100m Yuan Wife: Buy One Get One

Chapter 328: Untitled

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

As though he had been hit in the chest, Third Young Master Ye's heart was hurting. The pain, which overwhelmed him with heartache and rage, sent Third Young Master Ye's bones clacking as he suppressed the emotions. His face also turned pale.

His face was devoid of life.

Ning Ning, that was his Ning Ning!

"This was just sent over to forbid us from helping you," Chu Li said with a deep yet slightly tense voice as he restrained his anger lest he lose his mind. "Third Young Master Ye, our enemies are in the dark. You have to be prepared to act alone."

With three terrorists' life in the balance—Ning Ning, Wei Wei, and Eleven—it was akin to them chopping off the First Organization's limbs as Chu Li could not belittle three lives. He was also very curious as to who had such an intricate understanding of the First Organization.

"I get it!" Third Young Master Ye hung up the phone as his knuckles turned white from the clenching. From the photo, Ning Ning was tied in a confined room with chains on his hands and legs. The whips not only left evident marks on his body but also ripped his shirt. With wounds everywhere, especially on his elbow, it seemed as though a knife was run across it. With his khaki shirt dyed red by the blood, it was so terrifying that Third Young Master Ye's eyes burned at the sight of it.

How could Louis bear to be so vicious on somebody as young as him?

With his small body tied against a central pillar in the confined space, his tender face was extremely swollen that it ruined his tenderness. A few strands of hair landed on his forehead and almost covered his eyes. His son had an extreme hideous wound that he had never seen. On first look, this child was an elegant and beautiful child that one could see steadiness ad intelligence in him. He was also as cheerful as the sun and considerate to a fault. However, one could see darkness in him that seemed cold.

From the gaze in his son's eyes, this was something that could be made up.

Despite the hurt that he was in, he still had a steady gaze that no other child could emulate. His Ning Ning had a unique resilience, tenacity, and stubbornness.

As he stood straight, he had a somewhat ironic and cold smile on his face instead of his typically cold gaze. Even though he was badly bruised and enduring pain way above somebody of his age, he still seemed stoic. His fearless gaze and indifferent mocking smile seemed to mock at their foolishness. His smile gleamed with unrushed confidence and arrogance against everything else. He was like that all-capable Ning Ning who stood tall and looked down at everyone.

He stood above all and was untouched by the world.

This was definitely his and Anya's child, and it could not have been anyone else. Although the child whom they took great care of like a precious gem was now tortured beyond recognition, he still seemed dignified amidst all.

Good one, son!

As he stood above all and was unafraid of the pain, he was hence Third Young Master Ye's good son. His ability to remain unfazed despite the circumstances and never let anyone look down on him allowed him to project shock and awe despite his age.

While he cheered his son on, his heart was extremely broken. This child of his was his dearest, and for his child to be beaten up into this shape magnified the pain in Third Young Master Ye's bones. He wished he could stand in for his torture instead of seeing him being battered into such a shape.

Third Young Master Ye could not help but recall his youth. The ten-year-old him somewhat resembled Ning Ning, and even the room they were confined in looked the same. As he recalled the series of nightmares, Third Young Master Ye could not help but associate his son to the torture he once received. As he thought of the inhuman experiences he went through happening on his son, Third Young Master Ye almost went mad.

Louis, you sure are vicious!

Although the room was air-conditioned, Third Young Master Ye's eyes were closed, and his back, along with his forehead, was soaked in cold sweat. He wished he could just shoot Louis and end him.

While he could not imagine the torture that Anya and Ning Ning were going through, Third Young Master Ye suddenly panicked and smashed his fist onto Fourth Young Master Tang's table.

"Ahhhh!!" That roar for him to vent out followed a huge bang and a huge hole in the sturdy office table that Third Young Master Ye just smashed. There was an unkempt crack that ran through the brown table.

Fourth Young Master Tang and Lin Yixuan were shocked at the strength of the punch. He was clearly triggered by the photo.

"Third Young Master Ye, you got to calm down. That is not the worst news yet." Fourth Young Master Tang tapped his shoulder and consoled him. "As long as they are still alive, there is still hope. You have to calm down or be defeated by him. That will leave your wife and son with no hope."

As Third Young Master Ye had endured inhuman experiences, his thoughts were in utter chaos. As the face of the young boy in the images combined with that of the young kid, it replayed in his mind.

He even heard his son crying for him. "Daddy, help… Daddy, save Ning Ning…"

Third Young Master Ye had never experienced such excruciating pain before.

He was once trapped in such a confined space and violated to near-death. Since help was nowhere near, he wished he could immediately die. He had repeatedly screamed for his mommy to save him.

He shouted until he went hoarse and cried, but nobody came to save him. He could only save himself and think of a way to escape that hell hole. Wasn't Ning Ning also in fear as he shouted for help? However smart he was, he was still a child who was bound and could no nothing but resign to his fate.

As Third Young Master Ye's thoughts grew even more chaotic, he trembled uncontrollably. Lin Yixuan and Fourth Young Master Tang knew that things were about to get worse. They, as his very good friends, knew that mental burden in him. They also knew that he would lose all semblance of reason when he became mad and further complicate things.

"Third Young Master Ye, calm down. If you want to save your wife and child, you must calm down," Lin Yixuan said coldly. "Louis knows that this is your weakness. Hence, he sent the photograph over. You getting all flustered is his entire intention, and are you willing to fall into his trap?"

"Hell no!" Third Young Master Ye said and looked up coldly as Fourth Young Master Tang was about to say something. Third Young Master Ye's dark gaze had a few traces of blood in it. He was definitely unwilling. "Don't worry. I will be fine."

"With the two of us sharing the load, don't worry about An Ning International. Focus on dealing with Louis," Lin Yixuan said.

"Thank you!" Third Young Master Ye nodded.

The friendship between men could not be settled with just a 'thank you'. With no other way to express how he felt, he could only say thank you. What Fourth Young Master Tang and Lin did for him was something friends could not.

"Don't thank us and get some rest!" Fourth Young Master Tang tapped his shoulder.

Third Young Master Ye nodded. He ought to get a very good rest.

On a private island somewhere in the Atlantic Ocean.

Under the blue sky and azure sea, the green trees swayed on the white beaches where a few seagulls waited on whilst a few petrels circled overhead. Everything, from a distance, seemed quiet and beautiful.

It was so beautiful and the sun made people lazy.

The island was sparsely littered with two European villas that stood between rocks and trees. The unique design of the mansions exaggerated a forbearance that seemed even more mysterious and lured people in.

Under the blinding afternoon sun, cracking sounds came from one of the mansions. A vase suddenly flew out and landed on a palm tree outside the mansion. The crack of the vase landing was accompanied by a roar. "Damn it, Mo Jue! If you are a man, don't hide!"

Ye Wei's voice sounded a little helpless and soft, and it was not as clear as before. She, however, was still as elegant and overbearing as before. Her insults were neither rushed nor draggy.

As the decoration in the mansion was focused on simplicity, there were rarely excessive furnishings that were pricey. The very modern and unique decoration gave a feeling of dominance.

In the living room, Ye Wei was raging in a corner and finding a punching bag. Mo Jue, in self-awareness, kept a safe distance from her. In his black shirt and trousers, he seemed extremely cool whilst his cryptic aura spread around the room to the point not even ant could overlook this man's toughness. He looked at Ye Wei quietly. He allowed her to vent her feelings while he watched on, neither moving nor speaking a word, as he avoided being Ye Wei's punching bag.

As she hit the sofa with a hand, Ye Wei was panting and her face was pale. The hand which she threw the vase with trembled nonstop and she could not control that searing pain. Unlike the Ye Wei from days before, cold sweat trickled down her forehead.

However much terrible she looked, Ye Wei still put her best foot forward. Even though she did not cough a word when Mo Jue beat her up badly, she never slouched. However, today, her long hair was fanned behind her and her pale face was terrifying. It was as though her liveliness and heroism were drained out of her and nowhere in sight. She was visibly weak.

Weakness. Ye Wei sniggered. She was not one to be associated with that word as she was typically a tough nut, the arrogant one who had no weaknesses. She, however, had to admit that her body was not up to the fight.

Mo Jue had injected her with anesthesia and stripped her of all her weapons. When she thought about how he had stripped-searched her, she was fuming with rage and could not wait to kick him into the Atlantic Ocean and feed him to the sharks.

The new anesthesia was developed by the Mafia for tough nuts, and it stripped Ye Wei of all her offensiveness. Ever since she was injected with the anesthesia, her legs were weak and could not even walk. There was once she struggled to leave the place and almost collapsed down the stairs in an undignified manner. Ye Wei was so angry to the point she wanted to level the mansion, only to become even more enraged when she learned that Mo Jue had confiscated her stun grenades.

When she felt that her hands did not feel right, she realized that pushing herself further would result in her trembling and unable to control the spasms and pain that ripped through her. It was as though she would die from the aching of her arms.

Mo Jue was vicious enough to attempt such a stunt. She guessed that Eleven, who was in the other mansion, was in no better shape as she was likely to be in the same boat. If this were to spread, could they still be trusted?

If Ye Wei of the past was a lively wolf, then she was a young beast without its teeth and aggressiveness now.

"Are you trying to f****ing bore me to death? Say something, damn it!" As she endured the spasms, sweat trickled down Ye Wei. She roared at Mo Jue uncontrollably. Was he trying to be the next Christmas tree? It was an utter shame that his mother gave him such good looks.

As the suspense in Mo Jue's gaze softened, he stared at Ye Wei and said, "Be a good girl and stop acting tough. You will only paralyze your hand if you keep it up."

Ever since she woke up, Ye Wei had been thinking of ways to escape this place in the past two days. Given the type of people Mo Jue and Mo Ye were, she and Eleven were separated and had nobody they could plead with. As they were also drugged, they were unable to fight back and escape the mansion, let alone this forsaken island.

"How am I different from a cripple?" Ye Wei coldly smiled as she looked on coldly and spoke arrogantly. The toughness and keenness of a killer's instinct surrounded her tightly as she prepared to take on Mo Jue.

She actually should not have been this impulsive. Ye Wei thought to herself. While her reasoning had always been clear, she had that slight affection for Mo Jue after their encounter at the beach. If he could even give up his life for her, he surely must have that slight affection for her. If she showed her impulsiveness and pain, could it stir him to at least give her the antidote so that she would not destroy her own body and then realize…

F***! She had been torturing herself in vain. Given how Mo Jue was like a freaking numbskull who even gave up his life for her once, why did he worship his brother like a saint? She felt that she had been an idiot by holding out for him and torturing herself just so that he would give up the antidote out of pity. Wouldn't it be utter foolishness for somebody to pin their hopes on somebody without pity?

It was little wonder that that shot did not kill him. Indeed, a heartless person would not have been hurt by it.

Ye Wei's frustration was over the top.

Mo Jue, without responding, coldly looked at her. Since he knew that he could not convince Ye Wei, he decided to simply keep quiet. Since he had learned how much of a tough nut and how ruthless she had been, keeping quiet was undoubtedly the best option.

"Where are my nephew and my sister-in-law?" Ye Wei had asked Mo Jue the same question no less than ten times, only to be greeted by Mo Jue's silence. Ye Wei was certain he knew. Without Eleven and her, one wonders how much torture Ning Ning and her sister-in-law had to go through.

After Third Young Master Ye left that evening, the ventilation systems automatically whirred to life and whisked a gas throughout the mansion. Cheng Anya and Ning Ning were the first to fall prey to it, followed by Eleven and her when the latter two realized that they could not turn off the ventilation in time.

As she and Eleven were guinea pigs since young, their blood toxicity levels were higher and regular anesthesia or even poisonous gases would not knock them out. Mo Ye seemed to know the ideal concentration of toxic gas that could knock them out yet did not kill them. Ye Wei's first thought before she fainted was how she was a gone goose.

As she and Eleven were careless, they suffered a serious setback as a result. Had they wasted the Mo brothers at the beach that day, everything else would not have happened.

When she woke up, she was already on the island. Although she did not know her exact location, her analysis of the weather suggested they were definitely in Europe. Having experienced countless battles, she was able to determine her location without the need for communication equipment, watches, or calendars.

She was most worried about Cheng Anya and Ning Ning. It did not help that Mo Jue remained absolutely silent. Even though Ye Wei wished to eviscerate him, it would not alleviate her frustration and she still hated Mo Jue's coldness.

Like the previous ten-over times, Mo Jue did not cough a word and that utterly pissed Ye Wei off. She suddenly smiled alluringly and gorgeously. "Darling Mo Jue, stop keeping quiet, okay? How about I throw myself at you and warm your cold heart up?"

In her frustration, Ye Wei undid her clothes. Mo Jue, who stood cryptically, suddenly made a move. When she thought that he would pounce on her and make out with her, Mo Jue instead buttoned her shirt up.

His slender fingers were beautiful, good-looking, and had distinct knuckles that seemed powerful. He knelt before Ye Wei and buttoned her shirt. His calm look sent Ye Wei into a slight trance.

Once he was done, she slapped him on his face.

Ye Wei's body trembled after she held that vase. She never really had the strength and slapped Mo Jue much more gently than she would swat a mosquito. Her hand was hurting and trembling.

While Ye Wei wanted to burst into a cluster F-bomb, Mo Jue looked at her with his steely purple gaze. While he could see that Ye Wei wanted to kick him in the balls, she scrapped that idea as she lacked the strength to push back since she was the one who would eventually get hurt.

"I told you not to move, right?" Mo Jue roared emotionlessly as he looked at her trembling hand.

"Oh, you're finally talking. However I want to move is my problem, so why did you jab me up with anesthetics if your heart aches for me? If you are that concerned, antidote please, and let's duke it out for real. What kind of nonsense is this?"

"Who's worried for you? Mo Jue's purple gaze sank as he hit her trembling hand. The sharp pain left and she felt a lot better. As though he was warning Ye Wei not to indulge in her fantasies of him, his gaze still seemed exceptionally cold.

What she did was totally different from what he said.

Ye Wei coldly harrumphed and did not seem to appreciate the favor. Since the brothers called her out on her feigning pity, she wanted them to really give the antidote if they really cared.

"I really should have wasted you that day." Ye Wei's alluring smile had a vicious streak to it as she stared at Mo Jue. "The only time I took pity on you left me in a conundrum. Mo Jue, you are good!" She punctuated her words.

Had she not been indulgent and listened to Eleven instead, the Mo brothers would have long been dead.

What was she mesmerized by? The fact that he was still f***ing alive? My heart beats for you? What a load of bull! There were surely less awkward ways to ask for trouble, no?

Even as she looked at Mo Jue, he remained emotionless and tried to pick out empty talks from her gaze. He, however, did not do that. Given how cold and brutal Ye Wei's gaze was, her strong words were no empty talks.

"You are really merciless. That shot almost took my life." He coldly curled his lips into a mocking smile.

If it hadn't been for the jade on his chest that slightly deflected the bullet, Ye Wei's shot would have killed him. And to think she was still nice enough to say that she took pity on him. Humph! Had he not allowed his brother's shot to miss, Ye Wei would have no chance to take pity on him.

"Tough guy, huh? Let's see if I will really shoot you next time and whether you will survive it." Ye Wei smiled gorgeously.

As she coldly issued her threat, what really mattered to Ye Wei was to shake off the Mo brothers and quickly locate Cheng Anya and the young kid. Ye Chen had, after all, entrusted them to Eleven and herself.

As she had lost them, she felt bad enough to face her brother.

"We'll talk again when you have the chance," Mo Jue said coldly. With Ye Wei threatening to kill him several times, Mo Jue was clearly unhappy about it. In his worldview, he would destroy what he did not want. He had never wanted much, and Ye Wei was the only exception. But she…

Although her face was pale, it could not hide her violent streak, hatred, and domineering side. She was his total opposite. Mo Jue could not help but become very angry.

"How did you know that Eleven and I were implanted with tracking devices?" Ye Wei coldly asked. She woke up to a stabbing pain in her arm since the device that had been implanted in her more than ten years ago was dug out.

With no guesses to who was capable of such cruelty, she was merely curious about how he knew about said implanted tracker. While she was not surprised about the tracker on their watch, the implanted chip was something she would even overlook from time to time, let alone any stranger.

"I had a decoder that told me you had one after I scanned your body." To put it differently, he could even detect the presence of a tracker implanted in her heart, let alone her skin.

Ye Wei was suddenly taken aback and then smiled alluringly. Wrapping her hands around Mo Jue's neck, she nestled in him intimately. "Dear beautiful Mo Jue, I didn't know you have so many gadgets more than us. You're such a genius, so what's your damn IQ?"

While Mo Jue wanted to push her away, Ye Wei's suppressed moan caused him to stop and hesitate. He instead hugged her so that her body would ache from hitting anything. Ye Wei was slightly stunned. What had been a sympathy-gaining ploy actually worked.

Mo Jue was sure… inexplicable.

To be capable of cruelty that ranged from drugging her to cutting her skin open, how could he be concerned about her comfort?

Self-contradicting men—no, she was not too different either.

Mo Jue did not answer her. While they were close, Ye Wei could see herself enjoying the moment in his purple gaze. If her beauty trap did not work on men, her charm must have dropped.

Or was Mo Jue's ability to resist temptation really that good?

"Where's my sister-in-law and nephew?" Ye Wei smiled as she asked. "Since I can't do anything now, please give a reason not to worry day and night, okay? Be nice."

"Even if you do know, what can you do about it?" Mo Jue coolly looked at her.

"Since you know that I can do nothing, what's the harm in letting me know?" Ye Wei smiled alluringly, but her gaze was cold. If she had a silver needle, she would not have played nice and would have jabbed Mo Jue's throat with it.

Whenever her heart softened, she stumbled.

For a woman to make a mistake for the first time was forgivable. If the same mistake repeats itself, foolishness is at work. Since she was already in a position where the other person could not remain standing, she had to be utterly ruthless. The earlier he was gone, the earlier she was freed.

As Mo Jue looked at her eyes, his purple eyes froze. He seemed extremely unhappy that Ye Wei's attention was on somebody else. Ye Wei was unfazed. But it was probably because she knew that Mo Jue was indulging her.

They were not too different—to be exceptionally ruthless, yet at the same time be nice as long as their bottom line was not crossed. While Mo Jue had crossed her bottom line and left her without choice, she had yet to cross the bottom line in Mo Jue's heart.

"Louis brought Cheng Anya away. As for Cheng Ningyuan… he is not too far from here," Mo Jue plainly said.

Ye Wei's heart became slightly cold. Since Louis took Cheng Anya away, she was more likely… As for Ning Ning…

"Are you watching over Ning Ning?"

"No!" Mo Jue coldly replied. "I watch after nobody else but you!"

"F***, why not you?" Ye Wei raged as she grabbed his shirt. She was no longer calm, and she could not be bothered about anyone else sans herself. She did not need the care as the young kid in her family was that young and could not stand up to torture. While Mo Jue was cool and cryptic, he was not twisted to the point he would torture a child. Although the Mo brothers were princes of the underworld, they were definitely not the type who would lay a finger on women or children. If it was somebody else, say, Louis, god knows what the young kid would encounter!

When she thought about the ordeal her Third Brother had gone through, Ye Wei broke out in cold sweat. "Who cares about him?" Mo Jue coldly harrumphed.

Without regard for the pain in her arm, Ye Wei picked up a glass and smashed it at Mo Jue. Since Mo Jue would not allow himself to be smashed with the glass, he quickly ducked. "Mo Jue, if you are capable, imprison me for life. If anything happens to my nephew, I will wipe you off the face of the earth!"

Not too far from where Ye Wei and Eleven were, there was an island that was similarly styled to the one Ye Wei was on. It was a beautiful island with white beaches and blue seas. As flowers swayed and birds chirped, it seemed beautiful from the top and had a romantic feel to it.

Amidst the white camellias, a six- to seven-year-old girl was picking flowers. She had long jet-black hair that was tied into a ponytail. Good-looking with delicate features, she seemed like those Super Dollfie dolls in the shops. Although she was young, she did not have the innocence of children her age. There was a deep sharpness in her gaze that she had not learned to keep in check.

While she was focused on picking flowers, closer observation showed her alertness and readiness, akin to a young beast about to break out of its cage.

Suddenly, a gust of wind swept by and the scent of flowers was followed by the stench of beasts pouncing toward her. There were numerous burly beasts that pounced toward the young girl—genetically-modified wolves that were close to two meters in height and had razor-sharp teeth with bloody-red gazes. There were five of them that pounced toward the little girl, trampling the white camellia flowers in the process.

The young girl focused her gaze and broke into a mocking smile. She suddenly looked up, and her sharp gaze seemed to see the entire place covered in a suffocating tension.

As she threw away her basket for collecting flowers, she wore a steel loop lined with steel hooks that hit against the nearby palm trees. The five ferocious wolves pounded onto the little girl.

As a few earth-shaking roars sounded out, the five wolves opened their bloody mouths and their razor-sharp teeth seemed shocking as they glistened under the sunlight. Hoping to tear the little girl into shreds, they viciously pounced on her.

That was extremely mean!

The little girl flexed her wrist forcefully before lifting it up and following the threads at the last moment. The five wolves knocked against each other whilst trying to grab the little girl and turn her into their lunch.

With a cold smile, she took out five willow leaf blades from the back of her waist and accurately threw the knives into the wolves' heads, instantly killing them all. As she kept her feet close and followed the threads down, a wolf that was hit without sufficient force was still alive. The young girl coldly smiled and pulled out a compact gun that was custom-built for her. She coolly walked up to the wolf, aimed down its head, and pulled the trigger emotionlessly.

With a loud bang, blood splattered over the white camellias and dyed them a gorgeous red.

"You beast!" The young girl coldly harrumphed and kept her gun. Some distance away, there was some applause and she turned back. "Master," she calmly called out.

Her emotions did not change.

An old man calmly approached her. With his whitened hair, he was no different from other kind old men in the world. But if one saw how he single-handedly defeated ten-over genetically-mutated wolves, one would think otherwise.

Splat! The old man slapped the young girl on her face and her face became swollen as blood oozed out the corners of her lips. She stood still and did not move.

"Where was the mistake?" The old man still seemed kind as though unaware of what he had just done.

"I should not have used my gun!" The young girl calmly replied. The intended outcome of the training was to kill them in one move. Due to her lack of age and dexterity, there was a single wolf she was unable to kill in one blow.

The old man acknowledged her answer." Run a round around the island."

"On it!"

As the young girl wiped away the blood on her face, she started running around the island from where she was. The entire round around the island, without stopping, took three hours. When the young girl returned, the old man had awoken from his siesta and she vomited as she propped herself against a palm tree.

The old man coldly harrumphed and declared an end to the training. The young girl walked toward her wooden mansion emotionlessly and took a shower. With the swelling on her face yet to subside after three hours, she looked at herself in the mirror. She frowned and went toward the window where she deeply stared at the rolling waves in the distance.

Having already spent four years here, she was used to the training regime from hell.

A knock came from the door as a young teenager nervously said, "They are here again!"

The young girl was a little taken aback as she released her ponytail and covered her hidden face. "He hit you again?" The teenager was taken aback.

"None of your business," the young girl calmly replied as she quickly went out of the room and toward the dungeon.

In the dungeon, four teenagers between fifteen to sixteen years old scooted toward Ning Ning, who was in chains. With lashes on his small body, the young kid was battered and blood on his tender face made him even scarier and even more scorned.

As his restraints were tightened even more due to the struggling, a terrible purple-green mark was on his wrist. It seemed as though he was pulled out of a pool of blood.

"To be walloped by that lass and still not cry, this little kid is sure one tough nut. Be nice and call me brother." One of the more sinister teenagers gently picked at the young kid's chin and laughed lustily.

As the young kid looked away, the injuries on his neck hurt even more. "You are unworthy!" He smiled elegantly and was unfazed by the pain.

"Damn it, kid, you sure have guts!" The teenager viciously slapped the young kid.

"Cut the crap and have a go at him. With the old man training that lass today, you had better be quick if you want to have a go with him. Chances are over when she is back," a more ferocious, stout teenager said with glee.

As the few of them became aroused, the door to the dungeon was kicked open. Although a warm wind blew into the dungeon, the few of them felt a chill.

The young girl walked in with a cold face and scanned those four teenagers. "F*** off," she gently said.

The young kid felt indescribable relief. Although her quick and vicious beatings were responsible for his injuries, he was oddly relieved when he heard her voice. If she had not come down, he would have ended up like his daddy from those years back.

While his daddy had skills to boot, he was merely hung there and could do nothing to fight back.

"You…"

The few of them were shocked and some trembled. "Didn't I tell you not to touch my plaything?" The young girl's gaze swept across the young kid.

"Damn you! He was sent here and clearly for our pleasure. What makes you think you can have him to yourself?"

"Indeed. Just because Second Brother Mo favors you does not mean that you get to call the shots. We just want to have our way with him, okay?"

"Yes, and to think you are the master of the island… Why should we listen to you?"

"I sure can't wait to toy with that young brat."

"Haha…"

As the young kid looked at the young girl, he endured every humiliating word hurled at him without showing any emotion. She suddenly walked up to the wall and collected a whip, looked back and then whipped the floor in anger. There was a long trail on the ground.

As the few teenagers backed off in fear, the young kid could tell that ability was not measured by one's age.

"Unconvinced? Show me what you can do!" The young girl was slow to speak, but she spoke coldly and arrogantly.

They were from a world where might was right. As the young girl pointed at them sinisterly, her lips curled into a mocking smile. "The few of you, it's your turn!"

That would save her some time!

Her domineering, arrogant streak was so overbearing nobody could overlook it.

"Damn, you think that you are that great, huh? I was afraid you would not measure up." The stout teenager wanted to punch her on impulse but was stopped by the other three.

Even if the four of them ganged up on her, they would be no match for her. There was a rule on the island—if you are killed, you are incompetent and your bodies will be fed to the sharks. Given how dangerous that damn girl was, trifling with her would not end well for them.

"Why are you protective of this kid? You were never as protective of the previous kids who were sent here," another youth coldly asked.

With a reverse whip, the young girl viciously whipped the young kid's battered body. While the young kid was trembling in pain, he did not shout out loud. "You can tell with your eyes whether I am protecting him, no?" the young girl coldly asked in return.

That was true too. If she were protecting him, how could she be that vicious?

"All that said, we can't be bothered with that. We just want him." The stocky guy bragged.

The young girl dangerously squinted. "I have warned you before that he is my toy. This will be the second warning, and there shall be no third warning. If I catch this nonsense happening again, you all will become wolf feed in the training grounds."

As they thought of the hundreds of mutated wolves, the four of them shivered. "F*** off!" the young girl said with squinted eyes.

Out of fear, the four teenagers ran out of the door.

The young girl coolly kept her whip and looked back. "You are pretty hardy to not make a sound," she said as she looked at the young kid and came closer.

"You were nothing short of vicious. Never saw you go easy on me."

"Humph!" The young girl coldly harrumphed as the young kid elegantly smiled, his emotions hidden in the depths of his gaze.

"If it weren't for the fact that Second Brother Mo sent you here, why should I care about whether you are dead or alive?" the young girl coldly said with a few hints of provocation. This little guy here was actually not too bad.

This was the first time she had a hardy torture subject.

As the young kid looked at her, expressionless, she seemed to see another emotion aside from his coolness. "What's up? You still want to keep that bravado up?" The young girl, who was in a good mood, put her palm on his injured shoulder.

You, damn girl, I'll remember this!

The young kid swore that once he escaped, she would be properly dead.

"Not admitting, huh? That's a waste because we do not allow regrets. Dead people go to the sharks, so what do you think?" The young girl learned his elegant smile. "If you are good enough, don't land in our clutches. If you do, this is what happens to you."

"Hey, what's your name?" the young girl suddenly asked.

"Why should I tell you?"

"If you are not saying, the four of them are still eyeing you from the outside."

You sure are mean!

"Ye Ningyuan."

"What a terrible name." The young girl shook her head in disapproval. "What's your name?" The young kid was clearly stifled.

"Me?" The young girl smiled and raised her eyebrows. "Xu Nuo. I am Xu Nuo."