Send You to Hell

Zhao Ke had something on his mind and hadn't noticed who was behind him. When someone suddenly slapped him on the shoulder, he didn't even turn around before throwing them over his shoulder.

"Ah!!"

With a scream, a figure in a white dress flew past Zhao Ke. It was as if time had frozen, every pair of eyes around them fixed on the woman soaring through the air.

Her pristine white skirt billowed up, her loose black hair scattering in the wind. Amid the disarray was a hint of uninhibited grace, making her look like a fairy.

"Bang... crash..."

At the loud impact, everyone instinctively shut their eyes. When they looked again, the woman was sprawled on the ground, grimacing in pain. Her hair was disheveled as she reached into the air a few times before curling into a ball. From beginning to end, she hadn't managed to say a word. She had clearly been thrown hard.

"You!"

Once Zhao Ke saw who the woman was, he froze in surprise and quickly stepped forward to help her up. Fortunately, he had acted only on instinct and hadn't used his full strength.

Otherwise, with his current strength, the person on the ground would either be crippled or dead. Even so, that throw had been rough enough.

As Zhao Ke helped the woman up, she clearly still hadn't recovered her senses. Yet her glossy black hair, creamy fair face, and delicate features made quite a few people present feel sorry for her.

Such a beautiful goddess had been treated so violently. Some people could no longer hold themselves back and began berating Zhao Ke.

"Are you sick or something? You even hit women! Yeah, I'm talking about you! Where are your hands? Let go of her, now!" The speaker was a middle-aged man nearing forty, wearing baggy shorts and a tank top as he walked over.

Though he was accusing Zhao Ke, his eyes were fixed on the woman's chest in Zhao Ke's arms. Thinking of the flash of pink lace he had seen earlier, his lecherous little eyes gleamed as heat surged through his lower belly.

When he saw that the woman in Zhao Ke's arms seemed to have fainted, Fan Jian's eyes lit up. His sleazy gaze seemed to spot an opportunity as he stepped forward and said:

"Young people these days, don't they have any morals at all? Honestly... Miss, did that hurt? Are you all right? Don't sit on the ground. Come on, get up."

Fan Jian reached out to pull her up. Zhao Ke frowned, pulled the woman closer into his arms, and turned to block Fan Jian's hand with his body. He gave the middle-aged man a cold look and said, "Get lost!"

Zhao Ke knew better than anyone how much force he had used. The woman in his arms was only dizzy and would recover after resting for a while. She didn't need anyone's help.

"You!"

Fan Jian's expression changed. Zhao Ke's sharp gaze made his scalp prickle, so he took a step back into the crowd and shouted, "He's molesting her and still acting so arrogant! Shameless! Everyone, come look! There's a pervert here!" Some people who didn't know what had happened truly believed someone was molesting a woman. More and more people gathered, the condemnations growing louder. All sorts of filthy insults were hurled, and some people were already itching to step forward and pull Zhao Ke away.

The area instantly became a chaotic mess. Men and women alike surrounded them, sneering and mocking Zhao Ke, accusing him of molesting the woman by holding her in his arms.

Some even pulled out their phones to record. The noisy accusations made Zhao Ke increasingly impatient.

Fan Jian especially stood to one side, not daring to come closer as he hid among the crowd, constantly cursing and egging everyone on.

"That's right, it's him! Molesting someone in public and still refusing to let her go! Someone like him should be beaten to death!"

Zhao Ke turned around and stared at the middle-aged man for a long while. That sinister gaze made the man's hair stand on end. For some reason, he felt a vague unease in his heart.

"Ow!"

The woman in Zhao Ke's arms gradually woke up. Rubbing her head, she looked around in surprise. Her professional instincts immediately made her protect Zhao Ke with her hand.

"What are you people doing?"

Her reaction caught everyone off guard. She continued, "Haven't you ever seen a couple argue before? What are you staring at? Get lost!"

"Uh..."

The few people who had wanted to help looked awkward when they heard that the two were boyfriend and girlfriend. They had meant well, only to end up making fools of themselves.

"Pah! Flaunting your affection in the street. You must have a death wish."

Seeing that there would be no show, Fan Jian cursed under his breath and quickly slipped away into the crowd.

"Come on!"

Once the crowd dispersed, the woman grabbed Zhao Ke's hand and led him away. They didn't stop until they had walked some distance from the restaurant. Rubbing her head, she said, "You were way too rough."

After checking the injury on her head and seeing that it was nothing serious, Zhao Ke's face darkened. He turned and prepared to leave.

"Hey, hey, hey! You threw me that hard, and I even helped you out. Aren't you going to apologize?"

"Don't slap me on the shoulder from behind again."

Zhao Ke paused but didn't look back as he spoke. He hated people appearing behind him, and he hated even more having someone slap his shoulder.

"Then don't leave yet. How's your condition? The last time I told you to sleep in a coffin, that method worked pretty well, didn't it?"

The woman quickly caught up with him. She didn't seem angry at all that Zhao Ke had attacked her. Instead, she was more concerned about his condition.

This woman was a psychiatrist named Wang Na, a somewhat well-known mental health expert in the area. It had been her idea for Zhao Ke to sleep in a coffin.

But all told, he had only visited her a few times. Once his condition stabilized, he stopped going.

He hadn't expected to run into her here today, much less cause such a huge misunderstanding.

"So many people were accusing you just now, yet you didn't have an episode. It looks like your condition really has recovered. How about this? Let's set a time for you to come to my place so I can give you a proper diagnosis."

"No."

Zhao Ke refused bluntly. It wasn't because of the expensive treatment fees, but because he couldn't stand being treated like a lab rat and observed from every angle.

"Fine, if you won't go, give me an address. I'll come see you when I have time."

Though Zhao Ke had coldly rejected her, Wang Na didn't seem willing to give up. She kept pestering him for an address.

Zhao Ke had no way to deal with her persistence, so he finally gave her the address of his restaurant before saying goodbye to Wang Na and leaving.

"Heavenly King covers Earthly Tiger, Jade Emperor..."

Fan Jian hummed a tune as he emerged from the market entrance. Before leaving, he swiped two cucumbers from a vegetable stall and happily munched on them.

Thinking about how everyone in the noodle shop had responded to his every call earlier, Fan Jian felt his blood boil with excitement. He was so full of himself that he planned to write about it and post it on his Weibo when he got home.

But then he thought of those pale, smooth long legs and that flash of pink lace. An itch rose in his heart as he cursed under his breath, "Pah, slut. A perfectly good cabbage, and she had to let a pig root around in it."

As Fan Jian walked, he suddenly spotted a cornfield beside the road. His eyes lit up. After looking around and seeing no one nearby, he crept in and casually snapped off two ears of corn. When he turned around, he saw someone standing behind him.

"You!"

Fan Jian's eyes widened as a sense of foreboding surged through him. Just as he opened his mouth to call for help, the newcomer suddenly grabbed him by the throat. Five fingers clamped around his windpipe like iron pincers, cutting off his breath.

"You sowed discord with that tongue. You belong in Tongue-Pulling Hell!"

As the words fell, the hand gripping Fan Jian's throat swiftly moved upward and pried open his mouth. At some point, a jet-black dagger had appeared in the other hand.

"Shhk!"

After a rustling sound in the cornfield, silence quickly returned. Not long afterward, a motorcycle sped away along the narrow road.

In the lush cornfield, nothing remained except a pool of blood and several snapped-off ears of corn.