Chapter 1187: Who Is He

As soon as Brother Dong was praised, he got carried away, instructing the man who was pulling Ye Wanting’s hair, “Go, take her to the car.

I’ll get in first, you follow.

Play with her while driving, and when you’re done, toss her wherever.

Live or die, it’s her own luck.”

Ye Wanting felt a chill all over her body; she could even hear the sound of the man behind her licking his lips.

Despair filled her heart completely.

Outside the convenience store, a crowd had gathered, and Ye Wanting glanced at them, every one of them holding up their phones to record.

She choked back tears, pleading for help, “Please, help me call the police…”

“Smack!”

The man behind her slapped her face, “Still asking for help?

See who dares to save you!”

He violently dragged her outside, and just as his eye caught a glimpse of a shadow, before he could figure out what was happening, a fist slammed into his face.

The punch was so hard, he couldn’t even tell where the pain was coming from, his whole face ached, and his ears buzzed.

He was on the verge of passing out for a moment.

His hair was yanked back hard, and as he squinted, he suddenly saw a cold, brutal face.

Before he could get a clear look, another punch landed on his nose.

Several punches in a row were all aimed at his face.

And every time before the next punch, the opponent would yank his hair hard, nearly tearing the scalp off with such force.

Yaen Chi’s eyes were bloodshot with rage, and even though the person he held was already unconscious, he wouldn’t relent.

The other two rushed up initially, but he didn’t use any technique, just kicked the one on the left and then the one on the right.

When they got up to charge at him again, they were so scared by Yaen Chi’s deadly demeanor that they froze, not daring to move.

Once the person in his grip was beaten nearly dead, Yaen Chi tossed him aside and went to deal with the other two.

Those two were so scared they were trembling, and somehow, no matter which direction they ran, they were caught by Yaen Chi.

He alone made it seem as easy as raising a hand to deal with them.

Expressionless, eyes bloodshot, with the aura of a Living Yama, even the onlookers nearby were chilled to the bone, their hands shaking as they held up their phones.

Is he really fighting to kill?

“Brother Chi!”

Yaen Chi suddenly heard Ye Wanting call out to him.

He paused with his fist just in front of the man’s nose, turned his head to look, and saw Ye Wanting kneeling beside Wu Xiao, murmuring something, her hands covered in blood, her face as pale as a sheet.

Yaen Chi’s eyes widened for a moment, then he strode over to her, lifted her up, and pulled her hands over to find the wound.

“Where are you hurt?”

Ye Wanting shivered all over.

Even though it was still Yaen Chi’s voice, the words seemed to be soaked in cold wind, the air filled with the scent of blood.

He lowered his head, focused on her hands, sweat trickling from his hairline, sliding down to his cheeks, his side profile sharp and harsh like a blade.

She was momentarily dazed, then turned her hand to grasp Yaen Chi’s, “It’s not me, it’s Wu Xiao’s wound.

He’s bleeding so much, I can’t stop it no matter how I cover it.

Can you take him to the hospital?”

Yaen Chi didn’t spare a glance at the person on the ground and asked, “Who is he?”

“He’s my colleague!

He got stabbed to save me!”

Yaen Chi’s expression eased slightly, but he quickly grabbed Ye Wanting and slung her over his shoulder.

She instinctively wanted to scream, but held it back, though the sharp intake of breath still reached Yaen Chi’s ears.

He slowed his pace slightly, supporting her legs with his arm, patting her calf gently.

Then he lifted Wu Xiao with one hand, pulling him by the arm and dragging him out.