Chapter 489: 228 Don’t Be Afraid (Twelve)_2

Chapter 489: 228 Don’t Be Afraid (Twelve)_2

Song Hanqing gazed foolishly before he suddenly saw Ming Jing kick open the door of the room opposite. She looked so fragile, yet somehow she displayed immense strength in her kick. As everyone was shocked by her sudden outburst, the door shattered along with the mixed noises of crying and laughter. It was as if the inside and outside of the room were two different worlds.

Without giving anyone time to react, Ming Jing kicked Song Hanqing in the stomach. The tall man stumbled into the room like a broken kite. As Lin Chu stared in disbelief, the young girl glanced over at him. Involuntarily, shivers ran down Lin Chu’s spine. The next moment, he too was kicked into the room.

Followed by screams of chaos inside the private room.

The two men who had pinned down Zhao Heng released him and charged at Ming Jing with great ferocity. Yet she seemed to float gracefully around the room, avoiding their every move.

Ming Jing suddenly appeared behind the two like a specter, kicking them both with a swift leg motion. They screamed in pain as they rolled into the room.

Zhao Heng, Song Yinzhang, and Xie Zhen all gawked incredulously.

Was this incredibly powerful, yet light-footed girl they knew really their Ming Jing?

“Wait here,” Ming Jing said as she stepped into the room.

The heavy door closed, hiding the delicate figure of the girl.

Song Yinzhang and Zhao Heng exchanged glances.

Zhao Heng took out his cell phone, “I’m calling the police right now...”

Song Yinzhang interrupted him, “No need for that, leave it to me.”

Inside the room, colorful lights flashed in a dizzying pattern, making the luxurious décor even more decadent. The nauseating smell of alcohol and smoke permeated the air.

“Fuck... Who spoiled my fun?” A furious man cursed.

“Calm down, Mr. Cheng. Let me see what’s going on.”

Half a minute later, the lights in the room were turned up, revealing all the filthy and rotten depravity.

The private room was large and empty, and on the giant soft sofa...

Ming Jing furrowed her brows and closed her eyes.

“Who the fuck are you? Are you here to deliberately spoil my fun?” A fat-faced man swore angrily as he grabbed someone by the collar.

A woman screamed, hurrying to dress herself.

Song Hanqing gritted his teeth in pain and shook off the man’s hand, looking towards the door.

Ming Jing spoke to the girl, “Go to the corner, cover your eyes, and don’t look.”

The girl obediently did as she was told, squatting in the corner and covering her eyes.

Ming Jing flicked her immaculate dress, looking indifferent and gentle. Her every movement possessed an indescribable grace and elegance. The white color gathered all the splendors of the world, shining brilliantly and resplendent to the eye.

“Are you coming at me one by one, or all at once?”

Ten minutes later, the door to the room opened, and Ming Jing, supporting a young girl, walked out.

Xie Zhen immediately went over to help the girl and took the opportunity to peek into the room. However, the door quickly closed, and she saw nothing.

Zhao Heng and Song Yinzhang approached worriedly, examining Ming Jing up and down, “Are you okay?”

Ming Jing shook her head, “Let’s take her to the hospital first.”

Song Yinzhang looked at Ming Jing deeply, while Zhao Heng had already gotten used to Ming Jing’s extraordinary abilities, not as surprised as Song Yinzhang.

She was a Master, after all, persuading evil-doers to put down their weapons and become Buddhas on the spot, which was very effective.

Song Yinzhang shook his head, “You guys go ahead; I’m waiting for a friend here.”

Ming Jing didn’t ask any further questions. She and Xie Zhen supported the girl from both sides and headed for the elevator.

When the elevator door opened, Liu Muxue saw Ming Jing supporting a pale-faced girl and was taken aback, “What happened?”

Zhao Heng gave her a glare, “You still have the nerve to ask? You insisted on coming to this damn place. Do you know you almost got Ming Jing killed?”

Not giving Liu Muxue a chance to react, Zhao Heng explained the incident in a few words. Liu Muxue glanced at Ming Jing and, for the first time, did not refute and honestly shut her mouth.

When the elevator reached the ground floor, the group left. Liu Muxue angrily went to the reception desk, slammed the newly acquired Gold Card on the counter, “I want to cancel the card. What a terrible place this is, it’s far worse than our Jiangzhou.”

As soon as Ming Jing and the others left, a yellow sports car pulled up at the entrance of the club. A young man jumped out and quickly ran inside.

The doorman who saw him immediately greeted respectfully, “Mr. Bai... Your esteemed presence...”

Bai Ziyan cut him off, demanding, “Where’s that bastard Song Hanqing?”

The doorman hesitated for a moment.

Bai Ziyan grabbed his collar and interrogated, “The Song rascal? Where is he?”

Terrified, the doorman pointed upstairs, “At the...third floor.”