Chapter 298 - 296: I Am Your Ancestor

SLAP!

Xu Yue raised her hand and slapped him across the face. Everyone else in the room was stunned.

Chen Junhao clutched his burning cheek, anger blazing in his eyes.

"Fuck! You bitch!"

He had never been hit by a woman in his entire life. He immediately slapped her back.

Xu Yue instantly felt even dizzier. Her ears rang, and her body slumped limply onto the sofa.

"Since you’re pretty, I was planning to be a little gentle. But since you don’t know what’s good for you, don’t blame me." He waved his hand at the other men in the room. "All of you get out. You guys can play with that little secretary. Just don’t break her."

"Thank you, Brother Hao."

The men chuckled as they grabbed Zhou Miao, dragging and pulling her out of the private room.

"Let me go! Director Sun, call the police!"

Xu Yue struggled ceaselessly, looking pleadingly at Sun Baoguo, who was walking at the very back.

Sun Baoguo paused for a moment, but ultimately ignored her.

Meanwhile, a taxi pulled up to the entrance of the Emperor Club.

Yang Xun shoved the car door open and charged straight inside. Before the security guards in the lobby could even ask any questions, he had already sprinted across the hall and dashed up the stairs to the second floor.

Xu Yue had mentioned the exact location of the private room on the phone earlier. He rushed all the way up and, sure enough, saw the carved wooden door at the end of the corridor.

Two burly bodyguards in black suits stood at the door. Seeing Yang Xun approaching, they simultaneously reached out to block his path.

"Sir, this is a private room. You cannot enter without a reservation."

Yang Xun didn’t stop. His right hand shot out like lightning, grabbing the left bodyguard’s wrist and twisting it. His other hand pressed against the right bodyguard’s shoulder and shoved him back.

Before the two men could react, one was forced into a squat with his wrist locked, while the other stumbled and crashed into the wall.

The entire process took less than three seconds. Yang Xun then kicked the door of the private room open.

The lights inside the room were glaringly bright. The air was thick with the stench of alcohol and an indescribably sweet, cloying scent.

Chen Junhao was half-kneeling on the sofa. One of his hands pinned Xu Yue’s arms down, while the other tore at her clothes. Hearing the door crash open, he turned his head, his face still showing the displeasure of being interrupted.

"Who let you in—"

Before he could finish speaking, Yang Xun was already standing right in front of him. He raised a hand, grabbed Chen Junhao by the collar, yanked him bodily away, and smashed a fist into his face.

THUD!

The muffled impact was mixed with the faint crack of dislocating bones. Chen Junhao toppled backward, his back slamming heavily against the edge of the coffee table.

Liquor bottles and fruit platters rattled noisily. A few wine glasses rolled off the table, tumbling twice across the carpet before coming to a stop.

"Who... who the fuck are you?!" Chen Junhao clutched his nose and struggled to stand up, blood seeping through the gaps between his fingers.

"I’m your fucking grandpa! Having a useless grandson like you, I’ll send you to hell myself!"

Yang Xun cursed furiously. He delivered a brutal kick to Chen Junhao’s chest, sending him crashing into the armrest of the sofa. The man let out a muffled groan and curled up in pain.

"Stop... stop fighting, Hubby. I... I feel so sick."

Xu Yue’s cheeks were flushed with an unnatural red. Her lips were slightly parted, and her eyes were gradually losing focus.

Seeing this, Yang Xun quickly stepped forward and pulled her securely into his arms, comforting her softly, "Don’t be afraid. I’m here."

Just then, several of Chen Junhao’s subordinates burst into the room. Seeing Chen Junhao lying on the floor with his face covered in blood, they paled in shock.

"Mr. Chen!"

Chen Junhao wailed in agony, gritting his teeth as he roared, "Get him! If you beat him to death, it’s on me!"

The subordinates immediately drew telescopic batons from their waists and lunged at Yang Xun.

Yang Xun’s expression remained indifferent. Before his opponent’s fist could land, his palm chopped down on the side of the man’s wrist. Following that with a fluid motion, he pivoted and drove an elbow into the man’s ribs. The attacker grunted and collapsed.

The remaining bodyguards didn’t even last ten seconds before they were successively laid out on the floor.

Yang Xun picked up a tissue from the floor and methodically wiped his fingers. He then turned around, walked over to the sofa, and scooped Xu Yue up into his arms.

"Who... who exactly are you?" Chen Junhao was pale with fright, clutching his nose and continuously shuffling backward.

Yang Xun carried Xu Yue and walked toward the exit. As he passed by Chen Junhao, he viciously kicked him in the stomach.

"AH!"

Xu Yue’s body was burning hot. Leaning against his chest, she spoke in a tearful voice, "Don’t leave yet. Zhou Miao... Zhou Miao is still next door. Hurry and save her."

Yang Xun perked up his ears to listen to the surrounding noise and, sure enough, heard a woman’s muffled sobs. He strode toward a nearby room and kicked the door open.

Inside, Zhou Miao was pinned to the sofa by two men, practically stripped bare. She was struggling desperately, sporting a swollen, red handprint on her cheek.

Yang Xun set Xu Yue down, letting her lean against the wall for support. He then rushed over, grabbed the two men by their collars—one in each hand—and hurled them against the wall like pieces of trash.

Zhou Miao shot up from the sofa, frantically straightening her clothes.

Seeing Yang Xun appear like a descending god, her lips trembled. Her eyes instantly reddened, and her voice wavered with tears. "Mr. Yang..."

Yang Xun didn’t say a word, merely tilting his head toward the door. "Let’s go."

Zhou Miao hurriedly followed.

When the three of them exited the private room, the corridor was eerily quiet. The doors to the other rooms were tightly shut, and not a single person had poked their head out to watch the commotion.

After all, the Emperor Club had always boasted excellent soundproofing. Moreover, the guests who could afford to spend money in a place like this were all shrewd individuals who knew better than to poke their noses into other people’s business.

As Yang Xun carried Xu Yue across the lobby, the two receptionists at the front desk exchanged a glance before tacitly lowering their heads, pretending to sort through the bills on the counter.

Stepping out of the club’s main entrance, the night breeze blew in their faces, carrying the chill of early autumn.

Xu Yue shivered slightly in his arms and snuggled a bit closer to his chest. Her cheeks were still flushed, and her breathing was uneven. Her fingers gripped his collar, trembling gently.

Yang Xun hailed a taxi by the roadside and helped Zhou Miao into the car first.

Sitting in the backseat, Zhou Miao’s eyes were still a bit red, but her state of mind had stabilized significantly compared to earlier. She bowed to Yang Xun, her voice still a little nasal. "Thank you, Mr. Yang."

"It’s nothing. On behalf of President Xu, I’m giving you three days off. Go home and rest well."

Yang Xun gave her a nod and then closed the car door.

After the taxi drove off, he turned around with Xu Yue in his arms and walked toward her car. He had just placed her in the passenger seat. Before he could even close the door, Xu Yue leaned over, grabbed his collar with both hands, and pulled him closer.

Her strength was much greater than usual, carrying an out-of-control desperation.

"Yang Xun... I feel so sick..."

Her voice was husky and thick, as if she were holding an unmeltable lump of sugar in her mouth. "Please help me..."

"Be a good girl. I’m taking you home right now," Yang Xun coaxed softly. He reached out to buckle her seatbelt, then walked around to the driver’s side and got in.