Several men stood at the entrance, eyeing him with ill intent and looking him up and down, each gaze more offensive than the last.
Their stares gave Lin Xingye goosebumps. He let Cheng Yu drag him over, deeply unwilling.
The moment he entered the condemned, abandoned building, someone came up and reached for his face, trying to cop a feel. Lin Xingye cursed inwardly, but before he could resist-
"Ow!"
Cheng Yu punched the man into the wall. His gaze was vicious, his usually alluring eyes filled with menace. "Don't touch him."
The others who had been itching to try froze, puzzled. Weren't they all on the same side?
They had seen this kid when he was little. Now he had grown into a fair-skinned, handsome young man. Years of hiding had long since warped their minds, and they felt a strange sense of having watched him grow up.
All kinds of perverse thoughts sprang up in their heads.
There were newcomers among them, too, who were confused by the scene. But their leader said nothing, so they didn't dare act.
"Everyone, get inside."
The speaker was the mastermind from back then, a hulking brute and a desperate outlaw.
[That's him. The one who cracked my head open back then.]
What Lin Xingye felt toward them was pure, unadulterated malice.
A bunch of men who treated human lives like dirt and money like their own lives.
They took him and Cheng Yu to a room farther inside, where several men held him down and tied him to a chair.
Throughout the process, Cheng Yu stood nearby, occasionally showing a pained expression, as though struggling against something. The others found it strange, but paid little attention.
They didn't know who Cheng Yu was. All they knew was that their boss had