This place, I don't know how long it has been abandoned. The dust billowed up and covered her face. When she fell, her elbow hit the ground just right, and the weight of her whole body pressed down. A searing pain instantly spread throughout her body...

Seeing Shen Wanci fall, Bo Jingzhou's emotions immediately lost control, glaring angrily at the person who came: "You goddamn don't touch her."

A vein protruded on the man's neck, his whole body brimming with rage. But he was bound and unable to do anything. In his original plan, there was no mention of WanWan. Not only did she appear at the banquet, but she was also kidnapped.

To his even greater surprise, the target of this group's attack was actually Wanwan, an outsider.

His fingers, working with a careful touch, found the raised scar just above her wrist. It was fresh, barely healed.

Hearing the man's angry voice laced with heart-wrenching pain, Shen Wanci choked back her own cry. Her messy hair covered her face, and through the gaps in her strands, her gaze fell on one of the two people.

He was holding his phone up to her, looking like he was recording a video.

Bo Jingzhou gritted his teeth, his mouth filled with the coppery taste of blood, his voice hoarse to the extreme: "I want to see Uncle Ji."

The two people who came in, one responsible for filming and the other for talking, turned to him after hearing his words and said, "We've already learned how hard Mr. Bo's bones are, so we're going to try a different method..."

While talking, the man grasped Shen Wanci's wrist. "Miss Shen, these hands of yours are meant for repairing artifacts. I heard they even won awards. They must be very precious, don't you think?"

Shen Wanci lowered her eyes and remained silent. Wasn't it just a pair of hands? She could just switch careers and become a female business tycoon later on.

"Bang."

It is Bo Jialin.

He used all his strength, and with a lunge, he brought himself and the chair crashing towards the man. The man's attention was solely on Shen Wanci's hand, completely ignoring Bo Jingzhou who was tied up like a bundle of sticks and as good as useless.

That rope was tied very tightly. It wasn't just someone with little strength who couldn't break free; even a strong ox would be unable to escape. As a result, in one careless moment, he was pinned down by the oncoming Bao Jingzhou.

Bo Jingzhou acted like a madman, his eyes blazing with fury, and smashed his head hard against that person's ear.

"Ah…"

A heart-wrenching scream tore through the air. The man clutched his ears, instinctively turning his head away to shield his injured ear from further harm. His features contorted in pain, wrinkling with agony, and bright red blood oozed from between his fingers, sliding down his arm. “You fucking...”

He was about to push Bo Jingzhou away from him when his nose was hit hard again, blood gushing wildly. He reached out and wiped it, smearing it all over his face.

This reckless fighting style is purely to draw hatred and inflict 800 casualties on the enemy while suffering 1,000 losses themselves.

Bo Jingzhou was still dragged open, he was tied to a chair, no matter how fierce he could be, he was like a little chick, when being carried away, he had no power to resist.

His forehead was wounded, blood streaming down along his eyebrows, seeping into his eyes through his eyelashes. His already crimson eyes were now stained with blood, coupled with his fierce gaze, making him look like a devil crawling out of hell.

Shen Wanci looked at the blood on his face and whispered, "Jingzhou."

Bo Jingzhou didn't look at her, but instead defiantly raised his chin at the man who was bleeding profusely from the impact, and arrogantly sneered: "You motherfucker, come at me if you have the guts."

Men are inherently crude and violent, how could he stand such a provocation? He kicked Thin Jingzhou in the abdomen with his foot.

Bo Jingzhou was kicked hard, he couldn't even block it.

"Even if I killed you today, nobody would know it was me. The thin family always gets away with everything, right? The head of the Thin family, a legendary figure who can shake the Kyoto business district just by stamping his foot..."

He asked three "right?" in a row, kicking hard after each one: "I'm not only going to kill you today, but I'll also f*ck your woman in front of you. You're a prisoner now, tied up in a chair, can't even move. What do you have left to be arrogant about?"

"You rich bastards, all of you, you're scum. It would be a public service to kill you."

Bo Jingzhou's face turned pale, gritting his teeth and enduring it silently.

Shen Wanci wanted to speak, wanting to learn from Bo Jingzhou's manner and rush up to push the person away. But just as she was about to act, the man's gaze looked over, looking at her with such depth and intensity.

He didn't speak, but Shen Wanci understood. He told her not to cry or make a sound, any reaction they made would only excite this person more. The best way to respond was to give him no response at all; eventually, he'd get bored.

She pressed her lips together, forcing herself to loosen her tightly clenched fingers.

Seeing that she understood his meaning, Bo Jingzhou's lips curved up ever so slightly: "Good girl."

That man was tired, but Bo Jingzhou still remained silent like his mother, not uttering a word. He held a breath of anger in his chest and refused to let it go, wanting to kick again. He was pulled back by someone filming nearby: “Stop it, if you hit him again, you’ll kill him.”

"I think he's pretty tough, damn it. He's like a rock in the toilet."

"Young Master Ji's methods were so ruthless, yet in the end, he still fell to his own hand. With just a few kicks from you, it wouldn't even tickle him," he glanced at Shen Wanci and let out a 'hmph': "Learn well."

He reached out and lifted Shen Wanci, helping her sit down. "Miss Shen, don't be nervous. I won't do anything to you, I just want to show you something, you'll like it."

"...."

Shen Wanci didn't believe he was so kind, but she pursed her lips and said nothing. As the knife wielder and I the fish, there was no point in speaking up.

That person took out a tablet and opened up a video.

She saw the back of a big, burly man. He was holding a blood-stained rattan stick that dripped blood drop by drop: "Damn it, I can't stand this shit, my hands are all soft from him."

Just with that one sentence, Bo Jingzhou, who had just been beaten up and didn't say a word, suddenly shouted out, "Don't look, Wanwan, close your eyes, don't look."

He already knew what video the person was showing her, he strained to move his body, wanting to get to Wanwan's side, wanting to cover her eyes and ears, wanting to prevent her from watching the video, but now that he was like this, with no one to help him, he couldn't even stand up, let alone move to Shen Wanci's side.

So he tried his best, but it was all in vain. He couldn't budge an inch.

When Shen Wanci heard Bo Jingzhou's words, she subconsciously wanted to close her eyes, but she was a step too slow. It was precisely because of this slow step that her gaze was completely fixed on the painting.

Her head felt as if it had exploded, a void of emptiness. Her throat was filled with the sensation of a searing lead weight, a searing pain that made her throat ache. Not a single word could she utter. After a long while, two words finally escaped her lips: "Jing Zhou."

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