Mister Li, the Heart Bandit

Perhaps because Ji Weixi had moved too much, the rat was frightened off and sneaked into a crack.

Ji Weixi, having completely recovered found that she couldn’t stand, and it was terrible having her hand tied upwards with the hemp rope.

Crack—

Footsteps echoed behind her. Turning with much difficulty, she found a meek-looking Mo Nanfeng discussing away with a fierce-looking man with a scar on his face.

There were many other thugs hanging behind them.

Her gaze turned as cold as ice, and she shot a deadly glare at Mo Nanfeng.

She could not wait to cut him into tiny little pieces.

Meanwhile, Scarface walked up to Ji Weixi and looked at her from head to toe, narrowing his eyes. “This is her?”

Mo Nanfeng nodded. “Yes, Bro Dong! He is Li Shaoling’s woman!”

Bro Dong allowed his eyes to greedily drift over Ji Weixi’s body for a while before patting Mo Nanfeng on the head. “Good! Well done! If I could really get a hundred million for this, you’ll get half of it!”

Mo Nanfeng kept nodding. “Thank you, Bro Dong!”

Even as he spoke, there was a brief flash of disdain in his eyes.

On the other hand, Bro Dong had crouched and tapped Ji Weixi on the cheek, clicking his tongue. “Li Shaoling is really lucky with women to have a beauty like you.”

Ji Weixi turned away, avoiding his hand with a cold face. “Don’t touch me!”

Bro Dong, however, became even more excited. “Oh, you have an attitude! I like you!”

“What do you want?” Ji Weixi asked cautiously.

“Make money off kidnapping you, of course.” Bro Dong said, pointing at Mo Nanfeng. “You must know each other. He owes me so much money that I could kill him for it, so he had to use you as a hostage.”

“Mo Nanfeng, why don’t you just die?!” Ji Weixi seethed.

She really wanted to kill him with her own bare hands!

He was the one owing money, but he’s using her as a hostage!

Evens so, Mo Nanfeng had the look of someone innocent, and was even complaining. ”

Ji Weixi simply spat on his face and cursed. “Bastard! Son of a bitch! Go to hell!”

Mo Nanfeng closed his eyes, holding his patience and taking out his handkerchief to wipe the spit off his face while the veins on his temples throbbed.

He glared at Ji Weixi in disdain, and looked so enraged that he would strangle her.

That was when one of the underlings arrived and whispered something into Bro Dong’s ear.

He started applauding and laughed in delight.

“It’s showtime.”

***

Meanwhile, a blue Bugatti Veyron drove until it was just a few feet outside the factory entrance before promptly braking.

The car door opened and a man got off.

Some of the thugs who were standing guard gulped when they saw him, and kept retreating as he advanced.

The man was dressed entirely in black. A menacing air extended from him without control the moment he got out of his car, and his face was as cold as the dark night.

It was as if they were caught in a storm of bloodlust that leaves anyone shuddering.

Looking at each other, one of the thugs then yelled. “Hit him!”

Two of the men at the front immediately rushed up.

LI Shaoling’s dark eyes tightened abruptly. He immediately caught hold of the neck of the man on his right and chopped it, and the man fainted with a loud crack. Holding the man’s head up, Li Shaoling knocked his head into the skull of the man coming from the left.

Both dropped to the ground with a bang.

Li Shaoling trampled over them, and unhurriedly walked towards the two others who had shrunk behind the entrance in fear.

But after sharing a glance and a nod, they took out their clubs, mustered their courage and rushed up.

Li Shaoling watched as the club got closer and suddenly caught one before kicking beneath his assailant’s belt, and the man promptly clamped his legs in agony and bawled.

Glancing aside sharply, Li Shaoling then agilely evaded the other blow.

Moving swiftly, he went behind him and caught his neck in a vice grip. Leaning on him, he then leaped and kicked the other man in the face.

Every guard was now rolling over the floor in anguish or simply unable to get up.

Inside, Ji Weixi could hear the fighting.

Her heart started beating so furiously it could well leap out of her throat.

Could it be Li Shaoling?

Bro Dong narrowed his eyes dangerously and barked. “Open the gate!”

Klang—

The lock was opened and the gates slowly parted.

A man stood against the light, the halation revealing his one-point-nine-meter frame but not his fearsomeness.

He slowly looked up, his white and handsome face glowering with rampant killing intent while his eyes only showed bloodlust and cruelty.

He was cold beyond his skin-deep appearance, an iciness that thought nothing of any living being and extended out of his very bones.

Li Shaoling slowly came out. Dust wafted around him but never seemed to touch him.

He was even more frightening like this.

Be that as it may, the gates behind him were locked again after he entered.

Ji Weixi’s eyes widened the moment she saw him.

…Shouldn’t he be at the airport right now?

Why would he come save her? Didn’t he give her the cold shoulder?

On the other hand, as Li Shaoling looked at Ji Weixi and found her having a bleeding wrist and bruised forehead, his eyes went red.

“Let her go.”

His voice was flat and quiet, but also so cold that anyone would shiver.

Bro Dong’s feet would have gone soft if not for his hostage, and it was indeed lucky that he had Ji Weixi of all people.

He rubbed the dagger in his hand, blowing it before looking up at Li Shaoling.

“Let her go? You hurt my bros, and I should let her free just because you said so? Isn’t that a little too simple!?”

Pausing, he then straightened himself and smiled. “Well, I guess I could let her go… only if you hurt yourself in equal fashion!”

With that, he flung the dagger at Li Shaoling.

Li Shaoling caught it.

It was a fine dagger: its tip glimmered radiantly.

Ji Weixi shook her head furiously, but her mouth was stuffed the moment she tried to talk.

No! Please, no!

Nonetheless, Li Shaoling clenched the hilt with the blade pointing downwards. Indifferently, cruelly and without hesitation, he stabbed at his own palm.

Psh—

Ji Weixi could clearly hear the piercing sound of flesh and bone, and the sight before her left her tears rolling and her body shivering.

The knife had cut through Li Shaoling’s palm, with blood flowing along the tip of the blade and dripping down over the floor.

He promptly pulled the dagger out. The blood that splattered out promptly dyed his hand red whereas his face had gone pale-white.

Even so, his expression was inscrutable as if he felt nothing.

He turning to Bro Dong. “Is this enough?” He asked flatly.

Bro Dong, Mo Nanfeng and the others had all been watching and tongued tied. They certainly did not expect Li Shaoling to be so fearsome.

As he recovered, Bro Dong started applauding. “Amazing! Simply amazing! As expected of President Li. Your every move is vicious!”

“But…” Bro Dong suddenly burst out laughing. “I’ve never intended to let her go!”