Mister Li, the Heart Bandit

Bro Dong started laughing, and his lackeys laughed beside him too.

Then, Mo Nanfeng’s eyes swiveled smartly and he went to Bro Dong to whisper something in his ear, after of which Bro Dong nodded. “Good Idea!”

After that, Mo Nanfeng walked up to Ji Weixi and slapped her.

He really put some weight behind that slap—Ji Weixi’s cheek was twitching in pain and her ears were ringing horribly.

Her small white face was instantly dyed with a red palm print too.

She glared at Mo Nanfeng. If not for being gagged, she would have cursed him to heavens above.

What the hell happened to not hurting her?

Li Shaoling’s gaze sharpened and his killing intent spread, his pale-white face now looking as frightening as the king of the underworld’s.

“Why don’t you do that again?” He squeezed those words through gritted teeth.

Mo Nanfeng slapped Ji Weixi firmly again.

This time, the corner of her lips broke immediately as her vision blurred and she saw stars.

She dangled limply.

‘Mo Nanfeng! You motherf*cker!

‘Don’t let me escape!’

Meanwhile, Mo Nanfeng was waving his sore hand and grinning provokingly at Li Shaoling. “Don’t you love this woman the most, Li Shaoling? Or would you rather she got hurt? I would have you see with your own eyes how I’ll torment her!”

Li Shaoling was furious. “I’ll kill you if you touch her again!”

Mo Nanfeng was unintimated by the word ‘kill’, however. After all, he had a trump card in Ji Weixi in his hand.

Clicking his tongue, he whipped out a small knife and held it against her neck.

He just had to cut a little firmly and blood would shoot out, and not even God could save Ji Weixi then.

Li Shaoling’s eyes promptly tightened at the knife. Like a bristling violent beast, his eyes emanated cruel murder as if he could not wait to tear the man in front of him into pieces, skinning him and plucking out his bones.

Even so, he was now vulnerable, and others could see it.

Yes. Ji Weixi is his life.

On the other hand, Ji Weixi only felt a coldness over her neck and a sudden sharp pain.

She gasped.

Mo Nanfeng had scraped into her neck, instantly drawing blood.

“Li Shaoling, kneel if you don’t want your woman dead!”

Kneel?!

Ji Weixi struggled. Her gag dropped out then and she cursed at Mo Nanfeng. “Mo Nanfeng you ugly bastard! Die! I wish you a car runs into you when you leave your home, choke on rice and water, or just slip and fall to your death!”

Mo Nanfeng, enraged with every word simply kept his knife on her neck and bellowed. “Li Shaoling, on your knees now! Or I kill her right now!”

“Li Shaoling! Run! You don’t have to save me!”

There was no way Ji Weixi would let him kneel.

He was born noble and prideful. Why would she have him give up every bit of dignity and bow in front of so many people?

On the other hand, Li Shaoling’s bleeding palm slowly clenched. The more strength he used, the more freely blood would stream.

Kneel? Heh. So what?

Even if it said that a real man’s knees were golden, it mattered not to him.

He would do anything as long as Ji Weixi did not get hurt.

Ji Weixi could hear her heart breaking as she watched him bend his feet to get down on his knees. “Li Shaoling! I won’t care about you anymore if you kneeled!” She yelled. “Go away! Don’t ever show up in front of me ever again!”

Ba-dump.

Li Shaoling had briskly knelt on the ground, but he still looked noble doing so: his back straightened and his face impassive, his pride and high-and-mighty air remained.

Ji Weixi felt her breath caught in her throat. Tears, like a broken string of pearls flowed endlessly from her eyes.

Her heart bled.

Why? Why did it have to be like this!?

He should be meeting his girlfriend! Why did he come here to be insulted!

Idiot!

“Hahahaha! You are suffering like I did, Li Shaoling!” Mo Nanfeng laughed savagely, with his voice echoing inside the factory.

However, he abruptly stopped and gaped as the others did: Li Shaoling had drawn out a black card from his pocket.

“There’s a hundred million in this card.”

Bro Long’s eyes could have popped out.

Though he kept saying that money was evil, he was beside himself with love when it just shows up in front of him.

Even as he promptly rose from his chair and ordered Mo Nanfeng to stop touching Ji Weixi, his eyes never left the black card.

Li Shaoling smiled coldly, however. “You want it? Come get it.”

However, one of the lackeys warned Bro Dong. “What if he tries something funny? I’ll go get it, Bro Dong!”

Nonetheless, Bro Dong punched him in the head. “You want to steal my money, don’t you? What could he do by himself anyway? Kill me?”

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He hence flamboyantly walked up to Li Shaoling and swiftly snatched off the black card.

Staring at it like treasure, his eyes were popping dollar signs as he caressed the card while his saliva dripped out, unaware that the man behind him had slowly got to his feet.

Catching him off guard, Li Shaoling grabbed Bro Dong’s throat with his bleeding hand, before stabbing the dagger mercilessly into Bro Dong’s stomach.

He screamed, fell to the ground and struggled, but could not get up.

Upon seeing that, his lackeys quickly surrounded Li Shaoling, but Li Shaoling moved extremely fast and agilely. Coupled with his vicious assault, all of them were left dangling between life and them.

The lackeys simply could not beat him, and were all beaten to the ground in minutes.

Mo Nanfeng was left utterly dumbfounded and started panicking.

He was the only one left after all.

Be that as it may, he gulped and mustered his courage and held his knife over Ji Weixi’s neck again. “Don’t come here! I’ll kill her!”

Li Shaoling, however, kept getting closer as if he could not hear him. Mo Nanfeng, driven to a corner was no longer as savage as before, and started screaming without dignity at all. “Don’t come here!! I f*cking told you!!!”

Meanwhile, although Ji Weixi was clearly the hostage here and could die anytime, she wasn’t afraid at all.

Because Li Shaoling was right in front of her.

Li Shaoling’s clothes were rather crumpled, with dust caught on his knees where he knelt and blood still flowing freely from his left hand. He looked paler than just now too.

But despite that raggedness, he was still ever handsome that none could take their eyes off him.

She had never seen him like that. Never.

Now, he was standing still just a meter away from Ji Weixi.

Mo Nanfeng breathed a sigh of relief and started negotiating. “Li Shaoling, let’s make a deal. I’ll let her go only if you give me the black card, get me a car and let me free. What do you think?”

“Sure.” Li Shaoling briskly answered.

And the moment those words left his mouth, the rumble of a car engine could be heard outside the factory.

It was moving fast, and in the next instant, the tightly locked gates of the factor were knocked apart and sent flying with a loud bang.

A white racing car rushed inside, roaring deafeningly as the driver jammed his foot on the throttle.

Mo Nanfeng was dumbfounded. Why was there a car out of nowhere? Was it prepared for him?

Nonetheless, it was in that split second that Li Shaoling, catching him off guard promptly rushed up, snatched away Mo Nanfeng’s knife and stabbed it viciously down his shoulder.