Chapter Five: A Hero's Wrath for the Sake of Beauty

Inside the room, besides Su Xiran, Huang Wenbin, and the general manager, there was another woman who was completely naked.

Su Xiran’s clothes were thin and had been torn to shreds, though fortunately, her private areas remained covered. A slap mark was visible on her face, and her hair was currently being gripped and violently pulled by the naked woman. Standing nearby, Huang Wenbin, whose face was scratched with bloody marks, watched with a cold sneer. The general manager stood to the side, his eyes filled with lecherous anticipation as he stared at Su Xiran, as if already imagining the sight of her stripped bare.

The naked woman, Zhao Li, was the company’s lead model. She was passably attractive, but she paled in comparison to Su Xiran. Unfazed by the two men watching her, she kept one hand tangled in Su Xiran’s hair while the other tugged at her clothing. Seeing that Su Xiran, despite having her hair pulled, did not cry out in pain but instead clutched her clothes and glared at her with stubborn defiance, Zhao Li became even more enraged.

"Su Xiran, do you really think you're some kind of chaste saint?" Zhao Li cursed. "You’re in this business, so stop playing the innocent! Just because you’re pretty and have a good figure, you think you’re something special? I’m willing to strip for photos, so why can’t you? What makes you so much better than the rest of us?"

"I’ll show you what happens when you act high and mighty! You turn everyone else down just to pine after that loser Lin Chen, right? You’re such an idiot. I’ve hated you for a long time—why should your pretty face and body always outshine mine?"

Su Xiran sneered, "It’s not that I’m noble; it’s that you’re cheap. You chose to take your clothes off for money, so why blame others?"

Shocked that Su Xiran dared to talk back, Zhao Li flew into a rage and swung her hand toward Su Xiran’s face. However, before her hand could land, she felt a tremendous force seize her hair. She let out a sharp cry of pain, followed by a slap that sent her spinning, leaving her ears ringing and her vision blurred.

Standing before her was a man with bloodshot eyes, looking as if he wanted to tear her to pieces. The icy aura radiating from him made Zhao Li shiver with terror.

When Lin Chen saw the scene in the room, he felt as if his heart were being ripped apart. He hadn't realized how important Su Xiran was to him until this moment. Seeing her suffer such humiliation, he felt an overwhelming urge to crush these people into pulp. As he witnessed Zhao Li’s hand swinging toward Su Xiran, he had charged in, grabbed Zhao Li by the hair, and delivered that slap.

"Lin Chen?"

Seeing the young man appear before her, his eyes filled with pity and regret, Su Xiran, who had stubbornly held her gaze despite all the bullying, felt her lip tremble. Tears began to fall, and she started to weep with grievance, much like a child who holds back tears while being bullied outside, only to break down the moment they see their family.

Lin Chen struck Zhao Li again with such force that a few of her teeth flew out, then tossed her aside.

"Sister Xixi, it’s me. I’m here. I’m sorry I’m late," Lin Chen said gently.

Su Xiran threw herself into his arms and sobbed loudly. As beautiful as she was, she was still just an ordinary woman who had never encountered such a situation. She had nearly been forced into taking nude photos; if that had happened, her life would have been ruined. She had pretended to be strong in the face of these villains, but at the sight of Lin Chen, that strength crumbled, leaving only the vulnerability of a woman.

Lin Chen patted her back softly, looking at the slap mark on her face with pity, his eyes turning cold. "Sister Xixi, who hit you?"

Huang Wenbin and the others had been stunned by Lin Chen’s swift, ruthless actions against Zhao Li and had been slow to react. Now, realizing it was just Lin Chen, a poor nobody, they felt a sense of disdain.

"I hit her," Huang Wenbin said viciously. "What are you going to do about it? Hmph! This bitch dared to scratch my face—she’s asking for death! I let her do a shoot; that was me doing her a favor. She’s being ungrateful, acting like she’s so precious!"

Before he could finish his sentence, he felt as if he were being watched by a ferocious beast. A chill ran through his heart, and he shuddered.

"Which hand did you hit her with?" Lin Chen’s eyes were like blades, his voice cold as ice. Huang Wenbin was so intimidated by his presence that he couldn't even speak.

Su Xiran, unaware of Lin Chen’s capabilities and fearing he would get hurt, wiped her tears and said, "Lin Chen, let it go. We can’t afford to offend these people." Though she was furious, she didn't want Lin Chen to be harmed. In her eyes, there were two men, and Lin Chen was just an ordinary person with no power or influence—he couldn't possibly win.

Lin Chen looked at her tear-stained face, wiped away her tears, and shook his head. "No, they must pay the price. No one is allowed to make you suffer."

With that, he took off his shirt and put it on Su Xiran, revealing his toned torso. His physique hadn't been this defined before, but the spiritual energy within him seemed to have melted away the excess fat. Though lean, his muscles were clearly defined, like a powerful panther.

As Su Xiran stood before him, watching him carefully button the shirt for her, she felt an immense sense of warmth. The scent of Lin Chen wafted from the shirt, making her cheeks flush and her heart race. She stared at him, mesmerized.

Lin Chen, however, was consumed by rage. Once the shirt was fastened, he lunged forward like a panther, appearing before Huang Wenbin in the blink of an eye. "Since you won't say which hand hit her, I’ll break both of yours!"

He grabbed Huang Wenbin’s hands and twisted. A non-human scream erupted from Huang Wenbin as the bones in both his hands shattered instantly. In Lin Chen’s mind, if he hadn't arrived in time, Su Xiran’s life would have been destroyed. For scum like this, even killing them wouldn't be enough to vent his anger.

He tossed the screaming Huang Wenbin aside, causing him to crash into Zhao Li, who began to howl in pain. Lin Chen then turned his gaze toward the general manager.

Liu Shanhua, the manager, hurriedly said, "Lin Chen, this has nothing to do with me! Don't do anything reckless!"

Lin Chen sneered. If Liu Shanhua hadn't given his consent, would Huang Wenbin have dared to force Su Xiran? He didn't waste words; he stepped forward and kicked Liu Shanhua, sending him flying six or seven meters into the wall, where he spat out blood.

Su Xiran was stunned. How had Lin Chen suddenly become so powerful and violent? She didn't know that Lin Chen had inherited the legacy of Leng Dongliu, a formidable doctor who would kill without hesitation when angered.

Though confused, seeing Liu Shanhua half-dead, Huang Wenbin screaming, and the battered Zhao Li groaning in pain, she panicked. "Lin Chen, don't be impulsive. They’ll call the police, and then we’ll be in trouble. You can’t just kill them."

Lin Chen arched an eyebrow, a hint of malice in his eyes. "What’s so difficult about killing them?"

He realized, however, that his words had shocked Su Xiran. He remembered that in his dreams, he had seen Leng Dongliu kill many people, but Su Xiran was an ordinary person, and his words were too much for her.

He quickly changed his tone. "Sister Xixi, don't worry. I won't do anything reckless. These three won't have the guts to bother me again. Why don't you go outside? I’ll have a little chat with them."

Su Xiran shook her head, still worried. "Lin Chen, please don't be impulsive. We live in a society ruled by law. If you beat them like this and they call the police, it’ll be a disaster. If someone dies..."

"Sister Xixi, just trust me," Lin Chen interrupted. "Go outside for a moment."

He pushed the protesting Su Xiran out of the room and closed the door. Turning back, the three people in the room looked at him with fear, but even more so with deep-seated hatred.

Liu Shanhua clutched his stomach, his face twisted. "Lin Chen, unless you kill me here, I will make sure you spend the rest of your life in prison! I will never let you go!"

Huang Wenbin and Zhao Li didn't speak, but their hateful glares mirrored Liu Shanhua’s. They were convinced that Lin Chen wouldn't dare to actually kill them.

Lin Chen observed their hateful gazes, but instead of being panicked, he began to smile, as if he had thought of something amusing. This eerie smile made the three of them shudder.

Lin Chen flicked his fingers, and a silver needle appeared between them. He had obtained the set from Leng Hanyan at the hospital; she had let him keep it, and he had found it useful.

Seeing the needle, Liu Shanhua’s pupils contracted. He didn't know what Lin Chen intended, but the uncertainty made the sight of the needle all the more unsettling. Lin Chen looked at him as if he were nothing more than a toy.

"What are you—"

Before Liu Shanhua could finish, Lin Chen had already pricked his throat with the needle. Liu Shanhua found himself unable to make a sound, terrified out of his wits. He struggled to run, but Lin Chen slapped him to the ground.

Lin Chen repeated the process on Huang Wenbin and Zhao Li, rendering them mute, then dragged them all together. His smile was cold and playful, like a grim reaper teasing the world with his scythe.

"I didn't want your screams to scare Sister Xixi outside, so I sealed your vocal points. For the next ten minutes, I will give you an experience you will never forget. You will feel immense pain, lose consciousness, wake up, and lose consciousness again."

"Haha, you will find these ten minutes longer than the past several decades. And these ten minutes will be a dream—a nightmare—that you will never forget for the rest of your lives!"