Viciousness
Shen Anxia was in excruciating pain all over her body, as if her internal organs had shifted. She tried to curl up on her side and get up.
But as soon as she fell, the man behind her caught up again, and while Shen Anxia was on the ground, he pounced on her and pinned her down, pulling at her shorts while yelling, "You bitch, I'll fuck you to death!!"
The disparity in strength between the man and woman was too great. Shen Anxia was pinned down by the man and could barely struggle. She had no time to be afraid and was only thinking about how to escape from him. She tried to scratch his face with both hands, but she couldn't reach him at all.
Seeing that Shen Anxia could still struggle, the man swung his arm and slapped her hard across the face. Shen Anxia saw stars from the slap, her cheek was twisted to one side, her brain was a little oxygen-deprived, and her strength was reduced by 80%, so she couldn't even lift her arm.
She didn't have time to think about her swollen cheeks or whether she would die; at that moment, she had only one thought in her mind.
She's going to be violated by this beast.
She had never made enemies with anyone in her life, yet today she had to pay the price for someone else's mistakes.
Tears streamed uncontrollably down my cheeks.
Her life ended there.
Just a moment ago, she was happy to be back in Yi'an, overjoyed to have a future with Yang Zheng, and looking forward to returning to her parents' side every day.
Seeing that Shen Anxia had stopped struggling, the man cursed, "C."
She slightly raised herself to undo her belt.
With the pressure lessening, Shen Anxia became clearer-headed. No, she couldn't just let herself be slaughtered like this. Yang Zheng was already on his way; he would do anything to save her. They still had a bright future.
Shen Anxia gathered all her strength, bent her knee and rammed upwards, hitting the man's sensitive area. The impact, bursting with power, was imbued with Shen Anxia's hope to live. She used all her strength. Caught off guard by the impact, the man let out a bloodcurdling scream, clamped his legs together, curled up, and fell to his side, rolling around.
Shen Anxia struggled to get up and continue running, but she fell to the ground again after only a few steps. She had twisted her ankle, and the excruciating pain only now spread from her ankle. Ignoring the pain, she quickly stood up again and struggled to run forward with a limp.
The man behind her felt a slight relief from the pain in her sensitive area, pulled out a dagger about half a foot long from his pocket, and staggered after Shen Anxia.
Shen Anxia ran forward with all her might, but she was limping and not very fast. The man behind her was catching up quickly. Her vision was blurry, and she was frantically calling out Yang Zheng's name in her heart, but she couldn't make a sound. She was almost in despair.
Just then, a faint light suddenly appeared in the distance. Shen Anxia wiped away her tears and looked closely. Sure enough, it was light!
Those were the car's high beams, like a sharp blade slicing through the long night and darkness, bringing hope to Shen Anxia. Her previously dim eyes lit up, and she headed straight for the light, only to be pulled backward by a strong force, falling to the ground. The car lights disappeared from her sight instantly, replaced by that disgusting face.
From the moment Yang Zheng heard the driver's initial scream, he knew that Shen Anxia must have done something. The ensuing curses, the sound of the car door opening, and the series of noises from the phone all indicated that something had happened.
Yang Zheng called out "Anxia" several times.
No one responded, but judging from the series of rustling sounds and the few crisp knocking sounds, Anxia's phone must have been lost.
The green marker on the map indicates that it has stopped, and it's almost nearby.
Adding to the fact that the man's scream sounded rather pitiful, Yang Zheng suspected that An Xia might have caused him some harm. However, this aimless speculation only made Yang Zheng more afraid.
Men, he knows them all too well. When faced with women, especially beautiful women who are powerless, they will have animalistic instincts.
He drove through a cloud of dust, the wheels crunching and splintering stones, the sound of the car crashing against the ground echoing loudly. Finally, he saw Shen Anxia, her clothes torn, covered in blood, limping towards him. Behind her was a man with a blood-covered face, about to grab her.
The speedometer had reached its limit, and the car could go no faster. Yang Zheng's eyes were sharp as he saw the man grab Shen Anxia's hair from behind again, pulling her backward. In that instant, Yang Zheng's eyes widened in fury, and he instinctively wanted to crash into the man, but then he saw Shen Anxia in front of him.
The screeching of brakes rang out, and the car slid forward two meters before coming to a stop. Yang Zheng, his whole being filled with rage, got out of the car, his eyes fixed on Shen Anxia covered in blood.
The car was still running, the engine was still turning, and countless dust particles rose up from the ground, swirling in front of the headlights. Against the headlights, he looked like a vengeful ghost who had just returned from a battle in hell. The man had just pinned Shen Anxia to the ground when he belatedly realized that the car in front of him and the person who got out of it were actually coming for him. He glanced at Shen Anxia lying on the ground, turned around and ran back.
"Yang Zheng!" Shen Anxia called out weakly to the god who was coming towards her against the light. She had been pushed to her limit, all her senses were twitching, and she tried her best to get up and run to Yang Zheng, but she couldn't even stand up. Her legs gave way and she fell down.
Yang Zheng caught her quickly, picked her up and carefully placed her on the back seat of the car. He took the windbreaker from the back seat and covered her with it. Suppressing the violent emotions in his heart, he whispered to her, "Don't be afraid, Anxia, I'm here."
Shen Anxia sat with her knees drawn up, her body trembling like a leaf. She tried to open her eyes wide, holding back her tears, and nodded heavily to Yang Zheng.
Yang Zheng took a baseball bat from Shen Anxia's seat. Seeing this, Shen Anxia quickly grabbed his wrist and shook her head repeatedly: "No, Yang Zheng, let's go back. There are more people coming this way."
Yang Zheng kissed her forehead and comforted her, "Don't be afraid, I'm here. Close your eyes, it will be soon."
Shen Anxia closed her eyes as instructed.
Yang Zheng helped Shen Anxia fasten her seatbelt, closed the back door, returned to the driver's seat, and sped off towards the person running back.
Shen Anxia hugged her knees and was pulled backward by the huge force. She opened her eyes and stared intently at Yang Zheng's movements. She also saw the driver in front of her running wildly in the direction of his taxi.
During their pursuit of Shen Anxia, the two had run quite a distance, and he was still some distance from his taxi.
Yang Zheng floored the accelerator and caught up in two seconds. He drifted across the middle of the dirt road, separating the man from his car.
Shen Anxia was pulled to the side by the force, but fortunately the seat belt restrained her and she was not thrown out.
Yang Zheng got out of the car carrying a baseball bat. Seeing that things were not going well, the man ran in another direction.
How could Yang Zheng let him go? He raised his baseball bat and struck the man in the back, sending him flying. The man lay on the ground groaning in pain. Yang Zheng took two steps forward, raised the baseball bat, and struck the man in the back shoulder twice more. Then he threw the baseball bat aside, turned the man's shoulder so he was facing him, and punched the man in the face.
The punch was no small amount. Shen Anxia clearly saw the man's right cheek cave in, blood splatter from his mouth, and a bloody tooth fly out with it. Then he seemed to faint, completely powerless to fight back.
But Yang Zheng had no intention of letting him go. He pressed his right leg down on the man's thigh, and the man screamed instantly. The hand that had been pinned to his side suddenly rose and aimed for Yang Zheng's carotid artery. A blinding light flashed across his hand, and Shen Anxia realized from the momentary reflection that it was a dagger. Yang Zheng would be stabbed by the man in the next second. She was utterly powerless. She covered her mouth with both hands, unable to utter a single broken sound, and watched helplessly as Yang Zheng was about to be stabbed by the thug.
But what was expected did not happen. Yang Zheng firmly grasped the man's hand holding the dagger in mid-air, rendering him unable to move.
"If you want to be a beast, then don't stay among people." Yang Zheng spoke slowly with a gloomy expression, and with a forceful pull of his finger, the thug cried out in pain and released the dagger, which slid into the roadside bushes.
A surge of rage rushed into Yang Zheng's mind like a torrent. Like a mad, bloodthirsty lone wolf, his eyes bloodshot, he grabbed the other man's collar and slammed him straight into his face. The man's head snapped back violently, blood gushing from his nose. The blood splattered onto the man's face and also onto Yang Zheng's cheek. Every scene was gruesome in Shen Anxia's eyes.
The man was completely powerless to fight back. After the final punch landed with a dull thud, he collapsed, only to be grabbed by Yang Zheng, who mercilessly slammed his knee into the man's abdomen. The man hunched over, gagging, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth in long, thin streaks, and convulsed on the ground.
Yang Zheng didn't stop there. He raised his foot and kicked the man repeatedly in the ribs, back, and waist. Each kick was filled with piercing hatred. The man's painful screams mingled with the muffled thuds of bones colliding, echoing in the silent space. Only when the man was completely still, lying motionless on the ground, did Yang Zheng stop, panting heavily. His chest heaved violently, and a fierce glint remained in his eyes.
Every blow Yang Zheng delivered sent chills down Shen Anxia's spine. Just moments ago, she feared she would fall into the hands of thugs, but now she feared Yang Zheng would actually beat that person to death.
No, Yang Zheng still has a bright future; he shouldn't have to pay the price for such scum's behavior.
She called out in a trembling voice, "Yang Zheng."
Upon hearing this voice, Yang Zheng regained some of his composure. He released the scumbag who was now practically a cripple, walked back to the car, stood outside the window, and wanted to touch Shen Anxia's cheek to tell her not to be afraid.
As soon as Yang Zheng reached out, he saw that his hands were covered in the man's blood. He quickly put his hands behind his back, bent down, and gently said to Shen Anxia in the back seat, "Don't be afraid, Anxia, he's alright."
Shen Anxia's eyes were brimming with tears. She widened her eyes to hold back the tears and nodded heavily to Yang Zheng, saying, "Let's go find the police. Let's go."
"The police are coming soon, Anxia, close your eyes."
As Yang Zheng said this, the sound of a car speeding by came from another direction. Shen Anxia looked over in horror and said in a hoarse voice, "Yang Zheng, his people are here!"
Yang Zheng's brow furrowed, and he slowly looked up over the car roof. His eyes were filled with ruthlessness again, and he said, word by word, with a chilling tone, "Perfect, let's deal with it all at once."
Shen Anxia did not want Yang Zheng to put himself in danger; he had always been gentle and polite in front of her.
I've never felt so cold and menacing before.
She was afraid something would happen to him.
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