76 A Killer Strikes (1/2)
The silver-haired youth and Fang Shulan both felt that something was amiss. But they did not believe that Xiao Luo had the skills to win, let alone kill them.
”You son of a bitch, don't make empty threats. The rubbish bodyguards at Jiawei's villa can't even be compared to the eight men here,” Fang Shulan boasted loudly and with considerable bravado, pumping herself up. ”They could kill you easily if they wanted to. For them, it's simple as crushing a bug.”
”Is that so?”
Xiao Luo smiled insidiously. The very next second, he vanished from where he had been standing and reappeared right in front of Fang Shulan like a flash of black lightning. Stretching out his hand, his grip tightened around Fang Shulan's fair neck like a pair of metal pliers.
The intense feeling of being suffocated rushed to her brain. Fang Shulan was lifted up, and her feet barely even touched the ground. Severe pain swept across her whole body. Seeing the indifferent expression on Xiao Luo's face up close, she experienced genuine terror.
The silver-haired youth was bewildered, and so were the eight black-suited bodyguards who were with him. Xiao Luo had moved so quickly, snatching Fang Shulan in the blink of an eye. The bodyguards had not even had time to react.
”Let go of my little sister!” yelled the silver-haired youth anxiously.
Xiao Luo did not react. He only lifted his head and stared coldly at Fang Shulan. ”If I just exert a little more pressure, I can snap your throat and end your miserable existence. Your life is not even under your control, and you say you want to end mine?”
Fang Shulan was seized in Xiao Luo's grasp like a lamb whose neck was caught between the fangs of a starving wolf. She struggled in vain, and her face turned a dark beet red. She was unable to speak, but her eyes communicated the fear welling up inside her.
Her silver-haired older brother was flustered. He shouted at the eight black-suited bodyguards, ”Why are you just standing around? Kill that son of a b*tch. Kill him now!”
The eight bodyguards regained their composure. As one, they lunged quickly at Xiao Luo.
At this moment, just when it seemed like a huge brawl would break out, a red BMW 3 Series came barreling over, forcing its way between the two parties. The car screeched to a halt, leaving dark skid marks on the road as it came to a full stop.
The car door swung open, and Chu Yue stepped out dressed in an embroidered white shirt and cool emerald tulle skirt.
Her dark black hair was pulled back in a playful-looking braid, while a few stray strands of hair swayed gently in front of her white jade-like forehead. She looked beautiful and refined.
”Stop! Everybody stop!” Chu Yue shouted.
”Yo! Mistress Chu has graced us with her appearance,” sneered Xiao Luo with an ironic smile.
Chu Yue stormed toward him, yelling, ”Xiao Luo, let go of Shulan now!”
”Why should I? Just because you look attractive, Mistress Chu?” Xiao Luo asked callously.
Fang Shulan was Chu Yue's friend, so some of his displeasure at the day's events was naturally directed toward her. This explained his offensive attitude toward her.
”You really want her blood on your hands? Xiao Luo, let her go. I'm begging you,” Chu Yue said solemnly. At this moment, she was a far cry from her usual image of a carefree young heiress.
Another car approached quickly and stopped nearby. Two strong men climbed out. It was Xiang Gaoyang and Xiang Gaojian.
”It sure is getting lively here today!”
Xiao Luo's eyes narrowed. ”Since Mistress Chu has humbled herself to beg me, I'll let you save some face.”
While saying this, he tossed Fang Shulan onto the ground like a piece of litter.
Freed from his grip, Fang Shulan coughed violently. She gasped greedily for air as bruises began to surface on her neck.
Chu Yue ran over to help her up with eyes full of resentment. ”If Yingying hadn't told me what was going on, I would have still been in the dark. Why did you ignore my warnings and try to go after Xiao Luo?”