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The sharp gaze pierced through the pitch-black night, and Qing Cang's eyes fell on several figures slowly approaching them. They appeared to be in their twenties, with flamboyant faces adorned with lewd expressions, brazenly lingering on Shen Qingyou's face. "Sister, do you want us brothers to help you out?"
The flippant tone made Shen Qingyou and Willow Brows raise an eyebrow slightly, their eyes fixed on the group of young men. Their striking blonde hair was jarring against the night, and they wore shiny earrings; their black jackets were emblazoned with an image of a naked woman. It was clear they were a group of delinquents!
Qing Cang pressed his lips tightly together, his sharp gaze flashing over the group. Instinctively, he shielded Shen Qingyou behind him. "Get lost!"
The gloomy voice carried no emotion, coldly warning the others. However, they seemed completely unfazed. The leader of the group stepped forward to face Qing Cang.
"Hey, big brother, we're a bit short on cash today and wanted to borrow some from you!" A silver dagger twirled in his hand, reflecting a strange light under the moon.
"Get lost!"
Qing Cang's brows had already knitted together. The pale moonlight illuminated his face, revealing a chilling coldness in his amber eyes. Anyone familiar with him would know this was a sign of great anger. Yet the man remained oblivious, circling around Qing Cang's Jeep. "Driving such a nice car doesn’t look like someone who’s broke. If you're stingy, don’t blame us for being rude!" As he spoke, the dagger slashed across the car's surface, leaving a glaring scratch on the sleek black body. The air around Qing Cang instantly froze; even Shen Qingyou standing nearby felt the intense pressure emanating from him. Sure enough, he stepped forward swiftly and executed a clean shoulder throw, sending the previously arrogant man crashing to the ground, crying out in pain.
"You... you..."
The man trembled slightly as he raised his hand to point at Qing Cang. "Brothers, get him!"
The other men simultaneously pulled out daggers from their pockets, flicking open their sharp blades as they surrounded Qing Cang. He stood quietly within their encirclement, his expression cold and his eyes glinting with icy light...
As they all charged at once, Qing Cang glanced at them and slightly curled his lips into a smile. Under the clear moonlight, his smile was eerily chilling. He raised his hands in a standard guard position and delivered a powerful punch that accurately struck one of them. Sweat cascaded down his back as if he had just taken a hot shower; with each movement, it glistened under the moonlight like dragon scales shedding.
Everyone present was taken aback by his impressive skills—his moves were fierce, agile, and swift; he exuded an overwhelming presence as if he were a ruler wielding absolute power. In no time at all, those who had been so arrogant moments ago were now sprawled on the ground, clutching their stomachs or hugging their shoulders in pain, their faces contorted into grotesque expressions.
"Don't come over! Don't come over..."
Watching Qing Cang approach with a grim face, the person who had just slashed the car stepped back in fear, clearly struggling to hold onto the dagger that trembled in his hand. Sweat dripped down his cheeks, and just as he retreated to a dead end, he caught a glimpse of Shen Qingyou standing by, observing coldly. He lunged forward and pressed the dagger against Shen Qingyou's neck. "Don't come any closer! If you do, don't blame me for being rude!"
With Shen Qingyou as leverage, the other party clearly gained confidence. "Brothers, get up quickly!"
The others who had fallen to the ground scrambled to their feet and moved behind him, creating a standoff. The hostage, Shen Qingyou, remained calm with a faint smile at the corner of her mouth. Qing Cang stopped, staring intently at those who wore smug expressions, an unsettling feeling rising within him.
"Considering you have some looks, since your man is stingy and won't pay up, how about you entertain us for a bit?" He said while placing his restless hand on Shen Qingyou's shoulder.
"Is that so? Do I only look like I have some charm?"
A radiant smile blossomed on Shen Qingyou's face, her beauty stunning those present momentarily. However, upon closer inspection, one would notice that her clear eyes were growing increasingly dark.
"Not just some charm; you're very beautiful, very beautiful..."
His lewd voice pierced through the dark night as his hands slid around Shen Qingyou's waist. A pungent smell of smoke hit her nostrils as he grinned widely, revealing a mouthful of blackened teeth that made her stomach churn.
Unable to bear it any longer, Shen Qingyou slowly raised her hand and placed it on his arm resting on her waist. With a sudden burst of strength, before he could react, she executed a beautiful shoulder throw that sent him crashing onto the hard asphalt.
With a loud crack, it seemed as if bones were breaking.
Everyone present, except for Qing Cang, widened their eyes in terror as they looked at Shen Qingyou...
"Brothers, let's all go together!"
The man on the ground had a fierce expression, glaring with rage at Qing Cang and Shen Qingyou. The crowd raised their knives again, cautiously surrounding Qing Cang and Shen Qingyou...
The sound of police sirens pierced the quiet night sky. A few injured individuals hung their heads as they were pushed into the police car. As they got in, they couldn't help but cast a resentful glance at the man and woman standing under the Lilac Tree. They vowed not to rest until they avenged this grievance! The leader silently swore in his heart, and with a honk from the police car, this farce finally came to an end...
"Are you really not going to the hospital?"
Shen Qingyou supported Qing Cang, whose arm was bleeding from a deep cut. Inside, waves of emotion surged again; this knife should have struck her shoulder, but Qing Cang had pushed her away. The wound looked so shocking in the night, yet Qing Cang merely smiled faintly, even teasing her: "If this scar were on your arm, you probably would never be wanted again in this lifetime!"
"Let's go!"
Shen Qingyou took the lead and stepped forward.
"Where to?"
"To the police station!"
"Huh..."
Shen Qingyou snatched the phone from his hand. "No calls allowed!"
"Why not? I can handle this matter; it's just recording a statement! I won't go!"
"No way!"
"Why not?"
"There’s no why!"
The car started, and sitting in the driver's seat, Shen Qingyou secretly glanced at Qing Cang. Seeing him pouting in anger, there was a hint of childlike grievance in his expression. Could it be that he was suffering this much just because he couldn't call for help?
"Qing Cang!"
...
"I am an ordinary person. If you want to be friends with me, you first need to try to be an ordinary person..."
In her heart, flowers bloomed with joy. Watching his effort to suppress a smile, a wave of warmth suddenly surged in Shen Qingyou's heart...
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