were quickly drowned out by the crowd. No one could hear her, and protests gradually rose in waves. Before the match, they had bet heavily on Meng Yan to win, but this match would leave them with nothing.
"Useless trash, stand up!"
"We wasted our money!"
"Pay up!"
However, the louder these people shouted, the more smug Mingliang, who was sitting to the side, became.
With such high odds, he could make a fortune.
Meng Yan was able to earn so much money for him before his death, which can be considered making the best use of his talents.
He smiled, spat out the sunflower seed shells from his mouth, and instructed his men to find a decent burial site for Meng Yan. After all, they were brothers; erecting a blank tombstone would be his way of remembering him.
"Boss, look!"
The sudden panicked voices of his subordinates startled Mingliang!
He looked in the direction his subordinate was pointing, and in the chaotic crowd was a small, thin figure, like a persistent and tenacious little rabbit, desperately climbing onto the stage amidst the turmoil. Bodyguards were trying to stop her, but she was like a madwoman; even several tall, burly men couldn't hold her shoulders down…
No one knew who it was, but people speculated that it might be a female gambler who had lost everything.
Only Mingliang knew that Huo Jiayuan wasn't blinded by defeat; if she had a knife, she could kill without hesitation!
"Quickly...stop her!"
"Boss, don't we have rules against hitting customers? Especially since it's a woman..."
"What's wrong with the woman!" Mingliang was almost going crazy too. "If Mengyan were alive, I..."
Before she could finish speaking, someone else rushed over and grabbed Huo Jiayuan's hand. Huo Jiayuan struggled fiercely, but the person pulled her back forcefully, preventing her from going any further.
That face flashed by in front of Mingliang.
He paused for a moment, rubbed his eyes, and looked again. Huo Jiayuan and that person seemed to have disappeared at the same time.
Because of the earlier chaos, the referee stopped the match. Meng Yan was already on the verge of death. Huo Jiayuan was outside the crowd, and Xiao Rong held her down tightly. She cried out and kicked and hit Xiao Rong, but it was no use.
Xiao Rong looked at her coldly, letting her make a fuss.
She could only watch helplessly as Meng Yan was carried away, his fate unknown.
"Miss!" Xiao Rong roared.
Huo Jiayuan then came to her senses.
“Miss, stop making a scene.” After a few seconds of silence, Xiao Rong’s tone softened. “You’ve already seen him one last time. We should go home.”
Huo Jiayuan couldn't stop her tears, choked up several times, and couldn't even utter a complete sentence.
"Miss……"
"But he's dying..." she said, her heart breaking. "I saw him being beaten..."
"That's his fate."
"I can't just leave like this!"
"Miss, what did you promise me?"
Xiao Rong looked at her with a serious expression, tinged with disappointment.
Huo Jiayuan took a deep breath, stopped talking, and silently shed tears.
“I’ve already arranged a boat, this time everything will be foolproof.” Xiao Rong patted her shoulder. “We’ll set off tonight, I must get you back to Yangcheng safely!”
“Miss, this is my duty to you,” he said in a low voice. “If you stay here any longer, you, the Huo family, and the Lu family will be in even greater danger. Even if you can’t care about my feelings, please think about your family!”
After speaking, Xiao Rong turned around, took a few steps forward, and then stopped. Huo Jiayuan saw his hand clenched into a fist at his side.
She lowered her eyes, and a wave of sadness surged in her heart.
“I promise you,” Xiao Rong said in a deep voice. “Once we’re on the ship and leave this place, I will send someone back to Biandu to inquire about Meng Yan’s whereabouts. Don’t worry, he will be fine.”
Huo Jiayuan wanted to cry, but she bit her hand tightly to keep herself from making a sound.
“Miss, try to look on the bright side,” Xiao Rong said, looking at her. “It’s common for boxers to get injured, and Meng Yan is used to this kind of life. Besides, he’s the cash cow of this boxing ring, how could the boss just stand by and watch him die?”
"Don't be afraid." His voice trailed off, but carried a chilling smile. "I assure you, he's not as fragile as you think!"
...
Even into the night, Huo Jiayuan remained in a daze.
She didn't have a cell phone, so she secretly took Xiao Rong's phone when he wasn't looking and called Zhao Ashuang. But no matter how many times she called, no one answered.
Her heart jumped again.
Just then, a message came in. She opened it by chance; the contact name was a horizontal line, the two had barely spoken, and the message just now contained only three words: He's not dead.
Huo Jiayuan was shocked, her heart pounding.
He didn't die? Does "he" refer to Meng Yan?
But who is this person, and why would they send a message to Xiao Rong, telling him that Meng Yan is not dead?
Her mind was in a mess. She wanted to click on that person's profile picture to see more details, but Xiao Rong just happened to walk in from outside.
Huo Jiayuan's hand trembled, and she turned off her phone and threw it aside!
"Miss, what's wrong?" Xiao Rong asked, noticing her pale face.
Huo Jiayuan shook her head slightly.
"I'm all packed, let's go."
She softly agreed and followed Xiao Rong. Nothing happened on the way from home to the dock; the sea was calm tonight, a good time to set sail.
It was close to midnight, and there were hardly any people left on the dock. The small businesses that usually operated there were also closing up shop by this time.
Huo Jiayuan was sitting in the waiting room.
Xiao Rong went to check the situation on the ship and instructed the other two bodyguards to stay and guard the ship. Huo Jiayuan got bored while waiting, so she got up and walked around. Suddenly, a little girl selling flowers ran up and handed her a rose.
The two bodyguards immediately stood up, but Huo Jiayuan glared at them and told them to step back.
"Miss……"
"You have to be wary of a little girl?" Huo Jiayuan was already in a bad mood, so she took it out on the two of them.
The two lowered their heads and stepped back. The little girl stepped forward, looking at Huo Jiayuan with her clear, big eyes, "Sister, you are as beautiful as a flower!"
Huo Jiayuan smiled gently.
The little girl said again, "Here, you can have this flower!"
Huo Jiayuan asked her bodyguard to give her money, but the little girl refused. Instead, she shoved the flowers into her hand and ran off without a trace.
The two bodyguards looked at each other in bewilderment.
Huo Jiayuan paused for a moment, then gripped the rose in her hand. Suddenly, she noticed something inside the wrapping paper…
Her heart skipped a beat.
It was a slip of paper folded many times; otherwise, it wouldn't have been so obvious hidden inside the wrapping paper. She dismissed the bodyguards and secretly unfolded it, revealing a line of text:
Don't board the ship, it's dangerous. Meng Yan is fine.
Huo Jiayuan's mind went blank, and her heart almost jumped out of her mouth.
She subconsciously looked around, but everything seemed normal and no one was following her.
She didn't know who gave her the note; the writing was printed, and the person's intention was probably to prevent her from recognizing whose handwriting it was.
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