Si Ziyan, thrown onto the bed by Zhao Yunhai, thought he had gone back on his word and was terrified, her face ashen, believing she couldn't escape the beast's clutches.
However, when she saw him stand up and walk to the floor-to-ceiling window, staring down as if lost in thought, her heart immediately relaxed.
As long as he hadn't consumed her yet, Si Ziyan could find a sliver of psychological comfort.
"Get out of here!!!"
Facing a martial artist like Ling Yun who disregarded reason, the security guards were sent flying and coughed up blood before they could even get close, struck by Ling Yun's internal energy.
"This is all Zhao Yunhai's fault."
Ling Yun felt no burden on his conscience regarding these ordinary people, as he attributed everything to Zhao Yunhai.
He was merely forced into it; like these ordinary people, he was just one of the victims.
"He's here."
At the floor-to-ceiling window, Zhao Yunhai slowly turned. As he walked towards the bed, his clothes were swept aside and fell to the floor.
Ding-dong!
Outside, Ling Yun had already exited the elevator. He didn't know which room Zhao Yunhai was in, but he could use brute force to check them one by one.
Using his Qinggong, Ling Yun rapidly scanned all the rooms ahead, finally focusing on the last one.
In the living room of the room were the young monk Wuchen, Liu Tan, Si Jinyan, Zhao Lesheng, and Ada, along with the four clan elders.
With a violent kick, the door was burst open. Ling Yun's gaze turned cold.
He hadn't expected Zhao Yunhai's subordinates to be waiting for him here.
"Heh heh." Ling Yun sneered. "Zhao Yunhai is truly confident."
However, Ling Yun was inwardly anxious. Zhao Yunhai hadn't appeared. As a man, he knew exactly what Zhao Yunhai was doing at that moment.
He could only hope he wasn't too late.
"You're Ling Yun, aren't you? Going against my Zhao clan, I think you're tired of living."
"I advise you to crawl between my legs right now, or I'll make sure you leave here on a stretcher today."
Zhao Lesheng stepped forward directly, spreading his legs and pointing between them, speaking to Ling Yun with extreme arrogance.
Zhao Lesheng was no simple, honest clan descendant.
Although he appeared obedient and sensible in front of Zhao Yunhai, to others, he was an outrageously extravagant young master.
With a supreme grand-uncle, and grandparents and parents who had made contributions to the clan, his status was already not low. He was merely from a collateral branch, but even the collateral branches of the Zhao clan held a higher status than the direct descendants of many other families.
"You're seeking death." Ling Yun charged at him, wielding a cold, flexible sword.
Though the sword was soft, in Ling Yun's hands, it moved straight forward, capable of easily taking a life.
"Presumptuous!"
The two clan elders were furious and moved to intervene.
Zhao Lesheng was one of their Zhao clan descendants. How could they stand by and watch him get hurt?
Although Ling Yun was not an opponent for Grandmaster level experts, he was the protagonist. Facing two Grandmasters, he still possessed the strength to fight.
The two clan elders were greatly surprised, feeling as if they couldn't keep up with the changes of the new era.
How could the younger generation be so monstrous?
"Young Master Yun specifically instructed that Ling Yun should be allowed to break in."
Seeing the two clan elders constantly blocking Ling Yun, Si Jinyan quickly stepped up to another elder and whispered a reminder.
"Don't worry, although we are old, our memories are sharp."
This clan elder chuckled.
Si Jinyan awkwardly forced a smile, feeling his efforts were in vain, and then stood beside Zhao Lesheng to ensure the young master didn't get into any trouble.
"How is this guy so strong?"
Zhao Lesheng looked at Ling Yun in utter astonishment. This guy could actually fight toe-to-toe with two clan elders of the Grandmaster realm.
"He's at the peak of the Master realm. Don't worry, he can't escape Young Master Yun's control."
Si Jinyan said with pride.
"Then I'm relieved." Zhao Lesheng's face relaxed. "But why is he at the peak of the Master realm at such a young age? It's truly terrifying."
"Perhaps he encountered some fortuitous encounter, or perhaps his innate potential is exceptional. No matter how strong he is, before Young Master Yun, he's merely a handful of ashes."
Si Jinyan looked at Ling Yun with a mocking expression, his words full of loyalty to Young Master Yun and the pride of being Young Master Yun's lackey.
Zhao Lesheng glanced at him deeply, then chuckled lightly, "You're indeed a good dog by Brother Yunhai's side."
"You flatter me." Si Jinyan showed no anger, taking the remark as praise.
Zhao Lesheng tutted. He turned to look at the fight just in time to see the two clan elders being "forced back" by Ling Yun alone with his sword. Then, Ling Yun attacked him directly.
Zhao Lesheng was stunned. Two Grandmasters couldn't stop a peak Master? He must have been dreaming.
"Be careful." Si Jinyan, as if prepared, lunged forward first.
Ling Yun, without even looking at them, crashed through the bedroom door and rushed inside.
"Team Leader, those righteous people are here. Our men are stalling for time."
At this moment, a rapid voice came from Si Jinyan's earpiece from a team member.
Si Jinyan relayed the message to Ada.
Upon hearing this, Ada couldn't help but sneer. "These people intend to use official channels to send us away."
Listening to Ling Yun's heart-wrenching roar from the bedroom, Si Jinyan said nonchalantly,
"My people have already infiltrated the surveillance system, and all evidence has been deleted. However, I suspect since they've come this far, they probably don't care about evidence anymore."
Young Master Yun is a supreme martial artist. A mere Ling Yun is no match for him. Moreover, Young Master Yun is likely handling matters inside right now, so it's not good for them to barge in.
In the bedroom, Ling Yun was filled with regret for arriving too late.
He looked at the two figures on the bed, their shoulders bare and covered by the quilt, and his heart felt as if it were being cut. He stumbled back two steps, feeling weak and cold all over. (He only saw shoulders.)
He knew Si Ziyan had feelings for him, and he reciprocated. If things had progressed, they could have gone further.
Si Ziyan was speechless. Could she say she had just taken off her clothes and nothing else happened?
Who would believe her if she said it?
Even a dog wouldn't believe it. (You probably wouldn't believe it either.)
Besides, she was completely immobilized and could only...
"Arrived a moment too late. A shame."
Zhao Yunhai leaned against the headboard, his upper body bare, exhaling smoke rings. "Honestly, this woman has a good figure."
"Ling Yun, I must admit, you have good taste."
As he spoke, Zhao Yunhai deliberately licked his lips. The hand he placed around Si Ziyan, due to his cunning old ways, slid down.
Si Ziyan couldn't move at all and could only let Zhao Yunhai do as he pleased.
"I'll kill you."
Ling Yun's eyes turned red. In his heart, he had already considered Si Ziyan as his woman.
Zhao Yunhai directly spat out his cigarette, like a hidden weapon, hitting Ling Yun's sword. The sword's trajectory shifted, and it was caught between his two fingers.
With a snap, the flexible sword was broken between his two fingers.