Chapter 134#
Who sent you?#
Qin Mu frowned fiercely, a soft groan of pain escaping his lips.
The next moment, it was as if he had suddenly lost all his strength. His body went limp, and he slumped onto the floor.
The people surrounding him began to laugh maliciously. The man crouched beside him, and seeing Qin Mu’s pained, furrowed expression, the smile on his face grew wider.
He patted Qin Mu’s cheek and said disdainfully, “Pretty boy, I didn’t actually mean to do anything to you,” he pinched Qin Mu’s cheek hard, lifting it with force, his eyes flashing with dissatisfaction: “Who told you to be so stubborn? If you had just cooperated properly—”
The words were not yet finished.
Suddenly, the sound of a lock clicking came from the iron door. The clatter of keys echoed through the hollow room. The man frowned impatiently, narrowed his eyes, and turned his head toward the door.
Under the man’s restraint, Qin Mu also lifted his head slightly to look up.
The iron door swung wide open. The person standing outside was backlit; a slender figure with hurried steps. Even before they drew near, a fresh, sweet fragrance rushed toward him, filling his senses.
Qin Mu curled his lips slightly, his gaze fixed on that figure—first pausing, then seeing them rush fiercely toward him.
The bodyguards behind reacted instantly, subduing the group of men. The man who had been restraining Qin Mu didn’t even have time to react before he was pinned firmly to the ground, with no strength left to resist.
Jian Yunchen knelt beside Qin Mu. Seeing the blood on Qin Mu’s abdomen, his breathing suddenly halted. He fell into a state of total panic, his eyes turning red in an instant. Jian Yunchen’s heart pounded, and every beat brought a more intense wave of pain than the last.
His fingertips trembled; he couldn’t even make a sound. He reached out to touch him, but stopped in a panic the next second, looking at Qin Mu’s eyes in utter helplessness.
The heart that had been hanging in mid-air finally settled the moment Qin Mu saw Jian Yunchen. He relaxed and lay flat, his brows and eyes carrying a faint smile. Watching the tears trailing from the corners of Jian Yunchen’s eyes, he reached out to wipe them away, his voice hoarse as he said softly: “Why are you always so prone to crying?”
His blood-stained hand smeared across Jian Yunchen’s cheek, leaving a mark behind. Qin Mu retracted his hand sheepishly.
Finally hearing Qin Mu’s voice, Jian Yunchen seemed to find his breath again. Tears rolled down, and the next second, he gritted his teeth and said coldly: “Someone, send Qin Mu to the hospital. Move fast.”
Several men followed the orders, lifting Qin Mu in an orderly fashion. Qin Mu frowned slightly from the jolting, and Jian Yunchen’s tears fell again. He said with a trembling voice: “It’s alright, go to the hospital, go to the hospital first. I’ll be there right away.”
Qin Mu swept a glance at the men pinned to the ground by the bodyguards, a smile appearing on his pale face. He reached out to wipe the smear of blood off Jian Yunchen’s cheek and whispered: “Don’t leave any marks.”
Jian Yunchen’s gaze paused, his fingertips tightening. He touched Qin Mu’s cheek with trembling fingers, using so little force as if afraid he might shatter: “Don’t worry, go to the hospital first. I’ll handle this and come right over.”
Qin Mu nodded with a smile.
After Qin Mu left the room, Jian Yunchen’s expression changed. The surrounding temperature seemed to drop several degrees. He lifted his cold, piercing eyes, devoid of any warmth, and slowly turned to look at the man who had been holding the knife, his blood-red eyes looking like a vengeful rakshasa.
He slowly raised his foot, walking unhurriedly toward the man, then slowly squatted down.
The man, being held down, was pressed against the floor. With great difficulty, he lifted his head and caught a glimpse of Jian Yunchen’s face.
Then, his heart tightened abruptly. A subconsciousness highly sensitive to danger screamed at him frantically.
Jian Yunchen expressionlessly picked up the dagger that had been tossed aside. It was still stained with fresh, red blood, which was both blindingly glaring and terrifying.
The man began to tremble uncontrollably, not even having the chance to utter a plea for mercy.
The sharp dagger suddenly pierced through his hand that was pressed against the floor.
“Ah—!” A scream pierced through the room.
The man’s eyes bulged, staring in disbelief at the dagger pinning his palm firmly to the floor.
Jian Yunchen’s expression remained devoid of any fluctuation; there was no emotion in his eyes. He listened to the man’s screams, watching his flushed face and bulging eyes, but the pain in his own heart did not diminish by even a fraction.
He yanked the dagger out, and the man let out an even more intense scream.
Jian Yunchen frowned slightly, and the blood-dripping dagger was driven into the man’s wrist once more.
The man’s eyes rolled back; the extreme pain made it feel as if his voice had been strangled, unable to catch his breath, his face turning a deep, bruised purple.
Jian Yunchen grabbed his collar, looked him straight in the eye, and asked coldly: “Who sent you?”
The man breathed in raspy wheezes, but very little oxygen was reaching his lungs.
Jian Yunchen frowned impatiently. He stood up and pressed the toe of his shoe hard onto the wound that was still oozing blood. Ignoring the man’s shrill screams, he repeated with cold eyes: “Who sent you?”
The man even began to have auditory hallucinations, unable to hear what Jian Yunchen was asking. The instinct for survival made him scramble to beg for mercy: “Please, spare—please—”
Not having heard the answer he wanted, Jian Yunchen’s eyes turned colder. He pressed down harder with his foot; the fingers under his shoe began to curl, scraping against the rough floor until his fingertips were worn down to the blood. Finally, the man heard Jian Yunchen’s voice through the buzzing in his ears: “Whatever I ask you, you only answer ‘yes’ or ’no’.”
The man nodded repeatedly, and the pressure on his foot eased slightly.
Before he could even catch his breath, the voice came from above.
“Did Yan Yi send you?”
The man looked up at him and shook his head repeatedly, saying with great effort: “No—no,”
Jian Yunchen had no desire to waste words with him. He lifted his foot and stepped onto the dagger, driving it inch by inch into the man’s wrist. The pain of tendons rupturing made the man’s vision go black; the extreme pain made his breathing incredibly difficult. Just before he fainted, Jian Yunchen slowly relaxed his force.
“Did—Yan Yi—send you?”
The man heard Jian Yunchen’s exceptionally calm voice come from overhead.
He no longer had the heart to hide or stall. He nodded weakly, tears and snot streaming down his face, hurriedly trying to show loyalty: “Yes, it was her. She told us brothers to come here and ’take good care’ of Qin Mu, to make him suffer a little, and said she wanted us to find out where the real Qin Mu is.”
He lifted his head with difficulty, tears streaking his face, and hurriedly pleaded, “I didn’t mean to—I just wanted to scare him. I was holding back, he wouldn’t die—he really wouldn’t die, ah—”
The dangerous words pricked Jian Yunchen’s sensitive heart. His brows pressed down gloomily, and the force of his foot became heavier.
The man’s shrill, miserable screams filled the small room. The others watched the scene before them, their faces pale, shivering and not daring to speak. In a short while, the man could no longer bear it and fainted.
Jian Yunchen looked at the fainted man, whose wrist under his foot was a bloody mess, fingers bent at an eerily strange angle, with a small pool of blood spreading on the floor.
The gloom in his heart eased slightly. Before leaving, he turned to the bodyguards beside him and ordered:
“Register every one of these people. I want to make sure they never get out for the rest of their lives.”