Little Bastard Actually Ganged Up on Someone?

Ma Hongjun's fingers were covered in blood, and the three scratches ran from his cheekbones all the way to the corners of his mouth, deep and long.

Dai Mubai's expression instantly turned cold.

He looked at the wounds on Ma Hongjun's face, then at the drops of blood on the floor, his pupils suddenly shrinking.

"You bitch, I was kindly showing concern for you, and you hurt my brother?"

"You're fucking asking for death!"

What followed was no more unnecessary talk.

Dai Mubai's right leg shot out with a howl of wind.

A full-force kick from a Level 37 Soul Elder!

Zhu Zhuqing's eyes tightened sharply. She had no time to activate her Martial Soul and could only instinctively cross her arms over her chest.

Bang!

A dull impact rang out.

The enormous force sent Zhu Zhuqing flying backward. Her back slammed heavily into the wall, leaving a crack across it.

"Cough..."

Zhu Zhuqing slid to the floor, blood spilling from the corner of her mouth.

Her old injuries had not healed to begin with.

That kick sent the blood and energy she had only just stabilized surging again, making even breathing difficult.

Yet she clenched her teeth and refused to let out even a single groan.

She only stared at Dai Mubai, her gaze icy cold.

"Boss Dai! She ruined my face! This bitch ruined my face!"

Ma Hongjun covered his face, blood and tears mixed all over it.

"You have to stand up for me!"

Just then, a burst of footsteps came from the entrance of the restaurant.

"What's going on? Why is it so noisy?"

A clear male voice drifted in.

Four people entered the restaurant.

Leading them was an ordinary-looking but composed young man. At his side was a striking girl with a scorpion braid.

Behind them were a young man holding sausages and a noble-looking young girl.

They were Tang San, Xiao Wu, Oscar, and Ning Rongrong.

They had come to this restaurant for breakfast, only to find a complete mess the moment they walked in.

"Ma Hongjun? What happened to your face?"

Tang San spotted the bloody scratches on Ma Hongjun's face at once, and his brows immediately furrowed.

"Third Brother!"

As if he had seen a savior, Ma Hongjun ran over in grievance.

"It was that crazy woman! I only said a couple of things to her, and she clawed my face! Look at this—I've been disfigured!"

When Xiao Wu saw the three horrifying bloody scratches on Ma Hongjun's face, she immediately flared up.

"How vicious! She scratched someone's face just because he said a few things? What a malicious woman!"

Xiao Wu pointed at Zhu Zhuqing on the floor, filled with righteous indignation.

Zhu Zhuqing braced herself against the wall and stood up. Wiping the blood from her mouth, she said in a hoarse yet still cold voice:

"He grabbed my wrist first. I was only defending myself."

"Defending yourself?" Xiao Wu sneered.

"Did self-defense require leaving three gashes on his face? You were deliberately trying to disfigure him, weren't you?"

Tang San stepped forward, looking calmly at Zhu Zhuqing.

"Miss, even if Ma Hongjun was in the wrong, you went too far. We're all Soul Masters. Why did it have to come to this?"

His tone was as "gentle and reasonable" as ever.

But Zhu Zhuqing could tell that none of them had ever intended to hear her explanation.

"He grabbed me. Was I supposed to just let him?"

Zhu Zhuqing looked coldly at Tang San.

"I didn't say you couldn't resist." Tang San shook his head.

"But you could have pushed him away or dodged. Scratching his face like that was indeed excessive."

Oscar took a bite of his sausage and mumbled in agreement.

"It really was too much. Three cuts on his face—they might leave scars."

Ning Rongrong said nothing. She merely stood at the back and assessed the situation, her gaze lingering briefly on Zhu Zhuqing.

Zhu Zhuqing stopped explaining.

She looked at Xiao Wu, then at Tang San.

A bunch of idiots.

Without knowing anything about what had happened, they had immediately started accusing her.

Not one of them had asked why she had been harassed and pestered.

Not one of them had noticed the blood at the corner of her mouth.

Fine.

Very well.

"Boss Dai!" Ma Hongjun wiped the blood from his face and pointed at Zhu Zhuqing.

"You can't just let this go! She has to give me an explanation! She has to apologize to me!"

Dai Mubai slowly stepped forward.

The gentleness and smile he had worn while hitting on her were gone.

In their place was cold indifference from on high.

Buzz!

Three Soul Rings slowly lit up beneath his feet.

Two yellow and one purple!

The pressure of a Level 37 Soul Elder instantly bore down on Zhu Zhuqing.

"Get on your knees."

Dai Mubai looked down at her, his tone icy.

"Apologize to my brother right now, and press your face to the ground."

"Then I might consider letting this matter go."

At that moment, Zhu Zhuqing's body trembled slightly.

Not from fear.

From rage.

Make her kneel? Make her kneel and apologize to this group?

She, Zhu Zhuqing, would rather die than kneel!

But her body had already reached its limit.

Old injuries compounded by new ones.

Before her stood a Level 37 Soul Elder, while four more people stood behind him.

Zhu Zhuqing gritted her teeth and said nothing, though her eyes reddened involuntarily.

She was not afraid.

At that moment, she suddenly thought of someone.

Lin Ye—the one who had stood in front of her yesterday and spoken for her.

She had never expected that, besides him, there would be no one in this world willing to help her.

Just as Dai Mubai's pressure grew heavier and heavier, and Zhu Zhuqing's knees were about to give out,

Smack.

The restaurant door was suddenly pushed open from outside.

A tall, burly figure stood in the doorway, silhouetted against the morning light.

It was Lin Ye!

"Hey, aren't you ashamed? A bunch of grown men bullying one girl?"

Everyone in the restaurant turned to look toward the door.

The morning light shone from behind Lin Ye, outlining his figure with exceptional clarity.

The youth was tall and powerfully built, with broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and sharply defined features.

His expression was calm.

But when his pitch-black eyes swept across the room and paused on the blood at the corner of Zhu Zhuqing's mouth, if only for an instant,

The laziness in his eyes vanished in an instant.

When Zhu Zhuqing saw Lin Ye, her lips, bitten pale, trembled slightly.

She had not expected Lin Ye to really still be here, to really not have abandoned her!

Then Zhu Zhuqing forcibly blinked back the tears gathering in her eyes.

"Who the fuck are you, kid?"

Ma Hongjun covered his face and glared viciously at the newcomer.

"I advise you not to meddle in other people's business. Get the fuck out of here!"

Lin Ye did not even glance at him and walked straight to Zhu Zhuqing's side.

He lowered his head and swept his gaze over the blood at her mouth, then her faintly trembling legs and the old wounds on her body that were bleeding again.

"Lin Ye..."

Zhu Zhuqing looked at him, her lips moving as her voice came out terribly hoarse.

"Big kitty, what happened?"

Lin Ye asked those words very softly.

Zhu Zhuqing's hesitant voice came through.

"Lin Ye... there are too many of them. Let's go first."

"Go? Where do you think you're going? If you don't give me, Ma Hongjun, an explanation today, I'll fucking kill you both!"

Ma Hongjun said furiously, covering his face.