Nie Rougang took one long stride forward, his coat fluttering behind him, and led his men straight into the ruins.
Inside, Song Yue was being held down by two men. One of them was fumbling at the belt binding her wrists, another's hand sliding shamelessly up her calf. Panic and rage surged through her chest.
Then everything happened at once.
A large hand grabbed the man by the back of the neck and hurled him away like trash. Before anyone could react, another body was sent flying.
The remaining men barely had time to turn their heads before cold metal pressed against their skulls. Gun barrels gleamed inches from their faces.
They froze.
No one dared move.
"Uncle!" Song Yue cried out, her voice breaking.
