Chapter 52: Ye Qingyi Defends Lu Xuan

Just as Sun Xiaoqi's hands were to reach him, he heard a very light, thin sound of something cutting through the air, like wind blowing through a needle's eye or a mosquito flying past one's ear.

Before he even had time to think about what the sound was, a sharp pain exploded from his arm.

"Ah—!"

A narrow blade, thin and long, pierced through his arm and pinned it into the nearby wall.

The blade cut through flesh and bone, pinning his entire person to the wall.

Blood gushed from the wound, flowing down the blade and leaving red streaks on the wall.

Sun Xiaoqi's screams echoed through the alley.

He looked down at his arm. The blade had passed through the middle, and white bone fragments were visible on either side of it.

He was trembling all over, his face as white as paper, and his lips quivered as he tried to scream but couldn't.

Sun Xiaoqi was pinned to the wall, unable to move.

He raised his head and saw someone walking over from the entrance of the escort agency.

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A tall figure in black martial attire, her waist bound tightly and accentuating her straight, long legs.

Her face was like frost, and her eyes were like blades, without expression or warmth.

Ye Qingyi.

She didn't walk fast, but every step felt like it was treading on one's heart.

Lu Hao looked up at her, his pupils contracted slightly.

This woman...

This woman actually dared to injure his subordinate like this right in front of him.

Lu Hao's hands tightened around the wheelchair's armrests, and his veins bulged.

"Ye Qingyi, what is the meaning of this?"

Ye Qingyi didn't look at him and walked up to Sun Xiaoqi.

Sun Xiaoqi was trembling from the pain, his face covered in tears and snot as he made "ugh, ugh" sounds.

Ye Qingyi looked at her blade, which had pierced his arm and was pinned to the wall.

She reached out and grasped the hilt.

Sun Xiaoqi's pupils dilated suddenly.

"No— don't—!"

Ye Qingyi pulled the blade out.

Blood sprayed out, and Sun Xiaoqi screamed as he slid down the wall, collapsing on the ground, clutching his arm and twitching all over.

Ye Qingyi took a cloth from her robe and wiped the blood off the blade. Her movements were slow and meticulous, as if she were cleaning a precious artifact.

Lu Hao's face darkened.

"Ye Qingyi, you'd better not meddle in the affairs of my Lu Family."

Ye Qingyi finally looked at him.

"I won't meddle in your Lu Family's affairs."

She sheathed the blade at her waist.

"But he is at the entrance of the Iron Mountain Escort Agency. He is a person of the Iron Mountain Escort Agency."

Lu Hao stared at her.

"Is a watchdog piece of trash worth you standing up for him? Worth offending the Lu Family?"

Ye Qingyi looked at him.

"Whether it's worth it or not, I'm the one who decides."

Lu Hao's hands gripped the armrests, and the veins on the back of his hands bulged.

He took a deep breath and suppressed his rage.

"What if I insist on taking him away today?"

Ye Qingyi's hand rested on her blade's hilt.

"You can try."