Bab 133: Bagaimana jika ditambah dengan aku?

Suite 808, Hotel Modern.

Zhao Guang, a bald man with elaborate tattoos covering his arms, stared with intense, lustful fascination at Qin Yuru, who was bound by ropes before him. He clicked his tongue and remarked with a sneer, "Tsk tsk, as expected of Zhao Lanzhi’s daughter. Not only is she fresh and beautiful, but this aura of pure innocence is truly peerless—simply heart-wrenching to behold! It makes me even more eager for the sister who is coming to save you."

Not long ago, he had called Qin Bingxue, demanding she bring money to ransom her sister. This was their plan to capture both sisters and successfully complete the mission assigned by the Second Master.

Upon hearing Zhao Guang, his henchman Liu Yang chuckled and added, "Brother Zhao, I heard her sister, Qin Bingxue, is hailed as the number one beauty in Tianhai—cold, sexy, both pure and alluring... I was a bit skeptical at first, but after seeing this one, I’m starting to believe it. If the younger sister is this beautiful, the older one must be even more breathtaking."

Zhao Guang sighed and said, "Sigh... it’s a pity. The higher-ups have given strict orders that we aren't to touch a hair on their heads... otherwise, I’d take this chance to taste what these legendary sisters are like."

Seeing Zhao Guang’s disappointed expression, Liu Yang laughed, patted him on the shoulder, and comforted him. "Brother Zhao, don't sigh. They are Zhao Lanzhi’s daughters. Even without the order, we wouldn't dare touch them! You know the methods that woman uses; she isn't someone we can afford to provoke."

"True, we can't do that... but a little 'hand-on' fun shouldn't hurt, right?" A subordinate nearby rubbed his hands together, his eyes gleaming as he stared at Qin Yuru, unwilling to give up his depraved desires.

"Hm... that’s not a bad idea. After all, touching them won't get them pregnant."

"Exactly. Besides, it won't be long before the family moves against Zhao Lanzhi; she’ll be in no position to protect herself soon enough..."

At these words, the eyes of Zhao Guang and his men lit up, their gazes turning scorching as they looked at Qin Yuru. Even if they couldn't do the ultimate deed, having some fun with their hands was a different kind of pleasure.

Listening to their words and watching their lecherous hands reach out, Qin Yuru’s pure, lovely face was filled with terror and panic. She shook her head desperately, trying to scream, but the tape across her mouth rendered her completely silent.

Her pitiful appearance only made the men’s gazes grow more intense. They were just about to reach out to fondle her when a sharp, urgent knocking echoed through the room.

"Knock, knock, knock..."

The sudden sound made the men pause, their brows furrowing in annoyance.

"Brother Zhao, could that be her sister, Qin Bingxue, bringing the money?" Liu Yang asked with a smirk.

"Heh... it should be!"

"Brother Zhao, what if she called the police?"

"Do you think she’d dare take that risk?" Zhao Guang gave a cold, cynical laugh. He walked back to the sofa, sat down, and waved for his subordinate to open the door.

As the door swung open, a cold, sexy, and noble figure stepped inside. Following her were an imposing middle-aged man and a grim-faced young man, each carrying two large handbags.

Had Chu Yang been there, he would have recognized them immediately. They were none other than Qin Bingxue, Zhou Tianhao, and Ling Bei.

Upon receiving news of Qin Yuru’s kidnapping, Qin Bingxue had tried to call Chu Yang, but the call wouldn't go through. Fearing for her sister’s safety, she didn't dare call the police, so she had no choice but to ask Zhou Tianhao for help. After all, Zhou Tianhao was a prominent figure in Tianhai. They had quickly gathered the money and rushed over to secure the release.

Stepping into the room and seeing Qin Yuru safe in the corner, Qin Bingxue let out a sigh of relief. She fixed her gaze on Zhao Guang and his men, saying in a deep voice, "I have brought the money you requested. Please, release her immediately."

As she spoke, Zhou Tianhao and Ling Bei tossed the handbags forward. However, Zhao Guang and his men didn't even glance at the bags. Instead, Zhao Guang pulled a pistol from his waist and laid it on the coffee table.

"Miss Qin, you’ve misunderstood... our target isn't the money. It’s you!"

"Me? What do you mean?" Qin Bingxue frowned, her eyes filled with confusion.

"That’s a long story. To put it simply, it involves your mother, Zhao Lanzhi... so please, Miss Qin, cooperate obediently and come with us to Jiangzhou." Zhao Guang picked up a wine glass from the table and took a leisurely sip.

As he finished speaking, several fierce-looking men rushed out from the side rooms, surrounding the three of them. Zhou Tianhao and Ling Bei’s expressions shifted, and they quickly stepped in front of Qin Bingxue.

Zhou Tianhao spoke up, "Sir, I am Zhou Tianhao of the Tianchen Group. Can you hear me out?"

"And who might you be? Oh, it’s Boss Zhou! What? You want to meddle in this?" Zhao Guang’s eyes flashed with surprise as he observed Zhou Tianhao with amusement.

"Miss Qin is my friend. I ask that you give me some face and let these sisters go! These six million in cash can be my treat for your tea," Zhou Tianhao said, his eyes narrowing as he realized the man wasn't intimidated by his reputation.

However, he was met only with Zhao Guang’s arrogant disdain. "How much is your 'face' worth? If you don't want to die, get out of my sight!"

Zhou Tianhao’s expression turned dark. Ling Bei’s eyes surged with killing intent; his aura erupted as he lunged like a hunting leopard, fist aimed straight at Zhao Guang.

"Hmph, seeking death!" Liu Yang, standing beside Zhao Guang, let out a cold snort. He stepped forward to intercept, his fist colliding head-on with Ling Bei’s.

"Boom!"

The next second, Ling Bei spat out blood and flew backward like a cannonball, crashing beside Zhou Tianhao, clearly in great pain. Zhou Tianhao’s face went pale. Ling Bei’s combat strength was top-tier in Tianhai, yet he couldn't even withstand a single blow?

"Who on earth are you people?" Zhou Tianhao asked, his voice low.

"You don't even know who we are, yet you dare pretend to be a hero and stick your neck out for others?" Zhao Guang sipped his wine again, looking at Zhou Tianhao with utter contempt. "Liu Yang, tell him who we are!"

"We are from the Qian family of Jiangzhou! He is Zhao Guang, and I am Liu Yang," Liu Yang said with a lazy yawn. In their eyes, while Zhou Tianhao might be a player in the small pond of Tianhai, he was nothing worth mentioning.

"Zhao Guang, ranked 73rd on the Tiger List, and Liu Yang, ranked 89th?" Zhou Tianhao’s pupils contracted, his gaze becoming grave. He hadn't expected them to be so powerful. It was no wonder Ling Bei was defeated in one move.

Ling Bei’s expression shifted as well; he hadn't anticipated encountering two Tiger List experts here. Qin Bingxue, however, remained ignorant of these rankings, though she frowned in confusion.

Zhao Guang slammed his glass onto the table. "Since you’ve heard of us, get out!"

Zhou Tianhao didn't leave. Instead, he gritted his teeth and said, "Brother Zhao, please, grant me this favor..."

"Go to hell!" Before he could finish, Liu Yang charged, fists swinging. Zhou Tianhao, already on guard, unleashed his own killing intent and countered.

"Bang!" The force of their collision sent shockwaves through the room. Both men were forced back dozens of steps, leaving deep footprints in the hard floor. Liu Yang steadied himself, shaking his numb arm, his eyes filled with shock and wariness. He hadn't expected to be matched by someone who wasn't even on the Tiger List.

Zhao Guang narrowed his eyes, re-evaluating Zhou Tianhao. "I didn't expect you to withstand Liu Yang’s attack. You have some skill. But if you think a mere Zhou Tianhao can take people from our hands, you’re far too full of yourself."

As Zhao Guang spoke, a pressure even more formidable than Liu Yang’s erupted from his body.

"And what if he adds me to the mix?"

The cold voice cut through the air, startling everyone in the room. All eyes turned toward the door as it swung open, and a cold, imposing figure stepped inside.

"Mr. Chu!"
"Chu Yang!"

Seeing him enter, Zhou Tianhao, Ling Bei, and Qin Bingxue were filled with joy. His arrival gave them immense reassurance. In the corner, Qin Yuru struggled against her bonds, letting out muffled cries of relief.

"Bingxue, are you alright?" Chu Yang nodded slightly, walking to her side with concern.

"I'm fine... but why couldn't I reach you on your phone earlier?"

"My battery died. Anyway, why are you here?"

"I received a call saying Yuru was kidnapped and that I needed to bring ransom money. I couldn't reach you, so I asked Boss Zhou for help... but I didn't know the kidnapping was a fake—their real target was me..." Qin Bingxue explained the situation.

"Don't worry, it’s fine! I’m here now," Chu Yang said, patting her shoulder. He turned to Zhou Tianhao. "Old Zhou, please protect Bingxue for me."

"Mr. Chu, you can count on me. Even if I have to sacrifice my life, I won't let Miss Qin come to any harm," Zhou Tianhao promised.

Chu Yang nodded and looked at Qin Yuru in the corner. "Yuru, don't worry, brother-in-law is here to save you!"

"Brother-in-law?" Zhao Guang sneered with disdain. "I wondered who it was—it’s just Zhao Lanzhi’s useless son-in-law. I don't know how Yang Long and his men messed up, letting you get in here."

"Hey, kid... you think you can play the hero with that pathetic look? If you know what's good for you, you’ll just..."

Before Zhao Guang could finish, he felt a blur of motion. A violent gust of wind hit him, and a sense of extreme danger washed over him, causing his face to pale. Chu Yang had lunged at him like a tiger, his massive fist growing larger in Zhao Guang’s vision.

"Damn it!" Zhao Guang roared, instinctively crossing his arms to block.

"BOOM!"

A thunderous explosion rang out. Zhao Guang vomited blood, the sofa he had been sitting on was overturned, and his body flew like a projectile, slamming into the wall and becoming a gruesome, human-shaped mural.