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Zheng Mengni instinctively placed the item back in its original position. A second later, she froze, her brows furrowing tightly.
The Ye siblings both had keys.
Without time to think, she hurried back to her bedroom, locked the door behind her, and pulled out a collection of self-defense items. Yesterday, Ye Siqian had warned her that the security in this area was chaotic, which was why he advised her against staying in a small hotel.
Disaster struck faster than she had anticipated. Almost as soon as she stepped into the bedroom, the front door was forcefully opened.
Zheng Mengni didn’t have time to call her brother for help; she could only send her location before the locked door was violently broken open. Her phone was knocked to the ground with a loud thud, and a shiny leather shoe stomped down on it, pinning it firmly.
The number of intruders exceeded her expectations by several times. Zheng Mengni quietly hid her utility knife, afraid to make any sudden movements that might provoke them into violence. Ye Bingran had mysteriously disappeared for a day without a trace, and this situation was undoubtedly related to him.
No matter how composed Zheng Mengni tried to appear, she couldn’t escape being gagged and knocked unconscious. Fortunately, her location had been sent out; she hoped it would be enough for Zheng Zeqi to find her and expose Ye Bingran's true cruel nature.
Ye Bingran had been invited to a private room where he spent the day drinking hot tea.
Sitting across from him were more than ten men, bare-chested with skin covered in tattoos of dragons. Wu Hao had just lit a cigarette and raised an eyebrow at Ye Bingran, his voice filled with authority.
"That person up top wants you dead; there’s no escape. But considering you’re quite capable and managed to survive last time despite killing two of my men, your fierce nature is somewhat endearing. If you plead for mercy and acknowledge Godfather, I might just pretend I didn’t hear you and let you stay by my side. After all, a lonely woman like you can only flutter around so much."
Ye Bingran’s expression remained calm. "You seem to be flying high yourself; it’s clear you won’t find much profit in this remote area."
Her words struck a nerve with Wu Hao; he had recently been assigned by Tan Yan to keep an eye on a young girl here. The conditions were poor in this mountainous region—there was nothing worth having, and the quality of the club girls was far inferior to those in the city. He felt restless if he didn’t sleep with someone but found no satisfaction when he did.
Looking around, even a disfigured woman seemed more enticing than what he had available.
Wu Hao cursed Tan Yan for his assignment but felt compelled to obey due to the pressure of power.
He initially thought that killing Ye Bingran would allow him to return to his carefree life, but she proved to be quite cunning. Recently, after an incident at Di Jing Yu Ting, Ye Bingran had been detained for some time. Upon her release, she inadvertently focused on one of his clubs, quietly exploiting its vulnerabilities and keeping him from acting rashly.
Now the situation was:
"Either we settle this peacefully, or we both perish together."
Wu Hao smiled with a hint of malice. "What can a woman like you do? It would be better to rely on me than to live like a beggar."
Ye Bingran raised an eyebrow. "I don't presume too much of myself. I have few strengths and many flaws; the only thing I can offer is my worthless life."
Wu Hao extinguished the cigarette with his bare hands and approached Ye Bingran, his fingers brushing against her slender face with an unsettling familiarity. The young woman felt almost ethereal, yet she had been ravaged too harshly.
He twisted open the lid and scooped out the entire contents of the ointment, slapping it onto Ye Bingran's face, slowly spreading and massaging it in with a repulsive, lascivious motion. This was the only thing he had found in her pockets—a woman as destitute as she was, with nothing but a jar of scar treatment cream.
It was indeed a pity to ruin such a beautiful face; after all, who in this world doesn't care about their appearance? For a woman wanting to make a name for herself in this world, the simplest way was to lie back and wait for someone to take advantage of her. Perhaps if she satisfied them, she might even get some scraps in return.
At his words, Ye Bingran's smile faded slightly. She wiped the ointment from her lips with the back of her hand and looked up at Wu Hao, their eyes locking. A cold glint flashed in her dark eyes.
It seemed that Wu Hao had developmental issues in his youth; all his nourishment must have gone to his lower half, leaving nothing for his brain. As he spoke, his gaze shifted downward ominously.
However, it appeared that whatever had developed down there was not as impressive as his intellect. "Perhaps I should feed you instead; my fingers should be more useful than your lackluster appendage."
Wu Hao's anger flared at this remark, and he slapped Ye Bingran hard across the face. "You talk tough; do you think your life is any more valuable?"
"Did I say something wrong? What does a man like you need a backside for if not to wait for someone to take advantage of you?" Ye Bingran retorted fiercely, refusing to spare even himself from his own disdain for such gender discrimination.
What was wrong with women? He judged people solely by their abilities, not their backgrounds. He had had several female subordinates who fought without hesitation—far stronger than many foolish men driven by primal instincts.
As soon as he finished speaking, he received another slap, causing half of his face to swell instantly. Yet he remained unfazed, not even turning his head.
The noise inside was overwhelming; Zheng Mengni struggled to lift her heavy eyelids, feeling dizzy and disoriented.
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