Chapter 61 Madman vs. Hell on Earth [Past episodes were extremely angsty and mentally disturbing...]
Manager Wang's eyes lit up immediately.
They originally planned to get Lu Huaijin drunk, then use his finger to unlock the phone and call Wen Yinhe, but unexpectedly, the other party called first.
Ironically, this actually saved them some trouble.
Manager Wang quietly picked up Lu Huaijin's phone.
No one at the table showed any surprise at his behavior; instead, they all wore expressions of watching a show.
The call connected, and Manager Wang licked his lips, his hands trembling slightly with excitement. Using the background noise as cover, he spoke quickly and in a low voice into the phone:
"Bihaixuan, 5th Floor, Lanting Hotel, No. 66 Jinqiu Avenue"
After saying that, he immediately hung up the phone. To prevent the other party from calling back, he also insidiously turned off his phone before casually putting it back where it was.
Throughout the entire ordeal, Lu Huaijin had no idea what had happened.
After he finally recovered, he was met with an even more aggressive round of drinking, giving him no time to catch his breath.
He really wanted to curse.
I don't know what's wrong with these bastards today, they're targeting him repeatedly.
Lu Huaijin's stomach churned violently, the alcohol burning his internal organs like fire, and his intestines and stomach spasmed violently.
However, when he thought of the people waiting for him at home, and of Wen Yinhe's gentle and affectionate face, he gritted his teeth and raised his glass again.
His tongue was almost numb, his Adam's apple bobbed as he repeatedly shoved the spicy liquor into his mouth.
Another glass of wine down.
Lu Huaijin showed no sign of vulnerability, and even managed to respond with an elegant smile amidst the cheers of the crowd.
However, after a short while, he couldn't hold on any longer and made up an excuse to go to the bathroom.
After Lu Huaijin's figure completely disappeared from the private room, the people at the table exchanged glances and burst into triumphant laughter.
...
At the same time, Wen Yinhe blankly put down the phone, a sudden sense of panic rising in his heart.
His first reaction was to call again, but all he heard was a busy signal that the phone was switched off.
Overwhelmed by immense worry and fear, countless terrifying possibilities flooded his mind, ultimately converging into the same thought—
Did something happen to Huai Jin?
The moment this thought crossed Wen Yinhe's mind, he felt as if someone had grabbed his neck and choked him, making it hard to breathe. He felt as if he had fallen into an invisible black hole, and was met with an infinite, unknown fear that seeped into his bones.
He wanted to ask others for help, but found that he didn't even know Lu Huaijin's assistant's number.
The address uttered by the unfamiliar male voice on the phone immediately flashed into his mind.
He seemed to have no other choice.
The thought of leaving home seemed so insignificant in light of the fear that something might have happened to Lu Huaijin.
He didn't have his own cell phone, so he used his home landline to call a taxi, then put on a hat and mask, took the cash, and went out.
Seeing a stranger again after a whole year, Wen Yinhe did not feel any discomfort as he had the last time.
He had no time to think about anything else; his mind was filled with whether Huai Jin was alright, and he kept urging the driver on the way.
I just want to get to my loved one's side as quickly as possible.
Finally arriving at their destination, Wen Yinhe paid the fare and immediately got out of the car. Under the surprised gaze of the waiter, he rushed up the elevator, breathlessly found the door to the private room, and flung it open—
A dozen or so people inside the room looked at him with curiosity.
The next second, everyone burst into laughter.
"Holy crap, they actually came!"
"So obedient, hahaha! It seems Lu Huaijin has done a good job training her at home."
Wen Yinhe stared blankly at the smiling faces of the group of strangers, listening to them freely discussing his private life with Huai Jin. He felt a chill run down his spine and a sharp pain shot through his back.
He had a vague feeling that this might be a malicious and despicable joke.
But he didn't have time to care.
His eyes immediately scanned the scene anxiously, and he spotted Lu Huaijin's suit jacket on the back of a chair.
He gasped for breath and instinctively tried to step forward, but a smiling man stretched out his arm to block his way.
"Who are you? You suddenly show up in our private room without even saying hello," the man said, his face flushed from drinking, his breath reeking of alcohol. He grinned, revealing large yellow teeth, and his cloudy, excited eyes were filled with undisguised malice. He lowered his voice and said, "Is this how Lu Huaijin taught you at home?"
Wen Yinhe clenched his fists tightly, his arms trembling slightly, and cold sweat instantly broke out on his palms. He belatedly realized the fear of facing a stranger.
His breathing became slightly rapid, his heart suddenly pounded, accompanied by a strong dizziness. He instinctively felt palpitations and chest tightness, but still managed to ask, word by word, "Excuse me, I'm looking for Huai Jin. Where is Huai Jin?"
"Oh, so it's Lu Huaijin's wife checking up on us. What's your name again... Never mind, it's nothing," another middle-aged man sitting at the table smiled and waved to Wen Yinhe, beckoning him like a puppy, and patted the seat next to him. "Come here, sit here. This is your husband's seat. Do you recognize his clothes? Come sit here and chat with us."
Wen Yinhe stared intently at the suit, which Huai Jin had personally put on him before he left.
Thinking of this, his breathing became more and more rapid, almost to the point of hyperventilation. His hands and feet began to feel numb and cold, and all the muscles in his body tensed up.
He couldn't hear what the middle-aged man was saying. His overly long bangs were pressed down by his hat, completely obscuring his dark and brooding eyes. All he could do was ask, his face deathly pale, "Where is Huai Jin?"
"Tsk, I say, you child, you've only just arrived, and you're already looking for a husband? You finally get to come out, and I'm just going to take advantage of Lu Huaijin's absence to indulge myself?" The middle-aged man stared at Wen Yinhe's straight nose, which was only visible under the brim of his hat, and was extremely curious.
He secretly rubbed his fingers together, unable to resist the urge to act, and stood up, smiling as he walked over, saying, "Hey, come here first, let's chat for a bit before we talk about Lu Huaijin—"
Just as they got close, the middle-aged man suddenly reached out and knocked Wen Yinhe's hat off.
Wen Yinhe subconsciously took a step back, his eyes widening suddenly. His forehead was covered with a fine layer of sweat, his bangs were wet and stuck to his forehead, and his skin was pale from years of not seeing the sun, which made his eyebrows and eyes look even darker and thicker, almost like solidified ink.
At this moment, those dark eyes were filled with fear and panic, like a bottomless abyss, with a hint of gloom and sinister lurking deep within them.
"Oh dear, I'm so sorry, your Uncle Wang was drunk and his hand was shaking a bit. He accidentally bumped into you. You won't blame Uncle Wang, will you?"
Manager Wang was amused by his startled manner and burst into laughter.
The remaining group of people, while smoking and shaking their legs, burst into laughter.
"Look how terrified he is, hahaha!"
"Standing so far away, I can't see their faces clearly."
"Why are you still wearing a mask indoors in this sweltering heat? Take it off! Let us see just how beautiful this woman who Lu Huaijin has kept hidden away for a whole year really is!"
A sharp buzzing sound suddenly rang in Wen Yinhe's ears. The humiliating words from the past mixed with the harsh laughter of the middle-aged men, making it almost impossible to tell which was reality.
His heart was pounding wildly in his chest, a strong feeling of suffocation came from his chest cavity, a cold terror climbed up his spine, and blood was rapidly draining from his face, making his already pale skin even whiter and more terrifying, like that of a dead man.
His hands, placed at his sides, were clenched so tightly that the knuckles protruded, and his Adam's apple bobbed violently, as if he was trying his best to suppress some extremely violent and crazy emotion.
A group of people had been expecting him to cry, but when they didn't get the reaction they wanted, they immediately started shouting as if they had lost face:
"Hey, are you fucking mute? We called you over politely, but you wouldn't listen. Do we have to go and beg you ourselves?"
However, before they could finish their sentence, the man in the silent room opposite them suddenly raised his head and stared straight at them.
Those dark eyes were now surging with a frenzied, bloodthirsty light, staring intently at them. They didn't look like human eyes, but rather like those of a demon crawling out of hell, eerie and cold, as if they could pounce on them at any moment and tear their flesh off piece by piece.
Just one glance at it is enough to give someone a night of nightmares.
An eerie silence suddenly fell over the scene.
Wen Yinhe's vision was almost completely obscured by hallucinations. He saw not human faces, but the faces of ugly, distorted monsters.
A strong metallic taste suddenly filled his mouth, and he didn't even realize that he had bitten the tip of his tongue.
The taste of blood in his mouth made his eyes even redder, and his gaze became increasingly crazed and sinister, making him no different from a ghost.
He heard a violent, frenzied voice constantly echoing in his chaotic mind—
Kill them.
Shut them up.
An urge to destroy everything surged wildly through his limbs and bones, almost devouring his crumbling sanity.
He even felt a hallucinatory pain, and began to fantasize about his teeth biting through someone's throat, with warm, sweet-smelling liquid gushing out...
However, at that moment, his gaze once again inadvertently drifted to the familiar suit jacket on the back of the chair.
The terrifying and violent imagery came to an abrupt end.
He seemed to hear Lu Huaijin's deep, gentle voice calling his name again and again.
Reason slowly returned, and Wen Yinhe did his best to suppress the crazy and terrifying thoughts in his heart.
He bit down hard on his already torn tongue, and even more blood gushed out, the intense pain keeping his mind clear.
He desperately reminded himself—
He couldn't take action; these were all Huai Jin's business partners. He had seen how hard and desperate Huai Jin worked for his job.
He couldn't ruin Huai Jin's important business.
The group on the other side finally came to their senses at that moment.
Manager Wang was closest to Wen Yinhe and had almost thought he was going to be killed by this man. Now that he had regained his senses, remembering the fear and cowardice he had shown, he became enraged and grabbed Wen Yinhe by the collar, spitting and cursing:
"Fuck your mother! What the hell is that look in your eyes? How dare you look at me like that? Believe me or not, I'll cripple you right now and see if Lu Huaijin can protect you!"
He was only up to Wen Yinhe's chin, and he had to stand on tiptoe when he grabbed Wen Yinhe's collar, which looked quite comical.
Wen Yinhe lowered his eyelashes, staring at him with dark and gloomy eyes, devoid of any light or even life.
Manager Wang vaguely thought he was holding a dead person. His eyelids twitched heavily, and he subconsciously let go, trembling. He didn't even dare to look Wen Yinhe in the eye again.
Damn, is this guy mentally unstable?
Just then, Manager Li's lazy voice came from the other side of the table:
"Hey Lao Wang, you should change your old habit of getting impulsive when you drink. It's just a glare from you. We understand that young people have tempers, but don't make a big deal out of it."
Manager Wang found a way out, pointed at Wen Yinhe's nose in embarrassment and annoyance, spat and said, "I don't bother with juniors, I'll let you off this time."
Manager Li was clearly there to play the good cop. He looked at Wen Yinhe with a friendly expression and said, "You know how important this project is to Lu Huaijin, right? He specially invited us to this dinner party today."
Wen Yinhe's gloomy eyes silently turned to him, awaiting his response.
Manager Li couldn't help but shiver under his gaze, secretly cursing Lu Huaijin for raising some kind of monster at home.
However, his mental fortitude is clearly better than Manager Wang's.
Manager Li, with an air of magnanimity, personally poured Wen Yinhe a glass of wine, placed it on the table, and pushed it toward him:
"Here's the deal: you have a drink with us now, and we'll forgive your impolite behavior earlier. We'll even give this project to your husband. How about that? Isn't it a good deal?"
Upon hearing this, everyone else's eyes lit up.
That brat dared to threaten them like that just now, so they have to get their revenge and humiliate Lu Huaijin.
Others chimed in, as if they had finally found new amusement for their crumbling self-esteem.
Wen Yinhe lowered his eyes, his unclear gaze falling on the swaying wine glass in front of him.
He knew perfectly well that even if he drank the wine, these people might not keep their word.
Even if Huai Jin did manage to get the project because of this, he would definitely not be happy.
But if he doesn't drink now, he probably won't be able to leave this house tonight.
He now realizes that today's phone call was aimed at him, and that Huai Jin must have been deliberately sent away by this group of people.
Wen Yinhe had nowhere to go.
Under the arrogant and disdainful gaze of the crowd, he slowly reached for the wine glass, but just before raising it, he suddenly asked again in a hoarse voice:
"Where is Huai Jin...?"
"Damn it, still muttering your man's name," even Steward Li was getting impatient. This whole drinking prelude is so long, like a woman dragging her feet. No wonder she shamelessly married a man. "You fucking drink this glass of wine now, and we'll tell you, okay?"
Wen Yinhe nodded, his face pale, took off his mask, and picked up his wine glass.
However, just as his lips were about to touch the wine glass, a familiar figure suddenly rushed out from behind and knocked the glass out of his hand.
The man he had been longing for all night finally appeared before him, but instead of being a protector, he hugged him tightly, his breathing rapid with intense anger.
God knows how shocked and angry Lu Huaijin was when he returned and saw Wen Yinhe being forced to drink by this group of scumbags.
He almost immediately realized why this group of people were behaving strangely today.
It turns out they were setting a trap for him.
He didn't care how these people humiliated him.
But their biggest mistake was touching his most precious treasure.
Lu Huaijin's bloodshot, terrifying eyes stared darkly at the ugly faces in front of him, his deep voice suppressing a terrible rage:
"Did you call him over?"
A hint of embarrassment crept across Mr. Zhao's face as he stood up and tried to smooth things over with a forced smile: "Oh dear, why are you so angry? Are you still drunk? I'm telling you young people, your bodies aren't as good as ours, these old folks..."
"Can't you understand human language?" Lu Huaijin's icy gaze pierced Zhao Zong like a poisoned blade, coldly cutting off his unfinished words. His chilling eyes swept over the faces of everyone present, whose expressions changed drastically. His cold voice was almost terrifying, "I asked if you were the ones who called him here?"
Manager Wang slammed his hand on the table, his guilt and embarrassment brutally slapping the middle-aged man's pathetic and insignificant face. Enraged, he pointed at Lu Huaijin's nose and spat out, "Lu Huaijin! What's your attitude now? Do you even want this project anymore?!"
Supervisor Li also stood up, revealing his usual standard insincere smile, and said as if bestowing a favor, "How about this, have your wife have a drink with us, and there's still room for maneuver in this project—"
Before he could finish speaking, Lu Huaijin suddenly grabbed a wine bottle from the table and smashed it hard against Manager Li's head.
A loud crash.
Broken glass shards flew through the air.
Spicy liquor mixed with blood meandered down from the man's head, stinging his eyes.
Manager Li collapsed to the ground in agony, clutching his bloodied head and writhing in agony.
The others were stunned. After a second of hesitation, they rushed forward in a flurry of activity.
To everyone's surprise, Lu Huaijin, supporting himself on the table with his long legs, stepped over a row of chairs and directly onto the opposite side. He then straddled Manager Li, grabbed Manager Li's hair with his large hand and lifted him up, while his other strong arm clenched into a fist and slammed it down hard on Manager Li's face.
For just a moment's hesitation, Manager Li had already taken several punches to the face, the dull thuds of each punch landing were terrifying.
Lu Huaijin didn't seem to be beating a person, but rather as if he were beating a lifeless sandbag. Each punch carried a sharp gust of wind, using all his strength. His arm muscles were about to burst out of his shirt, his face was so dark it looked like ink was about to drip out, and his scarlet eyes had completely lost their rationality.
Throughout the entire process, Lu Huaijin's face remained expressionless.
However, the more silent they are, the more terrifying they become.
Manager Li was pinned to the ground without any resistance, and glanced at him through her blurred vision.
Just one glance, and that fierce look in his eyes that seemed to want to beat him to death, made him tremble uncontrollably, his expression one of terror as if he had seen a ghost.
Everyone was stunned by Lu Huaijin's sudden outburst and instinctively moved away from the danger. For a moment, no one dared to step forward to stop him.
Just then, Wen Yinhe silently walked past the group of dumbfounded men and quickly reached Lu Huaijin's back.
Just as Lu Huaijin raised his blood-stained fist again, about to strike, a warm, broad chest pressed against his sweaty back, embracing him gently and firmly.
Wen Yinhe's deep, husky voice rang in his ears:
"Huai Jin, that's enough."
Lu Huaijin's body suddenly stiffened, and the fist raised in mid-air seemed to lose all its power in an instant, with only his chest still heaving violently.
Wen Yinhe gently removed Lu Huaijin's hand, grasped his bloodied hand, and pulled him up from the ground. Then, he held him face to face in his arms, gently stroking his trembling back, and whispered in a hoarse voice against his burning ear:
"Huai Jin, let's go home, okay?"
Lu Huaijin was held stiffly by Wen Yinhe, and his rationality slowly returned to his brain in the man's warm and reassuring embrace.
His Adam's apple bobbed dryly, and he nodded tremblingly.
Wen Yinhe kissed his taut jawline, grabbed his suit jacket from the back of the chair, gripped Lu Huaijin's hand tightly, and left the chaotic scene behind him, walking towards the door without looking back.
However, Manager Li, who was standing behind them, glared hatefully at their departing figures. Suddenly, he cursed, scrambled to his feet, picked up a fallen wine bottle, and charged towards the two men.
"Fuck your mother, you hit someone and you dare to leave?"
The bottle was smashed down on the back of Lu Huaijin's head, but just as it was about to hit, Wen Yinhe suddenly rushed over and blocked it.
A muffled groan rang in Lu Huaijin's ear.
Lu Huaijin looked up in astonishment and saw Wen Yinhe, who was holding him tightly in his arms, looking disheveled with wet hair and broken glass.
"Hidden...Hidden Crane...?"
Lu Huaijin raised his hand tremblingly and gently touched the back of Wen Yinhe's head. When he looked at it, his hand was covered in blood.
Lu Huaijin's eyes widened in fury, and he almost charged forward again without thinking. This time, he was determined to kill this person!
He's going to kill him!!!
However, Wen Yinhe was prepared and tightened his grip on Lu Huaijin's chest and arms, pressing his lips against Lu Huaijin's flushed cheeks, and said in an extremely gentle voice, "Mr. Lu, please wait for me."
After saying that, he suddenly pushed the crazed Lu Huaijin out the door and locked it just before Lu Huaijin could pounce on him.
Then, amidst the frantic banging on the door outside, Wen Yinhe walked to the cart with the bottles, picked up a heavy bottle, and coldly looked at the still furious Manager Li with his dark eyes. He spoke expressionlessly:
"I'm sorry, it was wrong of us to hit someone just now. Please don't make things difficult for Huai Jin. I'll pay him back on your behalf."
After saying that, Wen Yinhe raised the wine bottle and smashed it on his own head without any expression.
Everyone present was startled and stared at him in disbelief, unsure of how to react.
Wen Yinhe raised his face, which was covered in alcohol, and a stream of blood slowly flowed down his temple, leaving a shocking mark on his pale cheek.
Outside, Lu Huaijin was frantically banging on the door and roaring, but Wen Yinhe ignored him.
"Is that enough?" Wen Yinhe stared intently at Manager Li with his sinister eyes, his whole body exuding a gloomy and cold aura that made people tremble uncontrollably.
"No...not enough!" Manager Li licked his lips, his heart pounding. He paused, then roared, his voice trembling with fear, "How many punches did I just take? You think you can just let it go like this???"
"Okay." Wen Yinhe nodded, then picked up another wine bottle without hesitation and smashed it on his head without pausing.
More liquor mixed with bright red blood streamed down his face, making his overly delicate features look as if they had been pulled out of the blood, terrifying like a grotesque ghost from a horror movie.
"Now? Is that enough?"
This time, without waiting for Manager Li's response, Wen Yinhe picked up another wine bottle and smashed it on his head.
He kept smashing the bottles, and in just a few seconds, he smashed three or four bottles.
However, he himself seemed completely oblivious, his face remaining expressionless throughout.
As he smashed the bottle over his head, he stared intently into Manager Li's eyes, repeatedly asking in a low voice:
Is that enough?
Is that enough?
Is that enough?
Thick blood had already flowed all over Wen Yinhe's face, making it impossible to see his features clearly.
The air was filled with a strong, almost nauseating stench of blood.
The pounding on the door by Lu Huaijin had turned into muffled sobs, each pounding causing Wen Yinhe's heart to clench with pain, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.
Wen Yinhe emerged from the pool of blood, raising his dark eyes, reddened by the blood, and stared at Manager Li with a sinister gaze, once again asking without any emotion:
"Have you asked me enough?"
Everyone was stunned by his crazy actions, looking at him with terrified eyes as if they had seen a ghost.
Manager Li was so frightened that he vomited on the spot. As if he had encountered a ghost, he frantically crawled into the house on all fours, his whole body trembling violently with fear.
This horrifying scene remained a haunting nightmare for him for many years to come.
This also made him deeply regretful for provoking these two people he shouldn't have.
But at this moment, all he felt was the most primal terror from his biological instincts, screaming to escape this horrific scene that resembled a living hell.
They've gone mad...
This guy is a complete lunatic!!!
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