Before He Jiahang could finish his words, Bo Junyi punched him in the face.
He groaned and stumbled back into the room.
The woman in the house who was hurriedly putting on her clothes screamed and put on her clothes tremblingly.
She stumbled out of the room with her suspender skirt hanging askew on her shoulders.
When she looked up and met Bo Junyi's cold gaze, her steps suddenly stopped.
"Handsome guy, save me, he, he just..." The woman suddenly covered her chest and leaned closer pitifully.
The scent of rosewater mixed with cheap powder hit my face.
Bo Junyi frowned in disgust, swung his long arm and threw the man half a meter away.
He rubbed his fingertips hard on his suit pants, as if he had stained something dirty.
The woman did not give up. She took out a gold-stamped business card from her handbag and deliberately brushed her scarlet-nailed fingers across Bo Junyi's palm.
Just as the business card was about to be taken, a slender figure suddenly rushed out.
Li Susu quickly snatched the card and was about to crumple it up, but when she met Bo Junyi's eye signal, she stopped and handed the card back pretending to be aggrieved.
"Be good and go back to your room first." Bo Junyi's voice was as low as a cello, and his fingertips accidentally brushed against the red tip of Li Susu's ear.
Seeing this, the woman raised the corners of her mouth, deliberately straightened her chest, and showed an attitude of victory.
Li Susu bit her lower lip and backed away into the room.
The moment the door behind him closed, the door of the next room was slammed shut.
What followed was the dull thud of fists hitting flesh and He Jiahang's wailing in a changed tone.
Li Susu leaned against the door, cold sweat already on her forehead.
He Jiahang's hideous face emerged uncontrollably in his mind - everything that happened in the KTV was like a time bomb that could explode at any time.
She clenched her fists tightly, praying that this nightmare would end soon.
Meanwhile, in the next room.
Bo Junyi pushed He Jiahang against the wall, pinched his jaw with his fingers, and drove his knee hard into his abdomen.
He Jiahang slid to the ground with a scream. Before he could get up, his black leather shoes had already crushed his wrist heavily. The crisp sound of the dislocated bones startled the woman standing next to him and she gasped.
"Guard the door." Bo Junyi ordered without turning his head.
The woman immediately straightened her back, leaned against the door frame and smiled charmingly.
Bo Junyi turned a blind eye and raised his hand to deliver another heavy punch.
A broken sob escaped He Jiahang's throat, and he stumbled backward, covering his swollen cheek.
The moment his lower back hit the edge of the table, he lost his balance and collapsed to the ground in embarrassment.
Bo Junyi approached from a high position, his black leather shoes precisely rolling over his twitching wrist.
The heel of the boot slowly exerted force on the bones, and the leather made a creepy sound when rubbing against the ground.
"ah!"
He Jiahang struggled with a distorted face, and cold sweat mixed with blood soaked the collar of his shirt.
The woman next to her suddenly clapped her hands, her fiery red lips curled up in an exaggerated arc.
"It's incredible! This sense of power is simply fatal!"
She deliberately let the suspenders fall to her shoulders, her fiery gaze glued to Bo Junyi's slightly rolling Adam's apple, the ending tone of her voice was so sweet that it was sickening.
"Handsome boy, can you teach me this skill?"
Bo Junyi glanced down at He Jiahang, who was struggling under his shoes, and raised the corners of his lips slightly: "No problem."
The drawn-out ending tone carries a hint of nonchalance.
The woman's cheeks suddenly turned red, and her fingertips unconsciously curled her messy hair.
Her eyes moved back and forth between the man's handsome face and the disheveled He Jiahang lying on the ground.
The more I look at them, the more I realize how completely different these two people are.
When Bo Junyi was about to attack, she turned away on her high heels and said, "Handsome boy, don't hurt him too badly."
Fingers painted with pearlescent nail polish tentatively placed on Bo Junyi's arm. "If you keep hitting me, the police will come."
At this moment, He Jiahang on the ground suddenly yelled, "This is simply too much. What did I do wrong? But I was beaten like this for playing with a woman—"
Bo Junyi shook off the woman, and the moment he raised his leg, he crushed the other person's elbow with his heel. He didn't care whether the other person was screaming or howling. He asked the woman to help him find a rope, and tied He Jiahang to the chair with neat movements.
He Jiahang struggled, cursing, but couldn't break free.
Bo Junyi turned around, glanced at the woman watching the fun, pointed his chin at the slippers on the ground, and spoke in a low and seductive voice.
"If you dare to slap him a hundred times, I'll take you away tonight."
The woman's eyes lit up instantly and she stared at Bo Junyi greedily.
Not only is he handsome, but you can tell at first glance that he is a rich man.
She was so excited that her breathing became rapid. She quickly picked up the slippers, her eyes full of excitement and flattery.
Then she raised her hand and slapped He Jiahang's face hard without hesitation.
With a crisp "pop" sound, the slippers collided with flesh, and He Jiahang groaned in pain.
The woman seemed not to hear anything and hit He Jiahang hard on the face again and again with a sense of venting her feelings. She even turned around and winked at Bo Junyi.
Bo Junyi put his hands in the pockets of his windbreaker and said casually, "I'm going to the bathroom. Don't stop."
As he spoke, he glanced at He Jiahang, whose face had swollen like a pig's head, and said word by word: "Otherwise, we have to start all over again..."
"Don't worry, I will definitely teach him a lesson." The woman smiled meaningfully, "But handsome, you have to keep your promise and take me away tonight."
Bo Junyi lowered his eyes, concealing his expression. His voice was filled with a distant coldness: "It's a deal."
After saying that, he quietly moved closer behind He Jiahang.
The blade hidden in the palm of his hand shone with a cold light, and when the woman was fixing her hair with her back turned, it accurately cut into the taut rope.
With a slight movement, the ropes binding him became loose.
He Jiahang didn't notice it because his hands were numb.
It wasn't until the heavy wooden door slammed shut that he felt the sense of freedom in his wrist.
He gritted his teeth and struggled, and the broken rope fell directly to the ground.
Almost at the same time, he turned over and pounced on the woman, and the sound of porcelain breaking and clothes being torn suddenly rang out in the house.
Bo Junyi raised the corners of his lips in a cold smile, then turned and went into the next room.
At this time, Li Susu was huddled up with her knees hugged, tears hanging from the corners of her eyes.
He half-knelt on the ground and held her in his arms, his warm breath sweeping past her ears: "Be good, don't be afraid..."
Li Susu couldn't stop shaking all over, raised her face and sobbed, "Bo Junyi, stop hitting me, someone will die..."
Bo Junyi wiped away the tears on her face with his slender fingers, and said in a terrifyingly calm tone: "Don't worry, I know my limits."
After he finished speaking, he immediately dialed the phone and instructed the bodyguard on the other end of the phone: "In 305 of the Regal Hotel, someone is violently assaulting someone. Have the local police seal off the scene within ten minutes..."
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