The man blocking Shen Nanshu’s path never imagined his defense would be so trivial in the face of the opponent’s attack. The blade sliced directly into his shoulder.
With a shhhck sound, Ye Qingyi pulled the long knife free. Blood sprayed out instantly.
“If I hadn’t held back in time, you’d already be a mangled corpse,” she stated coldly.
Clutching his shoulder, the man’s face turned deathly pale. Seeing this, Huo Jingshu frowned and quickly moved to support him. “Are you alright?”
“I’m fine, Captain,” he insisted, though his vision was already blurring. The blood loss caused him to faint instantly.
Shen Nanshu gnashed her teeth in fury. “Su Mo, this is murder!”
Ignoring her, Ye Qingyi turned and lifted the fallen Su Mo into her arms, her voice heavy. “If anything happens to him, I’ll have you buried with him!”
At that moment, members from both teams arrived on the scene. Shen Nanshu was the captain of her team; among the other five, four were Caucasian, including the one now lying on the ground.
The remaining four squared off against Xia Qingqing and the others. A fight was imminent.
Zhuge Zhi charged forward, cursing loudly, “Damn it all! How dare you bully someone from our team? I’ll end you!”
When trouble arose, he was truly the first to act. Swinging his fists, he engaged a Caucasian youth from the other side. Blow after solid blow landed, making for a rather spectacular brawl.
Although Huo Jingshu and Xia Qingqing didn’t care much for Lin Qianye, they had roughly guessed Su Mo’s identity and subconsciously projected their feelings for their dear friend onto him.
Thus, a common hatred united them!
With one glance at Shen Nanshu across from them, Wu Heng understood exactly what had transpired.
She gave him quite the headache.
Because of her, he and Ye Qingyi had almost fallen out before.
Because of her, no member of the opposite sex dared get close to him, for fear of offending this particular person.
Wu Heng had explained himself to her on more than one occasion, but each time she would act utterly wronged, leaving him unable to voice the words he had held back for so long.
In his view, Shen Nanshu was the classic “if I can’t have it, no one can” type.
As for this incident, it was probably because she had invited him to join her team, only to be rejected. Later, when she tried to join his team, Lin Qianye had filled the vacant spot. Humiliated and enraged, she had sought revenge.
Seeing him look her way, Shen Nanshu’s eyes immediately reddened. “Are you really going to oppose me for this woman?”
Wu Heng felt a prickle of irritation. He frowned, took a deep breath, and said, “There’s something I’ve wanted to tell you for a long time.”
Shen Nanshu suddenly froze, her mind conjuring a scene where he confessed his feelings to her…
Wu Heng’s voice gradually turned icy. “Please stop bothering me from now on. And don’t use that as a reason to hurt my friends. Otherwise, don’t blame me for being ruthless!”
Shen Nanshu’s expression stiffened. She paused, seeming to have something to say, but ultimately remained silent, transforming her look into one of pure innocence—the kind that could sway anyone’s heart.
“Stop! We’re leaving!” Her eyes red, she shot Wu Heng one last glance before a single tear traced a path down her cheek.
The other members of her team were indignant and wanted to continue fighting, but since their captain had spoken, they had no choice but to withdraw.
The moment the fighting ceased, Zhuge Zhi suddenly let out a dramatic cry and flew backward several meters, caught by Wu Heng. “If you’re going to fake it, at least make it convincing. No one even touched you. How did you manage to fly over here?”
Zhuge Zhi shook his short hair. “Who cares? Anyway, I got knocked flying. If the higher-ups come asking for trouble later, that’s our story.”
After they left, Ye Qingyi, who had previously been glaring fiercely, suddenly seemed less angry and more resigned as she looked down at the delicate figure of Su Mo in her arms.
He was curled into a ball, nestling against her as if he had suffered some great injustice.
His skill at playing pitiful was almost on par with Shen Nanshu’s.
Seeing this, Wu Heng apologized, “I’m sorry. I got you involved in this.”
Su Mo said weakly, “It’s fine. This isn’t on you. The reason she wanted to silence me… was because I discovered her secret. Cough, cough, cough…”
Everyone was curious about this secret.
Zhuge Zhi’s eyes suddenly lit up. “I think I heard three men!”
He wasn’t the only one who heard it, nor were they the only ones present.
When those three men were dragged out by Xia Qingqing and Huo Jingshu, the onlookers gasped in surprise, whispering incredulously, “That woman looked so beautiful just now. Who would have thought she was into that…”
“Looks can be deceiving; desire reveals the true nature. Supers are something else—she completely drained all three of them!”
“And they were tied up too…”
“Tsk, tsk, tsk…”
Back in the private room, Yang Jie arrived upon hearing the news. Seeing Su Mo lying listlessly in Ye Qingyi’s arms, his mouth twitched, and he nearly laughed out loud.
To outsiders, the situation between Lin Qianye and Su Mo was now confirmed. Only Xia Qingqing and Huo Jingshu, knowing the truth, pretended to be angry but didn’t make much of a fuss.
“What happened? Did you get jumped?” Yang Jie adjusted his glasses.
The moment he saw Yang Jie, Zhuge Zhi burst into tears. “Instructor Yang! Someone bullied us! We were too kind, and we got beaten up! Wahhhhh—”
Yang Jie raised an eyebrow. “Beaten where? You look perfectly fine to me. Only Lin Qianye seems injured.”
The crying stopped abruptly. Zhuge Zhi said awkwardly, “Well… I’m just thick-skinned and tough…”
Yang Jie said irritably, “If there’s no substantial injury, stop the waterworks. When they come knocking later, we’ll see who dies of embarrassment then.”
A glint flickered in Wu Heng’s eyes. He suddenly turned to Zhuge Zhi with concern. “Let me see where you’re hurt.”
“Right here…” Zhuge Zhi pointed to his pristine cheek, looking utterly aggrieved.
Bam!
Zhuge Zhi flew backward, a fresh fist mark blooming on his face, instantly swelling up.
“Instructor Yang, substantial injury confirmed,” Wu Heng said, the corner of his mouth quirking up. Finally got to punch this guy openly and honestly, he thought.
So satisfying!
Xia Qingqing watched with envy.
This time, Zhuge Zhi’s tears were real, his sobs pathetically miserable.
Yang Jie’s gaze swept over Wu Heng. He suddenly snorted a laugh, then quickly straightened his face upon realizing his lapse, adopting a serious tone. “Young man, you show great promise.”
No sooner had he finished speaking than a commotion erupted outside the private room. Upon hearing the voices of the newcomers, Zhuge Zhi suddenly burst into tears and shouted, “Instructor Yang, you have to stand up for me! They slapped my handsome face! I don’t even have a girlfriend yet! What am I going to do if I’m disfigured…?”
He’d already taken the hit. If he didn’t play his part convincingly now, wouldn’t this beating have been for nothing?
Su Mo suddenly broke into a violent coughing fit, bloody froth once again spilling from the corner of his mouth.
This time, even Ye Qingyi was a bit bewildered.
If you’re going to pretend, fine, but why keep coughing up blood? Do you think you have too much of it?
Just as this thought crossed her mind, Su Mo’s head lolled to the side, and he fell completely still.
She touched his forehead.
It was burning up!