ng had happened at all. 。It was Friday morning, and Tong Yimo knocked on the door of the dormitory where Ma Zhijie and He Mingxu had once lived. 。Facing the sudden knock on the door, an angry voice ca..."What's there to be afraid of Since it's Mr. Mo's 'gift', I will definitely enjoy it." The man scoffed.

“Little girl, you have to listen well, understand Be a good ‘helper’ for this capable lieutenant of mine! Otherwise, I will have people turn your grandparents in England into a whole lamb feast and send it to you. Or perhaps the dog by your side would be a suitable choice too. You've never had dog meat hotpot, have you I wouldn't mind letting you try it sometime.” Mr. Mo chuckled ominously.

Qin Nianxia choked back sobs, wanting to cry for help, but a feeling of suffocation that threatened to kill her made it impossible for her to speak.

The man grabbed Qin Nianxia, pushing her forcefully towards the ground.

“No——” Qin Nianxia let out a heart-wrenching scream, her fingernails digging into the man's arm, drawing blood.

The man sat directly on her, tearing at her clothes.

"Help—" Qin Nianxia's voice was hoarse after screaming until her throat was raw. She could only try her best to reach out, wanting to grab the tail of the whirlwind and pull it awake.

"Rip—rip—" one sound after another, the sound of cloth tearing, was covered by Qin Nianxia's cry.

Mr. Mo's "hehe" laughter echoed from his phone.

The following melodious tunes would no longer disturb Mr. Mo's peaceful ears, once this woman was done with, I will be back to settle the score!" The man held down Qin Nianxia's hand that wanted to pull at the whirlwind, picked up his phone, and hung up Mr. Mo's call.

Qin Nianxia began to struggle desperately despite her abdominal pain. In the chaos, she bit the man's wrist. The man cried out in pain and clamped his hand over her throat, forcing her to let go.

Immediately, the man forced another capsule into her mouth.

He lifted her head, forcing her to swallow the capsule.

Qin Nianxia began to cough painfully, and after a while, the abdominal pain subsided, finally ending this unbearable torture. However, what she was about to face was another level of suffering.

I thought the man would make further advances, but to my surprise, he got up and let go of me.

Qin Nianxia's breathing was ragged, her clothes disheveled as she lay on the ground, trembling all over.

Sweat and tears had soaked her hair, clinging to her forehead, cheeks, neck, and chest like water snakes. She looked disheveled, her eyes filled with fear and rage.

He looked down at her, his heart aching as he spoke, "Did you like biting people when you were little Do you still bite as a grown-up"

Qin Nianxia's breath hitched, but her body and mind still dared not relax.

The man crouched down, looking down at her lying on the ground. He said in a calm tone: "Mr. Mo has begun to suspect that you and your father have betrayed him. The best course of action now is for you to tell your father to send you to Mr. Mo as a hostage. This way, both you and your father can be spared, and who knows, you might even become Mr. Mo's most lethal fuse!"

"Why should I believe you" Qin Nianxia smoothed down her torn clothes, protecting her chest with both hands, and asked in a voice as thin as smoke.

The man then pulled Qin Nianxia up from the ground and sat her down, supporting the back of her head. He raised his hand behind her eyelids and said in the Yan language: "Just because I saw your mother pregnant with you until you were born, and then you grew your teeth and used my palm as a teething toy!"

Qin Nianxia subconsciously glanced at the man's back of his hand. There were indeed two small crescent-shaped white tooth marks, lighter than the surrounding skin.

"Who are you" Qin Nianxia asked, a little flustered.

The man replied coldly, “You don’t need to know who I am. You can choose not to do as I say. Then, Mr. Mo will certainly find ways to force you into helping him capture Leng Yechen’s son. You'll be trapped with no way out! This whole time, I haven’t mentioned anything about you and Leng Yechen’s son to Mr. Mo. I even helped cover for you.”

"So all along it was you who has been secretly following and monitoring me!" Qin Nianxia unconsciously frowned.

“Some words, I don't need to say more. Believe it or not, it's up to you.”

After finishing his words, the man stood up and prepared to open the door. Unexpectedly, the door was suddenly kicked open from the outside.

The man dodged nimbly.

In the flicker of light and shadow, a dagger plunged towards me.

The man dodged again, and upon seeing the other's face, he couldn't help but sneer, "Hmph, you're too late!"

Leng Yanchen frowned, looking at Qin Nianxia in a state of disarray with pain in his heart. His eyes were instantly filled with bloodshot, and he attacked the man again with a backhand.

The two then started fighting.

Qin Nianxia strained her voice and shouted, “Stop it!”

Two men seemed to have gone bloodthirsty, ignoring Qin Nianxia's cries.

Finally, Leng Yanchen gained the upper hand. He pinned the man to the ground and raised his dagger just as it was about to pierce the man's heart, Qin Nianxia rushed forward and desperately hugged Leng Yanchen's arm.

"Don't kill him! He saved me!" Qin Nianxia stopped him.

Cold Yanchen then stopped.

The man lay on the ground, blood trickling from his mouth, grinning with a cruel smirk. He looked unflinchingly at Leng Yanchen: "I didn't expect that, the useless young master of the Leng family, your skills are actually so impressive. But if you show mercy to your enemies now, you will face endless consequences in the future!"

"In that case, I should indeed kill you to silence you!" Leng Yanchen's black eyes were cold and sharp, a murderous aura emanating from his brow as he raised the dagger once more.

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