“He beat me and yanked my hair…” Her voice was weak and filled with hurt.
The more Gu Yusheng listened, the more he burned with rage. Afraid that his anger would scare her even more, he balled up his fists and clenched his teeth, forcing himself to hold in his fury.
“He even knocked my head on that wooden arm rest over there,” she said, pointing to the sofa.
Although she tried not to be explicit, Gu Yusheng understood that she meant that he had grabbed her hair and smashed her head into the arm rest.
He silently drew in a breath and, while controlling himself, his voice came out coolly. “Which hand did he use?”
She had been too panic-stricken to have noticed details like that so, upon hearing his question, a look of bafflement flashed in her eyes.
Before she could answer, he stood up, glanced around, and grabbed two beer bottles off a table beside him. Without saying a word and with no expression, he walked over to the man Qin Zhi’ai had identified and smashed the bottles viciously onto his head. As the man screamed in agony, Gu Yusheng grabbed the two now-broken beer bottles and stabbed them mercilessly into both of the man’s palms without batting an eyelid.
The screams became increasingly hysterical, like those of a banshee. Gu Yusheng seemed oblivious to the horror and nonchalantly stood up and returned to Qin Zhi’ai’s side.
Having witnessed the gory scene, Qin Zhi’ai’s face was as pale as a ghost.
“Alright, stop looking.” Gu Yusheng lowered his head casually as he spoke, covering her eyes with his hands before asking, “Can you stand up?”
As soon as he asked the question, Gu Yusheng realized how ridiculous it was. She was injured and in shock, so standing was not going to happen just yet.
Without waiting for her response, he bent down, wrapped her up in his suit jacket, and was about to lift her when he felt a swift, chilling gust against his back. Based solely on sound, he could tell the direction from which the assailant was coming.
As he was about to turn around and throw a kick at the opponent, Qin Zhi’ai, who had just then spotted someone scrambling up and lunging toward Gu Yusheng with a machete, suddenly screamed, “Gu Yusheng!”
Gu Yusheng’s body trembled briefly, and then he froze, as if someone had hit his acupoints.
He stared Qin Zhi’ai with a confused expression.
He didn’t know if it was because he missed little troublemaker so much or he was hallucinating but, when she screamed “Gu Yusheng,” he heard little troublemaker’s voice yell his name when he was almost run over by a car back then…
Once the pain had rippled through his back, Gu Yusheng’s eyes fluttered, and he returned to his senses.
Spinning around and giving a reflexive kick, he sent his assailant smashing into the wall and crashing to the ground a good 20 feet away.
His shirt was soaked in blood, and Qin Zhi’ai instinctively reached her hand out to touch it. “Blood,” she said, before darkness enshrouded her and she sank into unconsciousness.
“He beat me and yanked my hair…” Her voice was weak and filled with hurt.
The more Gu Yusheng listened, the more he burned with rage. Afraid that his anger would scare her even more, he balled up his fists and clenched his teeth, forcing himself to hold in his fury.
“He even knocked my head on that wooden arm rest over there,” she said, pointing to the sofa.
Although she tried not to be explicit, Gu Yusheng understood that she meant that he had grabbed her hair and smashed her head into the arm rest.
He silently drew in a breath and, while controlling himself, his voice came out coolly. “Which hand did he use?”
She had been too panic-stricken to have noticed details like that so, upon hearing his question, a look of bafflement flashed in her eyes.
Before she could answer, he stood up, glanced around, and grabbed two beer bottles off a table beside him. Without saying a word and with no expression, he walked over to the man Qin Zhi’ai had identified and smashed the bottles viciously onto his head. As the man screamed in agony, Gu Yusheng grabbed the two now-broken beer bottles and stabbed them mercilessly into both of the man’s palms without batting an eyelid.
The screams became increasingly hysterical, like those of a banshee. Gu Yusheng seemed oblivious to the horror and nonchalantly stood up and returned to Qin Zhi’ai’s side.
Having witnessed the gory scene, Qin Zhi’ai’s face was as pale as a ghost.
“Alright, stop looking.” Gu Yusheng lowered his head casually as he spoke, covering her eyes with his hands before asking, “Can you stand up?”
As soon as he asked the question, Gu Yusheng realized how ridiculous it was. She was injured and in shock, so standing was not going to happen just yet.
Without waiting for her response, he bent down, wrapped her up in his suit jacket, and was about to lift her when he felt a swift, chilling gust against his back. Based solely on sound, he could tell the direction from which the assailant was coming.
As he was about to turn around and throw a kick at the opponent, Qin Zhi’ai, who had just then spotted someone scrambling up and lunging toward Gu Yusheng with a machete, suddenly screamed, “Gu Yusheng!”
Gu Yusheng’s body trembled briefly, and then he froze, as if someone had hit his acupoints.
He stared Qin Zhi’ai with a confused expression.
He didn’t know if it was because he missed little troublemaker so much or he was hallucinating but, when she screamed “Gu Yusheng,” he heard little troublemaker’s voice yell his name when he was almost run over by a car back then…
Once the pain had rippled through his back, Gu Yusheng’s eyes fluttered, and he returned to his senses.
Spinning around and giving a reflexive kick, he sent his assailant smashing into the wall and crashing to the ground a good 20 feet away.
His shirt was soaked in blood, and Qin Zhi’ai instinctively reached her hand out to touch it. “Blood,” she said, before darkness enshrouded her and she sank into unconsciousness.
