Chapter 179

Chapter 179 - It Was Getting More and More Fun!

“Tsk tsk tsk...” The masked man reveled in the sight of her shapely calf. “Xiaolong is quite the lucky man, having beauties like you at his beck and call every day. Just a glimpse of your leg is so delightful; I can only imagine how much more pleasing it would be to see you without any clothes. I'm quite looking forward to that!”

Rip...

Amidst Chen Yaru's screams and struggles, he made another cut, this time tearing the fabric up to her knee.

“No, please...” Chen Yaru was truly terrified. At first, when the masked man demanded the drink formula, she thought he was just greedy for money. But now, she realized he was a complete psychopath.

“You say ‘no,' but that must mean you're actually eager for it. I'll indulge you!” the masked man declared with gusto, snipping through the other pant leg and ripping it up to her knee as well.

Chen Yaru scrambled backwards in a frenzy, but with her hands and feet bound, escape was impossible.

“Why such an overreaction? I haven't really done anything to you yet, have I?” The masked man's voice grew more lecherous. “Your voice, though, is so alluring. I'm dying to hear how you'll sound when I take you. What kind of noises will you make? Ah, just talking about it makes me impatient. But let's cut to the chase. Next time, you can wear a strip of cloth for my entertainment.”

With that, he reached for Chen Yaru's waistband, clearly intent on removing her pants.

“I'm telling you...” Chen Yaru screamed hysterically, her body jerking back so violently that her head struck the wall. Ignoring the pain, she continued to shout desperately, “It's the Four-phenomena Divine Orchid! The drink contains Four-phenomena Divine Orchid. I swear it's the truth!”

“Heh...” The masked man paused, his tone mocking. “Why didn't you just say so from the start? I've had more women than you've seen men. You're no match for me.”

He then made a phone call: “It's an ingredient called the Four-phenomena Divine Orchid. Definitely no mistake there. Our Miss Yaru doesn't seem too pleased!”

“Impressive, you've managed to uncover the genuine formula so quickly. But since Miss Yaru is quite displeased, why not do something to cheer her up?” The voice on the phone was carefully masked.

Chen Yaru, although hearing a faint voice, sensed something familiar in the caller's tone.

“Haha, this is becoming quite the thrill,” the masked man gloated, licking his lips. “Who knew that forcing myself on an unwilling girl could be so pleasurable!”

Despair was closing in on Chen Yaru; tears streamed down her face as she continued to elude him.

“Forget about him,” the masked man taunted, rubbing his hands together. “Soon, an old friend will join us. If Zhang Xiaolong has the guts to show up, he can witness our little scene. Won't that be a thrill?”

With those words, he launched himself at her once more, his sinister laughter echoing in the air.

“Xiaolong, where are you?” Chen Yaru's voice trembled as she curled into a ball, eyes shut tight, bracing for the worst.

“I'm right here!” The response came in a voice warm and melodious, like a heavenly chorus.

Chen Yaru felt no weight upon her, only the sound of that voice. For a moment, she wondered if she were dreaming.

Lifting her head, she saw Zhang Xiaolong holding the masked man aloft with one hand. It seemed that just as the attacker had pounced, Xiaolong had arrived in the nick of time to catch him mid-air.

With a casual flick of his wrist, the masked man was sent flying into the wall, flattening like a dumpling.

“I'm so sorry for putting you through this; it's all my fault.” Zhang Xiaolong's heart ached as he saw the fear etched on the woman's face. He quickly stepped forward and embraced her.

Chen Yaru couldn't hold back her tears any longer. “I was afraid I'd never see you again.”

“Don't worry. I'll never let anyone hurt you again—not now, not ever,” Zhang Xiaolong soothed her.

“Die!” The masked man crept up stealthily, seizing the scissors from the ground and lunging for Zhang Xiaolong's throat.

“Moron!” Without even glancing back, Zhang Xiaolong, as if he had eyes in the back of his head, reached out and precisely caught the attacker's hands.

With a slight twist, the scissors veered and plunged into a rather sensitive area of the assailant's lower body.