Chapter 0021: Rescuing Yin Rou Rou

“Leopard, go look into that kid’s background. He’s a tough one.”
In an underground boxing arena, a man with a long scar across his face spoke.
“Yes, Brother Tian.”
This man was none other than Hu Yitian from No Man’s Street.
Fifteen million was already a huge sum for him; the territory he controlled earned only about ten million a year, and even that had to be handed upward.
Yet, someone that even the Liu family couldn’t handle made him realize this person wasn’t easy to kill.
But he had plenty of brothers and skilled hands, so in his eyes, as long as he planned carefully, killing one man was no problem.
Besides, with Lord Long as his powerful backer, worst case, he wouldn’t pocket the money himself. With Lord Long’s strength, killing one person was child’s play.
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“Hey gorgeous, how did your stockings get ripped?”
After leaving campus, Zhang Xiaofan didn’t head straight home. He wandered about instead. The commercial street outside the school was lively, and home was dull—either that or he’d end up sparring with Wang Yuqing. So he might as well go for a stroll.
He spotted a young woman, dressed so provocatively it was almost deadly. She wore a black crop top, and, to his keen eye, it was clear she wore nothing underneath. He could see the outline of her curves.
Below, she sported a micro-skirt and black fishnet stockings.
“Handsome, these are fishnet stockings,” she teased, taking in Zhang Xiaofan’s good looks, not at all annoyed but instead flirting with him.
She was dressed head-to-toe in designer brands, her perfume unmistakably top-tier Chanel, and her hungry gaze suggested she had a wealthy but impotent man in her life.
Zhang Xiaofan was about to continue his philosophical exploration of life, when a Bentley roared past, splashing muddy water all over his pants.
“Damn!”
Furious, Zhang Xiaofan forgot all about the young woman and let loose a torrent of curses at the Bentley, “What, you think you’re hot stuff just because you’re rich? Just because you drive a Bentley?”
Wait…
Wasn’t that the class monitor, Yin Rou Rou?
A sense of foreboding surged in his chest. He’d caught only a glimpse, but it looked like Yin Rou Rou was being held against her will.
He quickly flagged down a taxi, tossed the driver a thousand in cash, and ordered him to follow the Bentley. The area was busy, so the Bentley wasn’t driving fast, and the taxi caught up easily.
“Hey, what are you following them for?” the driver asked.
“I’m a police officer. Don’t ask questions you shouldn’t. Just drive.” Zhang Xiaofan lied without missing a beat, using the cop identity to keep the driver from ditching him.
“Don’t worry. Just drop me off and leave. The bureau will send you a reward.”
“Really? No problem, I’ll stick to them like glue. I won’t let them notice a thing. I’m great at these follow jobs—usually old ladies hire me to track their husbands, and I always deliver.” The driver boasted.
He was right; he had some skill at tailing. He’d take sharp turns, overtake at just the right moment, and the Bentley’s driver never suspected a thing.
Soon, the Bentley left the west district where Jinghai High was located, heading for the eastern seaside affluent area.
Paradise Villas—wasn’t that the Ye family’s estate?
Watching the Bentley enter Paradise Villas, Zhang Xiaofan got out of the taxi and walked in. The villa security didn’t stop him. In fact, they nodded at him—he remembered now, he’d been here before with Ye Qingcheng, and the guard was the same one from that night.
Inside, the Bentley wasn’t moving fast, so Zhang Xiaofan easily kept up, and with his skills, he wouldn’t be discovered.
The villa district was huge; the Bentley drove five or six kilometers before stopping.
A man in his twenties got out of the passenger seat, short hair, earrings, a wicked smirk on his lips.
“Take her to my room.”
He ordered, then walked inside.
The servants in the villa acknowledged and, after helping Yin Rou Rou out of the back seat, supported her as she seemed to be asleep.
Zhang Xiaofan was startled—who was this man, bringing Yin Rou Rou here? Did they know each other, or was there another motive?
Was it a kidnapping for lust?
No matter what, Yin Rou Rou was his classmate. She’d even hugged him before, and though she’d ignored him for the past two days, a real man shouldn’t quibble with a girl.
Just in case, Zhang Xiaofan slipped quietly into the villa. There were plenty of bodyguards, but none could stop him.
Once upon a time, he’d slipped through armies… But enough of those old stories—heroes don’t dwell on past glory!
The servant led Yin Rou Rou to a third-floor bedroom and left. The man, now in a bathrobe, emerged.
“My head is spinning…”
Yin Rou Rou slowly woke up, panicked as she took in the unfamiliar surroundings. Her last memory was being knocked out with a towel.
“Miss Yin, welcome to my home,”
The man spoke with a show of gentlemanly manners, but the lust in his eyes betrayed him.
“It’s you!”
Yin Rou Rou recognized him. He’d been harassing her for days—son of a street boss, called Young Master Hu.
“What do you want?” she asked, flustered.
“We’re alone here. What do you think we’ll do?” He gazed at her with a provocative look.
His name was Hu Dao, son of Hu Yitian from No Man’s Street. At eighteen, he’d followed his father into the underworld, gaining a reputation over the years.
A month ago, he’d noticed Yin Rou Rou by chance and had been pestering her since, but she always responded with cold indifference, giving him no face.
He’d had plenty of women, but the colder Yin Rou Rou was, the more he wanted to bed her.
“Let me go and I’ll pretend nothing happened. Otherwise, you’ll regret it.”
Yin Rou Rou tried to steady herself.
“Let you go? Why should I?” Hu Dao laughed.
“I’ll call the police!” Yin Rou Rou knew even if she revealed her identity, he wouldn’t believe her.
“Police? You think I’m scared?”
Hu Dao laughed, thinking how naive she was. At his level, he had plenty of connections in the legitimate world.
“I… I’m so hot…”
Suddenly, Yin Rou Rou felt her body burning, her gaze growing hazy. The scent of sandalwood in the room told her she’d been drugged.
“Pretty little thing, you’re too naive. Tonight, you’ll be mine…”
Yin Rou Rou’s cheeks flushed, her chest rising and falling with every breath. The soft moans escaping her lips stirred Hu Dao, making him hard as a rock.
He couldn’t hold back any longer and lunged at her.
Yin Rou Rou was a senior in high school, but girls at that age were already