One of the men took Su Weiyi’s wallet, opened it, and laughed: "Little girl, what can you do with this little money?"

Su Weiyi’s heart tightened. If all they wanted was money, that was fine, but she feared they wanted more than just money.

Just then, a young man who had been standing quietly beside her, not covering her mouth, spoke: "Boss, she’s with the person who injured Second Brother last time."

This line made everyone look at him, and Su Weiyi instantly recognized him as the young man who was sitting with Lu Zhang that day at the police station.

Su Weiyi began to struggle intensely. If she could break free, run forward, and scream for help, maybe she’d be saved. Right now, she feared for her life.

But Su Weiyi was frail, no match for the three strong men.

The man called "Boss" had a cold gleam in his eyes: "My second brother is still lying in the hospital, so it was you guys who did this good deed, take her away, Ah Kun, call a car over."

Two men dragged Su Weiyi towards a dark area nearby. Despair flashed in her eyes, especially when the boss took out a small white cloth, spraying something onto it.

"Let her go."

A low, powerful voice, audible like ice falling, rang out. Su Weiyi’s eyes widened, and the person seemed to be panting heavily, as if he had run desperately.

It was too dark to see the person’s features clearly, but Su Weiyi was one hundred percent certain it was Sheng Yanxiao.

He came back?

"What the hell are you... ah..."

The man couldn’t finish his sentence before his wrist was squeezed fiercely, seemingly dislocated.

"Damn."

The person who had been covering Su Weiyi’s mouth immediately let go of her, stepping forward. Sheng Yanxiao was still holding the man’s wrist, while he swiftly kicked the stomach of the man rushing towards him.

These two guys were strong, but completely outmatched by Sheng Yanxiao. As they lay on the ground wailing, Sheng Yanxiao seemed unaffected, as if it hadn’t been him who just acted.

"It’s over now."

The moment his voice sounded, Su Weiyi felt relieved. Now held in his embrace, she was completely calm. Just as she was about to say something, she suddenly realized something was wrong.

Something was wrong, there were three of them.

"Yanxiao, they..."

She reacted, but it was already too late. In the dim light, Su Weiyi saw a cold flash of something—it was a knife. She raised her hand to block it; Sheng Yanxiao clearly saw it too. He shielded Su Weiyi fiercely, tilting his body, but didn’t dare tilt too much, lest the person in his arms got cut.

With a tearing sound, the knife’s edge ripped through the cloth, stabbing into Sheng Yanxiao’s shoulder.

In the darkness, Su Weiyi could only see Sheng Yanxiao’s eyebrows fiercely furrow before he unceremoniously kicked the man far away.

The security guards from the guardroom at the entrance of the community finally heard the commotion and rushed over, but Su Weiyi paid them no mind at all. She looked at Sheng Yanxiao fixedly: "Yanxiao... Yanxiao..."

Reaching out, touching somewhere—Su Weiyi only felt her hands warm and wet; Sheng Yanxiao was already protecting her as they walked out. Under the streetlights, her fair hands were covered in blood.

This scene remained frozen in Su Weiyi’s mind until Sheng Yanxiao was taken to the hospital and into the operating room, her mind still fixated on that scene.