Qin Qinghan's face, already pale with anger, turned crimson with fury when that disgusting hand reached toward her.
Before Jin Bao could touch her, she shot to her feet, grabbed the wineglass, and hurled its contents into his face.
The alcohol splashed across his cheeks and shirt, dripping down his neck.
For a heartbeat, the room went dead silent.
Then Jin Bao's expression twisted — humiliation igniting into rage.
"You bitch!" he roared, slamming his fist on the table. "Too good to drink with me, huh? Acting all pure? Don't forget who you are — a used-up slut who got herself raped and lived to pretend she's better than the rest!"
Qin Qinghan's chest heaved violently, her voice shaking with fury. "Mr. Jin, I came here for business — clearly, that was a mistake. We have nothing more to discuss."
She turned for the door.
"Walk out that door," Jin Bao snarled, "and you're not walking out of this room alive."
The massive man lunged forward — over two hundred pounds of fury — throwing himself at her like a bull.
Qin Qinghan gasped, panic flashing across her face. Why did I ever come here?
She shoved the chair between them — hard.
It caught his legs, and Jin Bao crashed to the floor with a grunt.
She bolted for the door.
But she'd barely taken a step when she felt something clamp around her ankle — Jin Bao's hand, his face twisted with rage.
"You're not getting away from me!" he spat through clenched teeth, still half on the ground. "No one escapes Jin Bao once I've chosen them."
He reached up, trying to grab her calf.
Qin Qinghan lifted her right foot and brought it down — hard.
The sharp heel of her stiletto pierced the back of his hand.
Blood sprayed across the floor.
"AAAH—!" Jin Bao howled, jerking his hand back, clutching it to his chest, cursing through his teeth. The pain made him release her shoe.
Qin Qinghan stumbled forward, sprinting toward the door.
BANG!
Just as her hand touched the handle, the door slammed open from the other side — and half a dozen thugs stormed in, their faces twisted with menace.
They slammed the door behind them and locked it.
"Strip her and tie her to the bed!" Jin Bao bellowed, clutching his bleeding hand.
Qin Qinghan froze, horror flooding her veins. She backed into the corner, arms around herself, trembling.
The young men sneered, closing in.
"No—!" she screamed, eyes squeezed shut, terror breaking her voice.
And then—
BOOM!
The door exploded off its hinges, slamming into the first thug so hard it sent him flying across the room.
The others turned, startled, eyes wide.
Even Jin Bao stopped in mid-shout, his jaw dropping.
Standing in the doorway was a tall man in military fatigues — at least six-foot-two, broad-shouldered, his expression carved from stone.
His eyes were cold — colder than ice, colder than death. The air itself seemed to tighten around him.
Qin Qinghan dared to open her eyes.
No one had touched her.
She blinked, dazed — and then she saw him.
It's him…
Her heart clenched — not with fear this time, but with something closer to disbelief. Her eyes filled with tears.
Ye Fengwu.
He had followed her — because he knew.
"Touch my woman," he said softly, his voice low and lethal, "and I'll show you what dying feels like."
The words weren't loud, but every man in the room felt the chill run down his spine.
Jin Bao's shock burned away into fury. "You think you can barge in here and ruin my fun?" he shouted. "Kill him! Bury him under the site — I don't care how!"
The gang charged forward.
THUD!
Ye Fengwu's boot slammed into the first man's stomach — the impact lifting him clean off the floor and hurling him three meters into the wall. The plywood cracked like glass.
The next one barely had time to swing before Ye Fengwu's fist crashed into his chest — a short, brutal punch that knocked the air out of him and sent him crumpling to the ground.
The others hesitated — but only for a second.
Two more rushed in.
Two more fell, gasping, unconscious before they even hit the floor.
In less than two seconds, five men lay sprawled and broken, none of them awake.
Qin Qinghan stood frozen, trembling, her heart pounding. She'd seen Ye Fengwu fight before — but never like this.
Jin Bao had never seen anything like it.
The fear flickered in his eyes — but he forced it down, forcing a smile. "You've got skills, I'll give you that. How about this — work for me. You'll never want for money or women again. What do you say, brother?"
Ye Fengwu took a slow step forward, his shadow falling across the man's trembling form.
"Which hand?" he asked.
Jin Bao blinked. "What?"
"Which hand touched my wife?"
His voice was cold enough to make the blood freeze in Jin Bao's veins.
"B-Brother, I—"
Ye Fengwu moved.
In a blur, he was in front of Jin Bao — one hand gripping the back of his skull.
CRACK!
He slammed Jin Bao's face down onto the heavy wooden desk.
Blood sprayed across the polished surface, the dark red soaking into the grain.
Before Jin Bao could even scream, Ye Fengwu lifted him clean off the floor by the throat — two hundred pounds dangling in the air like a rag doll.
"Not talking?" Ye Fengwu said softly. "Then I'll break them all."
"No—no, wait! Please!" Jin Bao gasped, choking, his feet kicking uselessly. "I didn't touch her! I swear—didn't even brush her sleeve! Please, let me go!"
"Which hand?"
Tears and sweat ran down Jin Bao's face. His mind spun — he couldn't think, couldn't breathe. Finally, he lifted his left hand, shaking. "Th-this one…!"
Ye Fengwu grabbed it.
CRACK!
The sound was sharp and sickening.
Jin Bao's scream tore through the room. His arm twisted grotesquely, bones jutting under the skin.
Qin Qinghan turned away, her stomach twisting.
Then came another CRACK! — and another scream, raw and animal. His other arm snapped like a twig.
Ye Fengwu dropped him.
Jin Bao collapsed in a heap, both arms limp and useless, rolling on the ground and howling in agony.
Ye Fengwu wasn't finished. He raised his boot, ready to crush the man's leg.
"Stop!" Qin Qinghan shouted, her voice breaking. "He didn't—he didn't touch me! He just… scared me. That's all!"
She was telling the truth. Jin Bao hadn't laid a hand on her, and neither had the others.
She couldn't bear to see Ye Fengwu destroy him — not like this. Fenghao Construction was powerful, and Jin Bao, for all his filth, was still one of their people.
If Ye Fengwu killed him, the consequences could be catastrophic.
But before she could speak again—
CRUNCH!
Ye Fengwu's boot came down hard. Jin Bao's left leg shattered under the blow.
His scream was almost inhuman.
Qin Qinghan's face went white as paper. "Enough!" she cried. "I said he didn't touch me! None of them did!"
"Shut up."
Ye Fengwu's head snapped toward her, eyes burning red with fury.
His voice — cold, sharp, deadly — cut through her like a blade.
"Ah—!"
Qin Qinghan recoiled, terrified, her hands trembling. She'd never seen that look on his face before — a rage so raw it bordered on madness.