Chapter 146 Punishment
Zhao Kun impatiently dragged the person into the blind spot of the surveillance camera.
Looking at the increasingly red face on Jiang Qiu, Zhao Kun greedily moved like a scanner from his blurry, slightly closed eyes to Jiang Qiu's rosy lips.
Luckily, he drugged her, otherwise, it wouldn't have been so easy. This guy had never had a girlfriend, looked like a gigolo, and was clearly a hottie. Jiang Qiu had been wary of him before, but now that he had finally gotten the chance, he couldn't resist the urge anymore.
He had already inquired about it, otherwise he would not have dared to act rashly. This kid has no friends in City N at all and is very withdrawn. He is an outsider and can be bullied as he pleases.
Zhao Kun's hands fumbled around his waist, the roughness of his fingertips scraping against the shirt fabric, leaving a nauseating sensation. "You're so delicate, it's a shame to be a supporting role in a film crew. Follow me, I'll protect you..."
The following words were like sand, grating on Jiang Qiu's eardrums. He wanted to curse, to struggle, but his throat felt like it was clogged with cotton, and only gurgling sounds came out. The drug burned more fiercely in his blood, and even the cracks in his bones felt numb. It was as if all the strength in his body had been drained, leaving him only a shell at the mercy of others.
The feeling of humiliation was like ice water, pouring from head to toe.
He could feel Zhao Kun's hand moving down, sticky with sweat, about to touch his penis. At that moment, Jiang Qiu suddenly smiled.
"laugh--"
A very light laugh rolled out from Jiang Qiu's throat, so hoarse that it didn't sound like a human voice.
Zhao Kun paused and looked down at him: "What are you laughing at?"
Jiang Qiu didn't answer.
A crack opened in his consciousness amidst the chaos, and those edges that had been smoothed by modern life, those sharp edges that had been concealed by the identity of "Jiang Qiu", were pouring out through this crack. What flashed before his eyes was no longer Zhao Kun's face, but Feng Li's sinister and deep face, as if saying...
See, without me you can't do anything.
Countless experiences in the Demon Realm flashed through Jiang Qiu's mind. Isn't the thrilling and ruthless world of cultivating immortals in the Demon Realm much more thrilling than this peaceful and enjoyable modern world?
He is also the Left Protector of the Demon Realm.
Why do I go backwards the more I live?
If...if Feng Li knew, he would laugh to death.
Jiang Qiu let out a hoarse laugh from his throat
"You fucking..." Zhao Kun saw his eyes were wide open, thinking he was scared and stupid, so he cursed and reached out to his ** again.
Just then, Jiang Qiu moved.
He suddenly raised his head, his neck tensed like a fully drawn bow, and his forehead hit Zhao Kun's nose precisely.
“Crack!”
There was a crisp sound mixed with a muffled groan.
Zhao Kun's screams almost overturned the roof of the alley. He stumbled back, holding his nose, and blood immediately flowed out from between his fingers.
There was a large amount of blood. "How dare you hit me?!" His eyes were red with pain, and he looked at Jiang Qiu with a murderous look. "I think you are tired of living!"
Jiang Qiu sneered, "I fucking bumped into you, idiot!"
After this collision, Jiang Qiu felt dizzy and his forehead was burning with pain. He didn't care about Zhao Kun's insults, but seemed to have a strong will to support him. When the effect of the drug became more and more effective, he could take advantage of Zhao Kun's retreat, use his hands and feet to get up, turn around and run deep into the alley.
His shirt was ripped askew, the hem of the shirt constantly blowing in the wind. Jiang Qiu felt his body alternately hot and cold, sweat dripping down his forehead. He felt so exhausted that he wanted to lie down immediately. But the voice behind him was still chasing him.
Jiang Qiu leaned weakly against the wall, wanting to take out the cell phone from his pocket to call the police.
But his vision was as blurry as if it was covered with eye boogers, leaving him no clear space at all. No matter how he pressed the button, the phone interface could not dial the number.
"Depend on."
Jiang Qiu cursed inwardly, enduring the extreme discomfort in his body as he stumbled forward. The aftereffects of the drug had blurred his vision, making it impossible to tell which way was which. He instinctively caught a glimpse of light ahead, and a vague figure in front of him.
And Zhao Kun's roar was getting closer and closer.
Jiang Qiu's heart sank suddenly, and he stumbled. Before he could call for help, his throat was suddenly gripped by someone.
"I got you!"
Zhao Kun was panting heavily, clasping Jiang Qiu's neck fiercely with his wrist. His nose was still bleeding, and half of his face was red. Sticky blood dripped onto Jiang Qiu's forehead. The fierce force on his neck made Jiang Qiu feel as if he was about to lose his breath along with his sight.
But Jiang Qiu's half-dead appearance still couldn't calm Zhao Kun's anger.
Zhao Kun was furious and punched Jiang Qiu in the stomach.
"vomit"
Jiang Qiu was knocked against the wall and groaned. The intense pain made his vision bright and dark. Just as he was about to turn around, his wrist was grabbed tightly with such force that it seemed to crush his bones.
"Run! I want to see where you can run!" Zhao Kun pulled him back. Jiang Qiu staggered a few steps and his knee hit the edge of the trash can with a dull "bang" sound.
"Let me go..." Jiang Qiu struggled, gritting his teeth, his voice filled with the smell of blood.
"Let go?" Zhao Kun grinned and slapped him with his backhand.
“Bang!”
The crisp sound echoed in the alley, startling the night birds perched on the wall.
Jiang Qiu's head tilted sideways from the blow, and his left cheek instantly burned, as if being pricked by countless needles. He could feel warm liquid oozing from the corner of his mouth, mixed with the taste of rust, spreading across the tip of his tongue.
This slap completely stunned him.
Zhao Kun clutched his bleeding nose, his forehead veins bulging with pain. His eyes glared at Jiang Qiu like poisoned knives. He chased him into the alleyway, and in the dim light of a distant street lamp, he saw Jiang Qiu staggering against the wall, his steps unsteady and threatening to collapse at any moment—the drug had clearly taken effect, making it difficult for him to even stand.
"Run? Run again!" Zhao Kun grabbed Jiang Qiu's arm with such force that it almost broke his bones. "You dare to hit me? Do you really think that if you pretend to be so noble, someone will protect you?"
Jiang Qiu's entire body felt weak, and he was about to collapse. After being beaten like that, his consciousness was almost dizzy, but he still gritted his teeth and tried to shake him off: "Let go..."
"Let go?" Zhao Kun grinned and slapped Jiang Qiu in the face again.
A crisp "smack" sounded, particularly piercing in the quiet alley. Jiang Qiu's head tilted sideways, a red mark instantly appearing on his cheek, and even a streak of blood oozing from the corner of his mouth. The force sent him stumbling to the ground, his back hitting the cold wall, and he groaned in pain.
"Damn it, are you still pretending to be tough in front of me?" Zhao Kun squatted down, grabbed Jiang Qiu's hair, and forced him to look up. The greed and malice in his eyes almost overflowed. "Don't think I don't know what you're thinking. Aren't you just trying to climb up the social ladder? Now you know how to beg me? It's too late!"
He leaned close to Jiang Qiu's ear, his voice sticky and greasy, with the smell of alcohol and disgusting desire: "I'm telling you, when you come here, you have to abide by the rules. I've seen many people like you who look clean, but they are very slutty at heart! I'll make you happy today, and you will have benefits in the future, otherwise..."
Zhao Kun suddenly let go, and Jiang Qiu's head hit the ground hard, his vision blacking out. He looked at Zhao Kun's distorted face, a sneer on his face, and listened to those obscene words, his stomach churning.
"Bah, what a thing." Zhao Kun spat and reached out to tear Jiang Qiu's clothes. "If you don't accept my toast, you'll have to pay me back. When I've had enough fun, I'll throw you over to my brothers to have some fun. Let's see if you dare to challenge me again!"
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