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Ding Weiwei was hesitating in her room about whether to take a shower first when suddenly the doorbell rang.
"Hmm?" Ding Weiwei thought, Zhang Yang couldn't possibly be back this soon. She looked through the peephole but found it unclear; she could vaguely make out a man's figure. It turned out the peephole had been smeared with mucus.
"Who is it?" Ding Weiwei asked without opening the door.
"Room service, delivering a fruit platter," came the reply from outside.
"Oh." Being a female student and staying in a star-rated hotel, she had no sense of vigilance and opened the door.
"Help..." Before Ding Weiwei could scream, Qiang covered her mouth.
The four men pulled out ropes and tightly bound Ding Weiwei to a chair placed beside the bed. Qiang grabbed Ding Weiwei's hair and asked Zhang Yang where he had gone, but as soon as Ding Weiwei opened her mouth to call for help, Qiang stopped questioning her. He pulled a towel from the bathroom and stuffed it into Ding Weiwei's mouth while the other three sat on the bed and nearby.
"Qiang, this girl's pretty hot. How about we have some fun first?" Red Hair said, stroking Ding Weiwei's calf clad in black stockings with a smirk.
"Wait until we deal with that guy. You can play however you want after that. It's more important to complete what my uncle assigned us. Besides, I doubt we'll have enough time; I estimate that guy will be back soon," Qiang said as he pulled out a short knife from his bag, while Red Hair and Xiao Liang each took out a watermelon knife wrapped in newspaper from their bags.
The Muscular Man took out a steel pipe and stood at the doorway.
"Little girl, since you won't say where your boyfriend went, we'll just wait. Honestly, I'm not interested in what he’s up to; with such a beautiful girl like you here, he won't stay away for long," Qiang said, waving the short knife near Ding Weiwei's face. "I just wonder how much he cares about you and whether he would be afraid of me cutting your pretty face."
Just then, they heard the sound of a card being swiped at the door. Qiang exchanged glances with the Muscular Man, who tightened his grip on the steel pipe, ready to strike as soon as someone entered.
As soon as the door opened, Zhang Yang walked in with a smile, only to be met by the whistling steel pipe.
Caught off guard and thinking about good things ahead, Zhang Yang quickly tilted his head aside and slid down at an angle; the steel pipe hit his shoulder. He stumbled but rolled into the room using the momentum. Meanwhile, his foot hooked around the Muscular Man's ankle, causing him to stumble and fall to the ground with a clang as the steel pipe dropped beside him.
Zhang Yang was furious that someone from Blade Training Camp had been ambushed in a hotel. He sprang into action and quickly grabbed the Muscular Man by the neck, lifting him off the ground. The Muscular Man struggled in mid-air, finding it hard to breathe as his throat constricted and his tongue hung out.
"Put him down!" Seeing Zhang Yang's impressive skills, Qiang immediately moved behind Ding Weiwei and pressed the short knife against her neck. Red Hair and Xiao Liang positioned themselves on either side of her, tightly gripping their watermelon knives.
When Zhang Yang saw Ding Weiwei tied to a chair, his eyes immediately blazed with anger. Upon closer inspection, he noticed her clothes were intact, which eased his mind slightly. He casually tossed the Muscular Man aside. With a thud, the Muscular Man landed on his backside and let out a cry.
"If you let her go now, we can still talk," Zhang Yang said, moving his shoulder that had been struck by the steel pipe, his voice low. The yellow Blade on his forehead seemed to emit a flickering light from between his hair.
"Kid, you're pretty bold," Qiang tightened the short knife against Ding Weiwei's neck. "Kneel down! Otherwise, I'll kill your girl!"
Zhang Yang remained silent, his eyes fixed on Qiang's hand holding the knife.
"Only when you see the coffin will you shed tears. I'll start by carving a cross on her chest!" Qiang said, lowering his hand as the short knife unbuttoned Ding Weiwei's clothing, revealing her black lingerie. He then pressed the blade against her chest.
Nearby, Hongmao and Xiao Liang laughed triumphantly at Zhang Yang, who was three meters away.
In the midst of their laughter, Zhang Yang's right hand curled into a fist and suddenly pulled back. Qiang's short knife flew into Zhang Yang's hand as if drawn by a magnet. Qiang's hand was lifted by this force and raised in the air.
The short knife shot from Zhang Yang's hand like a meteor, piercing through Qiang's wrist and carrying him towards the wall behind with a dull thud as the knife embedded itself in the wall.
Everything happened too quickly; Hongmao and Xiao Liang hadn't even fully retracted their smiles when they were startled awake by Qiang's anguished scream as blood gushed from his wrist. In a panic, both of them threw their watermelon knives at Zhang Yang.
At this point, there was no way to hit Zhang Yang. He swiftly dodged between the two knives and charged straight at Hongmao and Xiao Liang. However, one of their thrown knives landed perfectly in the thigh of the fallen Muscular Man, causing him to resume his cries.
Zhang Yang wasted no time; he struck left and right with two loud slaps that sent Hongmao and Xiao Liang flying.
"Are you okay?" Zhang Yang removed the towel from Ding Weiwei's mouth and untied her ropes.
"You scared me to death," Ding Weiwei collapsed into Zhang Yang's arms. "It's okay now," he gently patted her shoulder. "Don't be afraid; I'm here."
Hearing Zhang Yang's words gave Ding Weiwei an overwhelming sense of security, and she began to cry softly.
Zhang Yang comforted her with kind words while glancing at the four attackers, who were still groaning and had no ability to retaliate or escape.
After a while, Ding Weiwei felt much better. "Go wash your face in the bathroom and freshen up; don't come out just yet," Zhang Yang instructed her. Ding Weiwei nodded, thinking that after crying like this, her makeup must be ruined and she needed to touch it up.
After Ding Weiwei entered the bathroom, Zhang Yang picked up the Muscular Man and threw him by the bed. At this moment, Qiang had one arm pinned to the wall, while the Muscular Man, Red Hair, and Xiao Liang were curled up on the floor. Zhang Yang turned on the television and increased the volume. Without saying much, he squatted down and with a few quick movements, dislocated all six arms of the three men.
"Are you the boss?" Zhang Yang asked Qiang, placing his hand on the handle of a short knife embedded in the wall.
"Yes."
"Who sent you here?"
"My uncle..." Qiang suddenly let out a scream as Zhang Yang's hand began to twist the knife handle slightly.
"I asked who, not what your relationship is. Name, age, occupation."
"Li Shucai, 49, Deputy Director of Haizhou City Bureau of Industry and Commerce." After Qiang finished speaking, his face turned as pale as paper, beads of cold sweat rolling down.
"Is he that bald fat guy? Quick on his feet, huh?" Zhang Yang muttered to himself.
"Yes, he called me right after leaving the shopping center. I happened to be nearby..." Qiang screamed again as Zhang Yang twisted the knife handle once more, saying while turning it, "I didn't ask you; why are you answering?"
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