Wen Yanyu ran upstairs, following the smell of blood.
Screams filled the mall. It had clearly descended into chaos.
"You fucking bitch! I spent so much money on you! What gives you the right to dump me! You whores! Whores! Go to hell, all of you!"
At the corner on the second floor, a burly middle-aged man straddled a woman, cursing nonstop as he swung the long knife in his hand wildly.
His face twisted with rage, vicious and crazed, as he drove the knife hard into the girl's abdomen.
The mall's customers and sales assistants had long since hidden in fright. Two security guards lay wounded on the ground, and scattered bloodstains were everywhere.
The girl pinned beneath him struggled incessantly, her bloodshot eyes wide and the veins in her neck bulging. Her entire face contorted in pain as bright red blood flowed from her wounds.
Another girl, with short hair, tried with all her strength to push the man away, only to be stabbed several more times.
"Run... Yaoyao, run. Don't worry about me. Go..." Jiang Wantang lay on the ground, crying as she pushed at the short-haired girl, who was still trying to pull her away.
"You bastard! We don't even know you! You animal! Let her go!" Song Nianyao clutched the wound in her abdomen, which would not stop bleeding, and tried with all her strength to push him away.
But it did little good. The pain from her wound left her unable to muster any strength, and the man still held Jiang Wantang firmly down.
"Get off her! You animal!" Song Nianyao screamed in desperation. Tears burst forth like a broken dam, soaking half her face and blurring her vision.
Just then, with a rush of wind-
The man's expression contorted as pain struck his groin. He could not help howling, and his grip on the knife slackened.
He turned and met a pair of gray eyes filled with icy fury.
He only had time to make out long hair before raising his knife and slashing at the newcomer.
Lu Mingxu, who had hurried over, felt his pupils contract sharply. He had not even caught his breath before he saw this scene, and the breath already struggling in his chest lodged in his throat, unable to go up or down.
Wen Yanyu's expression was icy. He dodged sideways, and the long knife swept past his shoulder.
He leaped in front of the man, raised a hand to block the small dagger swinging toward him, then twisted his wrist.
Gray mist wrapped around the blood-covered wrist, and the man could not help howling in pain.
Wen Yanyu raised his leg.
Another burst of agony struck the man's groin. The instant he crumpled-
Wen Yanyu kicked away the long knife in his hand, pressed one knee into his lower back, and pinned him firmly to the ground.
Song Nianyao had already dragged Jiang Wantang into a corner the moment the man was distracted. Now both girls were covered in blood, watching the scene before them as their lives ebbed away.
Pinned to the ground, the man kept shouting, "You fucking bitch! You mongrel! Let me go! You bitch! I'll fuck you to death! You whore! You slut!"
"I'll kill all you sluts! You bitches!"
There was a dull crack. The man howled. He had heard his own bones breaking.
His finger bones were snapped together. Cold sweat covered his head from the pain, yet he kept cursing.
"You bitch! Let me go! You slut!"
His expression twisted, his face full of madness and fury, and filthy curses still poured from his mouth.
Smack-
His body was flipped over, and a crisp slap rang out.
"Scum..."
Wen Yanyu held the man on the ground firmly in place, raining down slap after slap and punch after punch.
The middle-aged man's cheeks instantly swelled red, and several teeth sprayed from his mouth with bloody saliva.
When he saw the anger in Wen Yanyu's eyes, rather than growing afraid, the man gave a mocking smile and continued cursing. "You bitch, what the fuck can you do to me!"
The instant those words fell-
Not far away, Jiang Wantang lost all consciousness and went limp in Song Nianyao's arms.
At a table near the railing on the other side, a pair of inhuman black eyes quietly watched everything happening here. A shadow slowly spoke.
"I saw the rabbit that ran away."
The man with the eerily beautiful face lifted his teacup and took a small sip, smiling. "He's still just as adorable as before."
A strange curve formed at the corners of his mouth. Tilting his head slightly, he blew a breath toward the man who lay beneath the boy, cursing nonstop. Black mist wound around the man's calves.
The man and the shadow watched like that for a while.
That little rabbit who could endure the most pain, who lasted the longest as a plaything.
The only little rabbit who had ever escaped his grasp.
The shadow looked away and continued, "He has that one's mark on his forehead. If we take him away now, that one will come after us, won't he?"
Its calm tone carried a rare trace of emotion.
Fear.
That mad favorite, a rabid dog who had chased them through hundreds of worlds just to tear a piece of flesh from them to vent his rage.
Just thinking of that one's eyes-
Still left it shaken.
If they had not thrown this rabbit out ahead of time-
At those words, the man's hand stilled. Tearing wounds on his neck flickered in and out of sight as he silently looked at the boy downstairs.
After a long time, he coolly withdrew his gaze.
"Once that mark disappears, I'll take my rabbit away."
"He can only belong to me."
"Let me go! You bitch! Or I'll kill you! You bitch!"
"I'll fucking kill you! You slut! Let me go! I'll hack you to death! When I get out, I'll hack you to death! I'll hack your whole family to death! You whore!"
The middle-aged man thrashed wildly, his face hideous, trying to inflict even a little harm on the person restraining him.
But all he could feel was the pressure on his chest growing heavier and heavier, until he could barely breathe.
The smell of blood permeating the air frenziedly assailed his nerves. Wen Yanyu slowly raised his eyes and looked ahead.
The girl lying on the ground had almost no vital signs left.
The anger in his eyes faded little by little, replaced by bone-chilling killing intent.
"Is that so?"
He lowered his eyes and murmured softly.
The dagger rose.
"Bit... ah!"
The coldly gleaming dagger sliced past the corner of the man's eye and plunged deep into the floor behind the side of his head.
"You want to kill me?"
Wen Yanyu sighed softly and gave a laugh.
"You're not worthy."
The instant the dagger grazed past his face, the middle-aged man froze in utter terror. A foul smell of urine spread from beneath him.
He stared into those eyes, which had turned an icy silver-gray, calm and still like cold, brilliant gemstones, even carrying a trace of strange gentleness.
In contrast, the icy killing intent was almost tangible, enveloping him until he suffocated.
No killing intent or anger showed, yet it was as though he had been marked by death. Every cell in his body screamed danger. Immense terror rose from the depths of his heart, and his instinct to live awakened.
His survival instinct made him scream, but in that same instant, he lost all consciousness.
Wen Yanyu stood and walked toward the two girls lying on the ground nearby.
Under Song Nianyao's complicated gaze, filled with gratitude mingled with devastation as she clung to life-
Wen Yanyu sat down, letting his hair fall loose, and gently rested his palm on Jiang Wantang, who had already lost all consciousness.
Wen Yanyu held out his hand to Song Nianyao.
Song Nianyao froze, not understanding what he was doing.
But the survival instinct engraved in her soul made her take his hand without thinking.
And the gradually fading pain, along with her consciousness, which should have been slipping away but was instead growing clearer, told her exactly what was happening.
Wen Yanyu half-closed his eyes, gently stroking that soul already hovering at the edge of death.
The little black hair he had left completely lost its color in that instant. Hidden beneath black dye, it went unnoticed.
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