Chapter 1131 - Save Me (2/2)

Xuan Ying ate the grape, letting out a cynical laugh. “Why should I help her?”

“She’s quite pretty, her chest is really big too.”

Xuan Ying narrowed his eyes, swallowing the grape. His gaze traveled down to her chest, looking at her cleavage as he exuded a devilish charm. “She’s not bad.”

“Silver Mask King, do you want to have her first? We’ll have her only after you’re done enjoying her.” The few CEOs tried to suck up to Xuan Ying.

Xuan Ying puffed on the cigar, not saying a word.

But President Zhang couldn’t hold it in. “Silver Mask King, if you don’t want her, I’m going to help myself first!”

President Zhang held Feng Lingxue down, stretching his arm out to lift her skirt. Feng Lingxue retracted her gaze and stretched her hand out, reaching for an ashtray.

Turning around so suddenly, she mustered all her strength and smashed the ashtray on President Zhang’s head.

“Argh!” President Zhang yelped, a steady stream of blood flowed down his head.

The air was filled with a bloody smell.

President Zhang fell on the ground, pointing at Feng Lingxue angrily. “Slut, how dare you hit me?!”

The other men signaled at each other, approaching Feng Lingxue, all harboring ill intentions. Someone grabbed Feng Lingxue’s shoulder and took the chance to molest her, feeling the silky touch of her skin.

“Miss Feng, you’re clearly in the wrong. How could you hit him?”

Feng Lingxue glared at the man. “Get lost!”

She lifted her arm, preparing to smash the blood-covered ashtray in their direction.

But the men had prepared themselves for it. They went in front, snatching the ashtray from her and kicked her.

Feng Lingxue’s knees fell to the ground with a loud pound. Her head was low and a black army boot appeared beside her. She knelt down beside Xuan Ying’s feet.

The blood-covered ashtray dropped on the ground, a drop of blood dripping on his boot.

“Hey, how could you all dirty Silver Mask King’s shoe?” a beauty exclaimed in shock.

“Silver Mask King, we’re sorry. We’ll clean it for you.”

A man bent down, wiping Xuan Ying’s shoe. “Silver Mask King, since you’re not interested in her, we’ll teach Feng Lingxue a good lesson.”

By now, Xuan Ying’s cigar was almost burned out. A beauty brought over a new ashtray and he tapped the ash inside.

The hierarchy in the room was apparent. He was the real decision maker in the luxurious room, deciding everyone’s fate.

“Hurry and take this Feng Lingxue away.”

The men signaled at each other with gazes, wanting to drag Feng Lingxue away. They really were in luck today, being able to take this stunner for free.

F*ck! More people were looming forward to take her away. Feng Lingxue knew that if she were to be taken away, there was no way she could escape being gang-raped.

Stretching her hand out, she pulled on Xuan Ying’s trousers. As she clutched at the fine fabric of his trousers tightly, she bent down, giving him a kowtow.

“Save me!”