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Ye Chen realized at that moment that the person before him was nothing but a rogue. He recalled how Lou Yu had previously taught Zhou Laosan a lesson and thought that no one in the military would dare to target him again. Moreover, he was currently in the same room as Pei Guanjing. Yet, someone still had the audacity to approach him.
Despite feeling that it was impossible, Ye Chen immediately pulled his right hand free from Zhao Yongsheng's grip with all his strength. He flipped his hand and, summoning all his energy, slapped Zhao Yongsheng hard across the face while shouting angrily, “You bastard! How dare you even think about me!”
With a sharp crack, Zhao Yongsheng's head snapped to the side from the force of the slap. When he turned back, a sinister glint flashed in his eyes.
Ye Chen's slap had been heavy, but he wished it could have been even harder; he wanted nothing more than to incapacitate this scum for life.
“Get out!” Ye Chen quickly stood up, stepping back two paces while pointing at the door and shouting sternly.
But at that moment, how could Zhao Yongsheng possibly leave? He also stood up and slowly advanced towards Ye Chen with a twisted smile on his face, saying, “I didn’t expect you to be such a thorny Kun Ze. Pei Guanjing has raised you for so long without ever touching you, but today, I’ll let you experience what it means to be marked by Tian Qian.”
Ye Chen’s face instantly turned pale. He had sensed that Xin Xiang was overflowing recently, but he never expected this scoundrel would actually target him. He wondered how Zhao Yongsheng had discovered that he was a Kun Ze. It was said that once marked by Tian Qian, a Kun Ze would be bound for life to that Tian Qian. Ye Chen had previously scoffed at this notion, but now a deep fear surged within him.
Yet despite his fear, Ye Chen maintained his composure and showed no sign of terror on his face. Instead, he calmly said, “If you don’t want to die, get out of here quickly. My Master will be back soon.”
Upon hearing this, Zhao Yongsheng laughed even more arrogantly. He carelessly replied, “Pei Guanjing won’t be back so soon. With so many injured soldiers at the Medical Camp, he’s too busy to worry about you. Don’t worry; I have plenty of time today to take good care of you. Once I mark you, even if Pei Guanjing cares for you deeply, he won’t be able to save you.”
At that moment, Ye Chen couldn’t afford to think about whether Pei Guanjing would return quickly. He rapidly calculated how many meters he was from the door and considered how he could escape as fast as possible. Once outside the tent, he would have a way to shake off this despicable man; after all, soldiers were patrolling everywhere outside the Military Camp.
With a plan in mind, Ye Chen feigned fear and stood frozen in place as he watched Zhao Yongsheng approach step by step. Out of the corner of his eye, he kept glancing toward the door, carefully observing any obstacles in that short distance to find an opportunity to escape.
Zhao Yongsheng approached with a lewd grin and even reached out his hand. Seeing the seemingly frightened little rabbit before him frozen in place filled him with secret delight; he could hardly wait to tear Ye Chen’s clothes off.
But this was merely a facade that Ye Chen used to deceive him. As Zhao Yongsheng drew closer, Ye Chen gauged the distance between them, silently counting down in his mind. Suddenly, he unleashed his strength, swiftly kicking out his right leg and delivering a fierce blow to Zhao Yongsheng's groin.
With a loud thud, the kick landed perfectly. Zhao Yongsheng let out a pained scream, doubling over and clutching his groin.
Seizing the opportunity while Zhao Yongsheng was bent over, Ye Chen sprang into action like a rabbit, darting past him at lightning speed. His heart raced as he focused intently on the door just within reach, a single thought consuming him: faster, just a little faster!
He was getting closer, closer to the door. Once he crossed that threshold, he would be safe.
However, just as he was about to touch the door curtain, a sudden sharp pain shot through his neck. He couldn't withstand it and fell forward onto the ground. It was Zhao Yongsheng who had grabbed a nearby teacup and smashed it against the back of his head.
The teacup shattered on the ground with a crisp sound.
Ignoring the searing pain in his neck, Ye Chen pushed himself up with his hands, struggling to get back on his feet and continue his escape. But Zhao Yongsheng had seized his right ankle, instantly thwarting his escape plan.
In that moment, Ye Chen felt as if his heart had plunged into an ice cavern, freezing every drop of blood in his body. He desperately kicked at Zhao Yongsheng with his left foot, trying to shake off the grip on his right ankle. But Zhao Yongsheng's hand was like an iron clamp, showing no signs of loosening.
Though Zhao Yongsheng was lewd and despicable, he had seen battle before; pain and injury were nothing new to him. He could easily endure this minor discomfort with gritted teeth. Holding tightly onto Ye Chen's right foot, he yanked him back forcefully while shouting angrily, "Are you tired of living? How dare you kick my precious parts?" As he yelled, he raised his left hand to tear at Ye Chen's pants.
At the same time, Zhao Yongsheng began to release his Xin Xiang, a strong stench emanating from the back of his neck. The foul odor nearly suffocated Ye Chen; he instinctively covered his mouth and nose. Why did it smell so terrible?
Usually, Zhao Yongsheng suppressed his Xin Xiang because it was different from others; whenever he was around people, a wave of foulness would follow him, leaving him with few close friends.
However, despite everything, he was still Tian Qian. As long as Tian Qian released Xin Xiang to suppress Kun Ze, it could trigger Kun Ze's Rain Dew Period and unleash a surge of emotions.
Ye Chen usually wore elaborate clothing, designed to wrap around him and prevent his Xin Xiang from leaking out, making it difficult to tear. Zhao Yongsheng's attempts at ripping his clothes, combined with Ye Chen's constant struggles, only resulted in a small tear in his pants.
"Damn it!" Zhao Yongsheng cursed as he mounted Ye Chen, pinning his arms above his head with one hand while the other began to recklessly lift his shirt, trying to undo his belt.
At that moment, Ye Chen was too overwhelmed to think about anything else. Fear and anger intertwined, leaving his mind in chaos.
However, Zhao Yongsheng's foul Xin Xiang began to stir the Haitang Xin Xiang within Ye Chen. The two energies clashed violently, causing Ye Chen's fevered and somewhat dazed mind to gradually clear.
With his hands pinned down and his legs restrained, Ye Chen summoned all his strength and struggled fiercely. Finally, he managed to throw off the weight of Zhao Yongsheng and leaned against a nearby table, struggling to stand up.
Then, he employed the same tactic again, delivering a powerful kick toward Zhao Yongsheng. Unfortunately, Zhao Yongsheng had anticipated this move; having sensed Ye Chen's escape from his grasp, he nimbly sidestepped, leaving Ye Chen's kick to strike nothing but air.
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