Chapter 422 - Keep Talking and I’ll Scratch Your Face (1/2)

Translator: Atlas Studios  Editor: Atlas Studios

Xia Ruya was squatting in a corner of Black Sunday, surrounded by numerous men who appeared extremely menacing, clad in black suits. They appeared extremely daunting and she dared not act recklessly at all.

Xia Ruya suddenly felt an overwhelming chilliness, as if the heater had been switched off. The freezing air penetrated through her skin, causing her body to stiffen. She could no longer feel her legs.

She plastered her back against the cold and hard wall, feeling as if her blood was about to freeze.

She felt a strong, stinging pain in her face.

Xia Ruya rubbed her red and swollen face gently. She could not help but be reminded of the scarface man who pinned her onto the wall forcefully and gave her a few tight slaps.

She shrieked in terror and astonishment. The scar on the man’s face seemed like a wriggling centipede. She almost thought that she was going to die.

Jiang Ruoyin and the others screamed in horror. However, they did not say anything to help her at all, a stark contrast from their usual behavior. They would often defend her and stand up for her, as if they valued her greatly as a friend. Yet, they decided to save themselves during the critical juncture. They could not be bothered to rescue her at all.

She was willing to accept the humiliation in silence because she wanted to call the police to save her and them. Yet, they were so cold-blooded and heartless towards her, so much that they were not concerned about her life at all.

Humans were all selfish.

Fortunately, she had long understood that it was every man for himself.

Deep in thought, Xia Ruya felt as if her body had gone numb and she was plagued with a splitting headache. She began to lose bits of her consciousness.

She subconsciously rubbed her forehead, and the warmness of her hand reminded her that she had caught a cold and was now running a fever. However, her throat was so dry that she could not say a single word at all.

“Ruya, what’s wrong with you? Your face is so flushed. Are you running a fever?” Xia Ruxue asked worriedly.

Having heard her words, Xia Ruya smiled and thought to herself, How pretentious and hypocritical.

“Her fever seems to be very severe. God knows if she can take it.”

Upon hearing that remark, Xia Ruya’s determination to stay alive grew stronger and she suddenly tugged on the trousers of the man beside her. Her rosy cheeks made her appear sultry and enchanting. “Brother… I…”

As soon as she spoke, she was overwhelmed with an excruciating pain in her throat. She struggled to move her tongue and swallow some saliva, but to no avail.

That man did not take pity on Xia Ruya just because she was a girl. He kicked her away and hollered. “Keep your hands to yourself!”

He was simply adhering to the instructions given by the higher-ups. He was told to take good care of them. Hence, he dared not defy the orders at all.

Xia Ruya murmured, “I… I’m running a fever… ”

She thought to herself, These people have yet to harm any innocent lives. Perhaps, they might take pity on me and let me off on the account that I’m running a fever.