Chapter 344: Fiercely Cracking the Little Leather Whip

Just then, Yue Feifei stepped closer to the door. Her ears twitched; she had clearly caught that faint sound as well.

Yang Xun hurried over. A burst of laughter drifted through the door, mingled with a shrill, desolate whimper.

“Shut up, you little bitch! What are you screaming for? I haven’t even used any strength yet! You can scream your lungs out, but no one is coming to save you!

“If you serve me well today and make me feel good, I might just let you suffer a little less!”

“Please… let me go… I-I won’t say a word to anyone…”

“Let you go? We paid good money for you. Don’t push your luck! It’s an honor to sleep with me.”

Yang Xun’s pupils shrank slightly. Without hesitation, he reached for the doorknob.

“Wait a minute,” Yue Feifei said. She hastily pulled out two cloth masks. Only after they both covered their faces did they finally push the heavy door open.

It swung inward. Its hinges were well-oiled and opened without a sound. The people inside were probably too engrossed in their sick games to notice two intruders slipping into the private room.

Yang Xun entered first, with Yue Feifei right behind him.

The lighting inside was dim, except for a spotlight aimed directly at the center of the room, making the scene grotesquely conspicuous. Two iron racks stood in the middle of the floor. A young girl was bound to each, their wrists hoisted by ropes over the crossbars so their toes barely grazed the ground. Their clothes had been mostly torn to shreds, exposing bruised and purpled skin covered in horrific whip marks.

The girls’ faces were twisted in agony and terror. Their eyes were red and swollen, their cheeks stained with tears. They had cried until they had no strength left, reduced to letting out suppressed, breathless sobs.

Several men stood in front of them, holding leather whips and assorted toys, sick, excited grins plastered across their faces. One of them reached out to tear at a girl’s collar. She let out a whimpering cry of absolute despair, shaking like a leaf in a storm.

“Please, don’t do this! Let me go!”

“Fuck! You still dare to dodge?! I’ll beat you to death!”

The man raised his whip high, ready to bring it down hard.

Yue Feifei reacted even faster than Yang Xun. She lunged forward and delivered a vicious, full-force kick to the side of the whip-wielding man’s waist.

He let out a short yelp as he was sent flying sideways, crashing violently into a nearby wooden chair and howling in agony.

The air in the room froze instantly.

The other men turned their heads in unison. The smiles on their faces didn’t even have time to fade before shock overtook them.

A short, stout man was the first to snap out of it. “Fuck!” he spat viciously. “Who the hell are you?!”

Yue Feifei didn’t answer. Staring at the horrific welts crisscrossing the two girls’ bodies, her chest heaved with rage.

The men clearly hadn’t expected anyone to barge in. After a brief stupor, they began to roar, “Motherfucker! You dare cause trouble on our turf?! You didn’t even check where you are. You must have a death wish!

“A waiter and a hostess trying to play hero?!”

As they cursed, they snatched up nearby iron bars and liquor bottles, posturing for a fight.

“Quan, that chick has a great body,” one said. “I bet she tastes way better than those two underdeveloped little girls.”

“Got a good eye. This woman is definitely a top-tier beauty,” Quan replied. “Let’s take out that little punk first, then we can all have some fun with her.”

“She actually dared to kick me! I’m gonna screw her to death today!” The man who had been kicked rubbed his agonizingly sore waist, his eyes spitting fire.

The men stared greedily at Yue Feifei. Even through her disguise, it was obvious she was gorgeous.

Feeling their disgusting gazes peeling over her, Yue Feifei ground her teeth in pure hatred. She exchanged a glance with Yang Xun, gesturing for them to attack together.

Yang Xun simply waved her off, a faint smile curling the corner of his lips. “Step back. Leave these scumbags to me.”

“Ha! What martial arts do you practice, kid, to talk such big shit?”

“Trying to act tough in front of a woman? You’ll be crying in a minute! Don’t let our wealthy backgrounds fool you—we’re all trained fighters!”

“I refuse to believe so many of us can’t beat down one little brat like you!”

With that, the group tightened their circle around Yang Xun, gripping their weapons tightly.

His expression remained indifferent. He turned to Yue Feifei. “Lock the door and stand behind me.”

Yue Feifei nodded. She immediately moved to the entrance, bolted the heavy door shut, and stood firmly in front of it to block any potential escapees. She wasn’t worried in the slightest; with Yang Xun’s skills, dealing with these useless sacks of meat would be a breeze.

Seeing this, the men laughed out of sheer anger. These two were looking down on them way too much!

“Fuck! Get him, boys!”

The group lunged at Yang Xun all at once.

Yang Xun took a single step forward, his movements so fast he looked like a blur.

Before the first man could even raise his bottle, Yang Xun slapped his wrist. The bottle flew from his grip and hit the floor with a loud SMASH, sending jagged glass shards flying everywhere. Without pausing, Yang Xun sidestepped an iron bar swung by the second man and drove a backhanded elbow directly into his armpit. The man groaned and crumpled to the ground.

The remaining few tried to back away, but the private room was too cramped. They had nowhere to run.

Yang Xun’s movements were clean and precise, entirely devoid of wasted effort. A few quick punches were all it took to finish the rest of them. In less than thirty seconds, the entire group of men was sprawled across the floor.

The thugs curled up, clutching their battered bodies and wailing endlessly. Their previously arrogant expressions had morphed into sheer terror. They never could have imagined this kid would be so overwhelmingly strong.

“Kid, do you even know who we are?! You hit us—you won’t be able to bear the consequences!”

“Fuck! I’m never going to let you go! I’ll break all four of your limbs and make you kneel and lick my shoes!”

“I’ll kill you!”

They were all people of extraordinary status. They had grown up pampered in the lap of luxury, fawned over wherever they went. When had they ever suffered a beating like this?

Yang Xun dismissed their threats as nothing but incompetent rage, completely unfazed.

But Yue Feifei was furious. Snatching the dropped leather whip off the floor, she lashed out at one of the men. Her strikes were deadly accurate, landing onto his back and thighs again and again. Every single blow was fueled by her unadulterated fury.

“Keep cursing! I’ll whip you to death!”

The man rolled desperately on the floor to dodge, screaming at the top of his lungs, “Stop! Stop hitting me! I was wrong! Have mercy, ma’am! I was wrong!”

Yue Feifei delivered two more lashes before finally stopping. She breathed heavily, her fingers trembling slightly around the handle of the whip.

Even a grown man couldn’t withstand the agony of that whip—let alone two frail young girls. These men were nothing but absolute animals!

Yang Xun didn’t stop Yue Feifei from venting her anger. Instead, he walked over to the two bound girls, crouched down, and softened his tone. “Don’t be afraid. We’re here to save you.”

Tears streamed down the girls’ faces. They nodded, their voices trembling as they replied, “Thank you, mister.”

Once untied, they couldn’t even stand on their own. Yang Xun supported them, one in each arm, and gently carried them over to the sofa to sit down. Even then, they couldn’t stop shivering.