Luo Shimiao naturally wouldn't let him succeed. The room wasn't big, so she slipped to the bedside.
Just as He Yong's hand touched the pistol, someone grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him backward forcefully, while simultaneously slapping him hard across the face with their other hand.
Five distinct finger marks appeared on his face. Luo Shimiao casually tossed the half-conscious man to the ground, picked up the pistol, and put it in his pocket.
He Yong lay on the ground, two streaks of bright red blood flowing from his nose. His eyelashes fluttered twice, and his eyes closed completely.
Luo Shimiao looked at him with utter disdain, thinking him utterly pathetic, trying to pull off this with such a broken body.
Lai Meiqi mustered her courage and stepped forward to check his breathing, whispering, "He's not dead, he's not dead. I was really afraid you'd killed him."
Those outside, hearing the commotion inside, craned their necks, wanting to hear more.
"Boss, there were slaps and muffled thuds again. Young Master He really went all out. I hope those two delicate women won't be killed?"
"If Young Master He says he won't kill them, then he won't kill them."
A piercing tearing sound came from inside.
Ah Biao excitedly rubbed his hands together: "They're starting to tear clothes off, brothers! I'll bet 200 yuan a minute."
"I believe in Young Master He's abilities. I'll bet 300 in two minutes!"
"Come on, this twist is so beautiful, it'll probably be even faster. I'll bet 200 on 50 seconds."
All three looked at Zhu Wengao and asked in unison, "Boss, are you going to place a bet?"
Zhu Wen raised his hand and flicked the foreheads of the three men: "At a time like this, you're still thinking about gambling."
"Boss, you're really not going to place a bet?"
"What betting? I'm the banker." He coughed, turned his face away, and slowly curled his lips into a smile, knowing that whoever bets correctly is guaranteed to make a profit.
Everyone could tell from their expressions that this would be the result.
Inside the room, Luo Shimiao tore off a piece of the bed sheet with his bare hands, crumpled it into a ball, squatted down next to He Yong, and roughly stuffed the ball of cloth into his mouth.
Lai Meiqi watched her actions and said in a low voice, "Shi Miao, what are you trying to do?"
She raised an eyebrow and said, "He's the one who caused all of this. Don't you want to beat him up?"
"I want to! Not only do they want to rob me of my money, but they also want to rape me. I must beat them severely."
Luo Shimiao: "Yao Bin is still in their hands. We can't let them realize something is wrong. Although I dislocated his jaw, it's safer to plug it just in case."
"We'll put on a show later. After that, we'll bring Yao Bin in too. That way, the few small fry outside won't pose a threat."
What play is it?
"Let's talk after we've finished beating him." Luo Shimiao grabbed He Yong by the collar, pulled him up, and kicked him back onto the bed.
"Ugh..." The pain in his abdomen woke He Yong from his unconsciousness.
He saw the two women standing on the bed, his eyes narrowed suddenly, and a look of horror appeared in his eyes.
"Waaaaah... (I'm telling you, if you dare hurt me, just wait for the He family's revenge.)"
"Waaaaah... (If you know what's good for you, quickly kneel down to the side. If you serve me well, I might consider forgiving you.)"
Lai Meiqi frowned and leaned close to Luo Shimiao's ear: "What is he whimpering about? Can you understand him?"
"If you don't understand, then hit me!"
A barrage of punches and kicks rained down on He Yong.
The dull thud of a fist, the resounding slaps of a hand, and the man's cries of pain.
Little Green, who had been hiding in Luo Shimiao's chest, came out to join the fun, scratching He Yong's face and neck with its sharp claws.
Long, bloody gashes and bluish-purple skin covered the exposed skin, a truly gruesome sight.
Lai Meiqi's gaze was fixed between the man's legs, and she stepped on them.
"Ugh..." He Yong's eyes rolled back in pain, and he fainted again.
Luo Shimiao chuckled lightly: "You can be quite ruthless when you hit someone."
"He tried to force us to do that, and even tried to film it. He deserved it!"
"The foreplay for this passionate love scene is complete; we can proceed to the next step."
Lai Meiqi was so caught up in the excitement of the game that she couldn't quite process what was going to happen next: "What's the next step?"
"When you listen to the protagonist doing *that* in a radio drama, what sounds do you make? If you don't make some noise, the kidnappers outside might get suspicious."
She nodded knowingly, understanding.
Luo Shimiao cleared his throat and opened his mouth, but after a while, no sound came out.
After trying several times without success, he looked at Lai Meiqi and said, "Why don't you give it a try?"
Lai Meiqi's face flushed. This was a bit awkward, especially with Yao Bin outside. She really couldn't bring herself to call him that.
After a long pause, she gritted her teeth and said with a determined look in her eyes, "I...I'll give it a try."
She parted her pink lips and said, "Ah."
Luo Shimiao slightly opened her beautiful eyes, her hand supporting her forehead: "Qiqi, are you practicing 'ah, oh, uh'? And this volume probably can't even reach that wooden door."
She blushed and lowered her head, saying shyly, "I have no experience either, I don't know what to call you."
"Haven't you heard of it?"
"That was the contact list, but the breathing was ambiguous, and I didn't call it that."
Just as Luo Shimiao was about to go all out, a voice rang in his ears.
"How about I give it a try?"
She turned to look at Little Green and saw the expression in its eyes. Her lips twitched. Why did it seem a little excited?
"Then you do it, and make it sound more convincing."
Little Green twirled excitedly on my shoulder, shouting, "I guarantee I'll complete the mission!" Just as it opened its mouth to call out, its mouth was suddenly pinched shut.
Looking at Luo Shimiao in confusion, she thought, "Didn't I tell it to bark? Why won't it bark?"
"Wait a minute." Luo Shimiao took a few steps forward, picked up the phone that had fallen to the foot of the bed, and used He Yong's thumb to unlock it.
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