The next day, Zhao Ran received a call from his stepmother early in the morning, urging him to return home as soon as possible because there was an urgent matter she needed to discuss with him.
By the time Zhao Ran left Jiang Xue’s place, it was just 7 a.m.
The streets were gradually coming to life with people. Zhao Ran strolled along casually. The intense night of passion had not left him fatigued; on the contrary, he felt even more energetic and vibrant. He couldn’t quite explain why, but even after going all night until dawn, just a short rest was enough to restore his spirits completely. He never felt tired and always attributed it to his consistent physical training, which kept him in excellent shape.
Just then, Zhao Ran faintly heard the panicked scream of a girl, accompanied by several eerie, leering laughs.
Around the corner, a group of thugs with brightly dyed hair—clearly up to no good—had formed a circle, wearing vulgar grins as they surrounded a helpless, flustered young girl.
“Brother Zhuo, we hit the jackpot! This little chick is damn hot—I’m already itching all over. Today, we’ve gotta have a good time with her!” one of the hoodlums said with a sleazy laugh.
“Fuck off!” The one called “Brother Zhuo,” whose full name was Zhang Zhuo, kicked the speaker squarely in the ass, cursing him with a mix of amusement and irritation. “I haven’t had my turn yet, you bastard. Get the hell out of the way!”
“Oww, of course you go first, Brother Zhuo! You always get the first taste. We’ll just have whatever’s left,” the thug replied, still grinning cheekily despite the kick.
“That’s more like it. There are more people around now—you guys keep watch. Once I’ve had my fun, I’ll call you over,” Zhang Zhuo said with a dark chuckle, rubbing his hands together as he stepped forward.
The girl trapped in the middle was petite and strikingly beautiful, with an innocent, childlike face that looked pure as water. Her delicate skin seemed as smooth and fragile as porcelain, and her youthful features made her appear no older than sixteen or seventeen. Yet, her style of dress suggested she might be in her twenties. Her loose clothing did nothing to conceal her extremely full, prominently large breasts.
Wow. A baby face with huge boobs.
No wonder these hoodlums were willing to risk assaulting her even as daybreak approached.
“Please don’t… don’t come any closer! Stay away! If you come any closer, I’ll scream for help!” The high school girl was clearly terrified, pressed against the wall as she shrank back helplessly.
“You scream, and I’ll slash your pretty face up! Just behave and let the few of us have our way with you, and you’ll walk away unharmed. Otherwise, well… heh heh…” Zhang Zhuo’s eyes roamed brazenly over the girl’s towering chest, a lustful gleam in his gaze as he pulled out a switchblade.
Honestly, a woman like her—Zhang Zhuo rarely even saw someone like her, let alone had the chance to touch one.
Today was his lucky day!
Staring at the girl before him, Zhang Zhuo let out a low, perverted laugh.
“Please, no… don’t! My family has money—I can give you money. If you touch me, you’ll regret it…” The girl was scared out of her wits. She had never been in a situation like this. The sight of the gleaming blade made her retreat further, too frightened now to actually scream.
But her pleas only drew a lewd, dismissive chuckle from Zhang Zhuo. “I’ll regret it? What, are you trying to say you’re some rich missy or an official’s daughter? Heh, you might fool someone else with that, but trying to trick me? You’re underestimating me. Be a good girl and serve me properly. If you please me well enough, I might even be gentle with you. Otherwise, I’ll make you understand what real violence feels like!”
With a disgusting smirk, he reached out directly to touch the girl’s delicate face.
The girl’s elegant brows furrowed tightly, her face pale with terror and tension.