Seeing the increasingly obvious trust and closeness in Zhang Xuanhua's eyes, Ning Xiuyan's sense of control grew day by day.
However, this one-sided "hunting" game seemed too smooth to Ning Xiuyan.
Zhang Xuanhua acted too pure and too dependent, like a piece of white paper without a speck of dust.
This would occasionally cause Ning Xiuyan to have a tiny bit of doubt in his heart, but it was quickly drowned out by the other party's defenseless, angelic smile and obedient attitude towards him.
He needs a little "stimulation", an opportunity to break through this seemingly innocent barrier and allow him to truly touch the other person.
The opportunity soon came in a way that Ning Xiuyan had never expected.
It was a weekend evening.
Zhang Xuanhua sent a message to Ning Xiuyan, his tone a little hesitant and uneasy, saying that he went alone to a newly opened art park in the west of the city to see a small art exhibition, and when he came out he felt as if someone was following him.
There was also a location at the end of the information, which was a relatively secluded alley near the park.
Ning Xiuyan almost immediately dropped what he was doing and drove away.
When he arrived at the location, it was almost dark.
The back alley was narrow and dim, with only a faint light coming through from the main road in the distance, barely illuminating the wet ground and mottled walls.
In the alley, Zhang Xuanhua was surrounded by three ruffian men.
He leaned against the cold wall, a canvas bag of painting supplies slung over one shoulder. His face looked unusually pale in the dim light, his body was trembling slightly, and his light blue eyes were filled with fear and helplessness, like a fawn caught in a pack of wolves.
"Boy, are you going to an art exhibition? You're quite rich, right? Lend us some flowers?" The man in a floral shirt, holding a cigarette in his mouth, approached with ill intentions and reached out to pull the canvas bag off Zhang Xuanhua's shoulder.
"Stop!" Ning Xiuyan shouted and rushed forward with great momentum.
His tall figure was extremely oppressive in the dim alley. The three thugs were obviously not expecting someone to appear and were stunned for a moment.
"Who are you? Mind your own business!" The man in the flowered shirt let go of Zhang Xuanhua and turned to Ning Xiuyan with a fierce tone.
Ning Xiuyan stood in front of Zhang Xuanhua, protecting him behind him, staring coldly at the three men: "He's mine. Get out of here!"
"Hey? So arrogant?" Another yellow-haired thug sneered and weighed the half brick in his hand. "Brothers, today..."
Before he could finish his words, something unexpected happened!
Zhang Xuanhua, who was protected by Ning Xiuyan behind him, trembled even more violently, as if he was extremely scared.
However, just as the yellow-haired thug was about to finish his words and his attention was completely attracted by Ning Xiuyan, Zhang Xuanhua moved!
Zhang Xuanhua was like a long-accumulated black lightning, suddenly appearing from behind Ning Xiuyan without any warning!
He ignored the yellow-haired man holding the brick and aimed directly at the man in the flowered shirt who was leading the group! His left hand was as swift as a venomous snake, and he precisely grasped the wrist of the man in the flowered shirt, who was reaching towards Ning Xiuyan, and pressed down hard on the tendons on the inside of his wrist joint with his thumb!
At the same time, his right knee made a sharp sound and hit the opponent's defenseless soft abdomen like a sledgehammer!
"Ah!" The man in the flowered shirt was caught off guard. He felt a sharp pain and numbness in his wrist, followed by a severe cramping pain in his abdomen. He screamed and fell to the ground with his back hunched like a cooked shrimp, curling up on the ground and retching in pain.
This sudden counterattack happened in a split second! The yellow-haired man and another thug nearby were completely stunned, their hands holding the bricks frozen in mid-air.
Zhang Xuanhua's movements didn't falter. The moment the man in the flowered shirt fell, he used the momentum of his forward charge to swerve nimbly. His right elbow, like an iron spike, brought all his strength to bear, fiercely smashing into the temple of the thug who had just reacted.
Bang!
There was a dull thud! Without even a groan, the thug's vision went dark, and he fell straight to the ground, losing consciousness.
The whole process took no more than three seconds! The two thugs had already lost their fighting ability!
Only the yellow-haired man holding the brick was left. His face was full of horror and disbelief, and he looked at Zhang Xuanhua as if he had seen a ghost!
He no longer had any of the ferocity he had just had. All that was left was instinctive fear, and his hands holding the brick were shaking.
Zhang Xuanhua slowly stood up, with his back to Ning Xiuyan, facing the frightened yellow-haired man.
His clean black sweatshirt was stained with a little dust, but his back was straight, and the aura he exuded was completely different from the shivering "little white rabbit" just now! It was cold, solemn, and carried a heart-pounding sense of oppression.
He tilted his head slightly, revealing half of his face.
In the dim light, Ning Xiuyan could only see his tense jawline and the slightly raised corners of his lips - the arc was cold and cruel, with a hint of mockery.
"Do you want to borrow more?" Zhang Xuanhua's voice sounded. It was no longer the clear voice of a young boy, but low and hoarse, with a cold and hard texture like the friction of metal. Every word was like an ice bead hitting the ground.
The yellow-haired gangster was so frightened that he screamed, threw down the brick, and crawled to drag his unconscious companion from the ground.
He kicked the man in the flowered shirt who was still retching, and the three of them disappeared into the depths of the alley in the blink of an eye like stray dogs.
Dead silence.
Only Ning Xiuyan and Zhang Xuanhua, as well as the lonely brick on the ground, were left in the narrow alley.
Zhang Xuanhua slowly turned around.
The cold and murderous look on his face receded like the tide at an astonishing speed.
When those light blue eyes looked at Ning Xiuyan again, they were filled with tears of shock and tears. Her face was pale and her lips were trembling slightly.
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