"Ah, Mr. Zhang, my sister has had too much to drink. I apologize to you on her behalf," Mo Shiyao said, feeling a slight relief as the call connected.
She had originally intended not to concern herself with Mo Ziyan, but the thought of Lu Pan's terrifying eyes made her change her mind. After all, Mo Ziyan was with her. If Lu Pan decided to pursue the matter, she would be held responsible.
"Get lost! If I don't handle her today, I'll write my name backward!" Zhang Guo was truly enraged. He had been in Qingcheng for so many years, and this was the first time someone had splashed wine all over his face. If this got out, what face would he have left?
As he spoke, Zhang Guo reached out to grab Mo Ziyan's chest. Mo Shiyao quickly blocked him, saying in a flustered voice, "Mr. Zhang, the Haixi Grand Hotel is property of the Qingcheng Chamber of Commerce. Have you forgotten the rules here?"
"I am the rule today!" Zhang Guo, furious and fueled by alcohol, only wanted to vent his anger on Mo Ziyan! "Get lost!"
With that, Zhang Guo pushed Mo Shiyao aside and, carrying Mo Ziyan, headed towards a suite inside. Mo Shiyao began to panic. She grabbed her phone and spoke urgently, "Lu Pan, hurry! Haixi Grand Hotel, V888 private room, my sister's been drugged..."
Before Mo Shiyao could finish, her phone screen went black and powered off.
Inside the suite.
Zhang Guo locked the door behind him. Mo Ziyan felt her body burning, as if thousands of ants were crawling beneath her skin, causing her unbearable discomfort. Zhang Guo looked at Mo Ziyan in his arms, his eyes bloodshot, his breathing growing rapid. Especially Mo Ziyan's faint, lingering fragrance, which was enough to make anyone addicted; a single inhale left one craving more.
Zhang Guo threw Mo Ziyan onto the bed, his eyes filled with madness. Mo Ziyan let out a startled cry, her face showing panic. "You, don't come near me... Brother Pan... Brother Pan will kill you... *sob sob sob*... Brother Pan... save me..."
Mo Ziyan clung to her last shred of consciousness, never imagining that seeking an apology would cost her her own body. "Bitch, there's no Brother Pan today, only your Brother Guo... hehe..." Zhang Guo swallowed, staring at Mo Ziyan's flushed cheeks and alluring appearance, his eyes full of wicked intent.
"Wuwu... Brother Pan... save me..."
*Bang bang bang*— Mo Shiyao banged on the door with all her might, her fear growing. Even through the phone, she had sensed Lu Pan's terrifying killing intent. No matter what, Mo Ziyan could not be harmed. "Mr. Zhang, all the mistakes are ours, the Mo family's. We don't want the money anymore, please let my sister go..."
At this moment, Zhang Guo's mind was filled with Mo Ziyan; he couldn't hear anything else. He grinned sinisterly, looking at Mo Ziyan lying on the bed, dazed from the effects of alcohol, and reached out to caress her alluring face. "Don't worry, Brother Guo will take good care of you... hehe..." Zhang Guo licked his lips and tried to untie his belt. But the belt seemed to be stuck. The more anxious he became, the less he could untie it. Finally managing to loosen it, he accidentally cut his finger on the buckle. "Bitch, you're my bane!" Zhang Guo took off his pants, looking eager, and cursed as he stared at Mo Ziyan, who had completely lost consciousness. Just as he was about to pounce on Mo Ziyan, he seemed to remember something, quickly pulled a blue sugar pill from his pocket, and swallowed it. "Hehe..." Zhang Guo chuckled, his face sinister. In his eyes, Mo Ziyan was bound to fall into his clutches today. "My little beauty, you're quite fortunate. This is a divine medicine I just had someone bring back from the Henghe Kingdom..."
As he spoke, Zhang Guo could no longer restrain himself and lunged at Mo Ziyan.
*Bang*—
The locked door exploded into splinters. Lu Pan, like a Yama emerging from hell, exuded a killing intent that made souls tremble. Mo Shiyao, standing beside him, shivered, her face pale. The killing intent emanating from Lu Pan at this moment was several times stronger than it had been at the Mo family or the engagement banquet!
Zhang Guo shivered and turned around, glaring at Lu Pan. "Who the hell is this dog..."
The next second, Zhang Guo's voice was cut short. Lu Pan's fingers, like iron clamps, gripped his neck tightly, lifting him bit by bit. Mo Shiyao, suppressing her fear of Lu Pan, quickly entered the suite and covered Mo Ziyan's upper body with a blanket.
"Uh uh..."
Zhang Guo broke out in a cold sweat. The intense suffocation finally made him show fear. He grabbed Lu Pan's hand, trying to breathe more easily. "Mis... uh uh... misunderstanding..."
Lu Pan's expression was indifferent, his eyes utterly cold. "Misunderstanding? Then you shall pay for your misunderstanding with your life!"
Saying that—
Lu Pan tightened his grip slightly. An intense sense of suffocation washed over Zhang Guo. He struggled violently, his desire to live surging.
"Stop!"
A sharp shout came from outside the door, and more than a dozen people rushed into the suite. The middle-aged man in the lead glared at Lu Pan and shouted sternly, "Stop immediately! Do you know where you are?!"
"Save... save me..." Zhang Guo's face turned a liverish purple, his eyes bloodshot, as if they were about to burst. Lu Pan remained unmoved! "Attack!" the middle-aged man ordered. "Take him down!"
The dozen people charged towards Lu Pan. Lu Pan let out a cold snort, and a sonic boom instantly spread out from him.
"Ah—"
"Ahhh—"
The charging dozen people felt as if their eardrums had been violently pierced by an awl. The piercing pain made them clutch their heads and cry out in agony. The middle-aged man was greatly alarmed, realizing Lu Pan was a martial artist. He shouted a warning, "If you dare to kill him..."
*Crack*—
A crisp sound echoed through the suite. Lu Pan ignored the middle-aged man's warning and directly crushed Zhang Guo's trachea.
"If I kill him, what will you do?"
Lu Pan released his grip and turned to face the middle-aged man, who stood frozen in place. Meeting Lu Pan's extremely cold gaze, the middle-aged man shivered. His face turned pale, and his voice trembled slightly. "You, you... you actually killed Zhang Guo! Do you know he has the backing of the Qiulong Gang..." As the vice-chairman of the Qingcheng Chamber of Commerce, Huang Guangyi knew something about the background of the Changlong Group.
"If you babble any further, I'll kill you too!" Lu Pan stepped forward, picked up Mo Ziyan, and looked coldly at the fearful Huang Guangyi. He had come at the most inconvenient time, just as he was about to deal with Zhang Guo! How timely indeed!
"Wu Dao, I want the entire Changlong Group to be buried with him. This is the price for insulting Ziyan!" Lu Pan walked towards the door and coldly commanded Ye Wu Dao, who was guarding the entrance.
"Your subordinate will carry out the order immediately!" Ye Wu Dao accepted the command, knowing that the Changlong Group was finished. From this day forward, it would be completely wiped from Qingcheng.
After Lu Pan left, Huang Guangyi, who had recovered his senses, quickly took out his phone and frantically found a number. "Master Gan, Zhang Guo has been killed..."