Chapter 288 - 288, cut off that arm

288, cut off that arm

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Looking at Mo Weiyi’s coy manner…

Song Quan couldn’t help but smile, wanting to pull her into his arms. His words also started becoming vulgar, “Miss, why don’t you come with big brother? I promise to make you…”

Until a hand suddenly grabbed his arm from behind.

Song Quan was annoyed. Turning his head to curse, he growled, “Damn it,

who’s the idiot who ruined my good…”

A fist smashed into his face.

It was fast, ruthless, and accurate.

Song Quan felt an unbearable pain in his nose, soon followed by a strong smell

of metal. A liquid slipped down his face.

He reached out and touched it.

Blood!

Song Quan cursed, “Damn it!”

He looked at the man in black in front of him, “Who the hell are you?”

Rong An paid no attention to him and instead turned to Mo Weiyi, “Princess, are you alright?”

With a look of disgust, Mo Weiyi shook her hand, “Why did it take you so long

to come over!”

Rong An quickly lowered his head, “It’s my fault.”

“This scoundrel, I don’t know where he appeared from, he’s infuriating! Mo Weiyi was disgusted, angry, and wronged. With teary eyes she said, ”Teach him a lesson. Let’s see if he dares to harass people at the school gate again!” Finished speaking, she turned to leave. Even a glimpse of Song Quan made her feel nauseous. She quickly opened the car door and sat inside.

Song Quan wanted to chase after her, but Rong An stepped forward and grabbed his collar. His fist was already descending again.

Song Quan struggled in pain.

He usually fought with his friends, but he didn’t expect to be completely unable to break free.

He just didn’t have the strength.

He didn’t know that Rong An was a professional bodyguard. He held Song Quan’s collar with one hand, immobilizing him, and began to hit him with his right fist.

Punch after punch, simple and brutal, landing repeatedly on his face.

At first, Song Quan cursed back. But when he realized the man didn’t listen and kept hitting him with no sign of stopping…

Song Quan was in unbearable pain, gradually his vision became a blurry red, and his face numbed. Eventually, he didn’t dare curse back and started whimpering for help.

But who dared to step forward from the crowd around them?

The school security glanced at the two men who didn’t resemble students, waved his hand to disperse the onlookers, choosing to avoid the issue if possible.

But a passerby yelled out, “Quick, call no (emergency number)!”

At the sound of this, Song Quan, though in pain, yelled, “Don’t call the police!

Don’t…”

Passerby:

Until finally, Song Quan, with slanted eyes and a crooked mouth, his face covered in blood. His groaning echoed with every hit he took. Rong An finally stopped.

Upon releasing him, Song Quan collapsed to the ground.

He thought it was finally over. He didn’t expect the man to suddenly speak.

“Your hand touched the princess.”

The voice was low and cold, devoid of any emotion.

Before Song Quan could react, his right arm was suddenly lifted.

He vaguely felt a bad premonition, but, before he had any time to think, there was a “crack” sound.

“Ahh!”

Song Quan let out a terrifying scream, finally unable to hold on, and fell unconscious.

**

In the car, Mo Weiyi was still vigorously wiping her right hand with a wet tissue.

Her hand, which the man had touched for such a long time, felt filthy!

Opening the car door, Rong An got in.

Mo Weiyi looked up, “Why did it take so long?’

Rong An didn’t speak, just started up the engine.

Mo Weiyi turned her head and looked outside. n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

A large group of people had gathered there.

She quickly turned her head back, “Rong An, you didn’t kill him, did you?”

Driving the car away, Rong An replied, “No.

“That’s good.”

Rong An had been following her for many years, even longer than Xiao Yebai. When he arrived at the Mo Family, the old master assigned him as her bodyguard.

In the old master’s words, among all the bodyguards, Rong An was the best at boxing and of course, the most handsome.

After all, Mo Weiyi had been obsessed with good looks since she was a child. “I’ve crippled his arm,” Rong An continued in a matter-of-fact tone. Mo Weiyi nodded, “Don’t tell Xiaobai about this. I’m fine, he just touched my hand.”

“As you wish, princess.”

Mo Weiyi believed the man was a mentally disturbed exhibitionist.

There were stories she had heard. Some exhibitionists liked to hang around school gates, wearing thick coats with nothing underneath, waiting for girls to pass by just to open their coats and leer.

The more frightened the girls were, the more enjoyable these perverts found it. After giving such people a hard lesson, they were sure to behave in the future. Hence she didn’t think much of it. It was just that when she got home, she washed her hand over and over.

So when Xiao Yebai returned home at 8 pm, he found his wife…smelling strongly of hand soap.

**

That night, in some hospital in Nancheng.

In excruciating pain, Song Quan jolted awake.

“Your arm has been reattached.” The doctor’s voice reached his ears, “Your face, however, is badly injured. Especially your nasal bone, it’s broken. It will take a while for it to heal.”

“Alright, thank you, doctor.”

With his whole face covered in gauze and his arm in extreme pain, Song Quan, with a cracked eye corner straining to see, recognized a young girl standing in his ward.

She looked in her early twenties.

After the doctor left, he grimaced as he asked, “Who are you?”

Smiling, Li Feifei asked, “Are you awake?”