"I'll count to three. If you don't kneel down and apologize, I promise your next life will be spent in a wheelchair. By then, your shady girlfriend will probably abandon you too. That's the fate of a渣男, the choice is yours!"
Ren Yuanhao didn't know why he was so angry. Perhaps it was the vodka, or perhaps it was his true nature.
True nature? Sometimes Ren Yuanhao was afraid of this side of himself. The rise of an underdog always carried a trace of aggression, and he, Ren Yuanhao, was no exception.
"I don't believe you dare to touch me here!" Fei Qi wasn't easily intimidated. You couldn't walk by the river without getting your shoes wet. He admitted he'd met a tough opponent today, but he refused to believe he'd actually go through with it.
"Don't believe me?"
Ren Yuanhao stomped down. Fei Qi's shoulder blade made a faint cracking sound, and the ring itself let out a muffled boom like a drumbeat!
"Ah!"
Fei Qi's legs finally gave way, and he collapsed to the ground with a thud.
"I yield, I apologize!"
His face turned ashen. The kick had instantly sent shivers down his spine, and it also made him realize that the god of death standing above him hadn't even exerted his full strength; it was merely a warning, a silent one.
Fei Qi paused, his face contorted with pain, sweat pouring down like rain. He gritted his teeth and said, "Cheng Li, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done things that hurt you. I'm a渣男."
"Louder!"
Fei Qi felt the pressure on his shoulders suddenly increase, making him tremble violently. He roared with all his might:
"Cheng Li, I'm sorry! I'm a渣男!"
Ren Yuanhao snorted coldly, then turned to the crowd below the ring. With a hint of mockery, he said, "Everyone, you heard him. This man plays with people's emotions. Ladies, keep your eyes open."
As soon as he finished speaking, Ren Yuanhao leaped off Fei Qi's shoulders, unafraid of retaliation. He directly took Cheng Li's hand and, with overwhelming dominance, walked out of the boxing club.
Cheng Li's hands were held firmly by him as they walked out at a brisk pace. After about two to three hundred meters, Ren Yuanhao suddenly released her hand.
Just as Cheng Li was about to speak, she saw Ren Yuanhao suddenly cough up a mouthful of blood. His face turned pale and extremely unsightly. If she hadn't reacted quickly, as a killer would, he would have probably fallen to the ground.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing, did I scare you?"
Ren Yuanhao tried to smile, but his vision went dark, and the world spun. He stumbled towards Cheng Li.
"You stepped in to protect me, and now you see the consequences."
Although Cheng Li was an assassin, a grown man's weight was still considerable, and she found it extremely difficult to support Ren Yuanhao as she walked.
She had only managed to support him for a few dozen steps when she noticed the dim lights all around and overgrown weeds ahead. The night wind carried the stench of various decaying things, and the eyes of stray cats and dogs glinted in the dark. She realized they had arrived at a garbage transfer station.
In the dead of night, under the strong wind, in a deserted place, Cheng Li felt a sharp pain in her heart. Two diametrically opposed voices raged in her mind.
"Kill him! It will be your next step on your path as an assassin!"
"No, you can't. This kid got seriously injured protecting you. What's the difference between you and a beast if you do this?"
Cheng Li touched the cold knife hidden in her怀. It was her usual weapon, but it hadn't yet taken a life. Now, it had the chance to taste fresh human blood and feel the traces of life fading away.
A stray cat let out a low whimper, like a child crying at night, sending a chill down one's spine.
She gripped the blade tightly, holding it over Ren Yuanhao's heart, but she couldn't bring herself to do it.
Cheng Li's hand trembled continuously. The night wind whipped around them, and their heartbeats throbbed like drumbeats. The path before her also split into two: one led to temptation of fame and fortune, the other led to genuine emotion. Choosing one meant the other would be permanently closed off.
Some people, some things, would be separated by the vastness of the sea, forever out of reach.
Cheng Li looked at Ren Yuanhao's face, feeling as if countless knives were tearing at her heart. Death represented too many things. She was an assassin, and she thought she had been prepared for everything.
She raised the dagger high. The further the distance, the greater the force. She didn't want this man to suffer at all.
But just as she made up her mind, gritted her teeth, and was about to drive the blade into his heart, Ren Yuanhao suddenly spoke, his words broken: "Cheng Li, hurry and escape, don't mind me. Soon, they'll come after us, and I, I won't be able to protect you. Hurry and escape!"
What was wrong with this man? He was so badly injured, and he knew those bastards might come after them, yet even in his sleep, he was telling her to escape!
Cheng Li's tears welled up and streamed down her face. The knife plunged into the soil. She hugged Ren Yuanhao, letting the emotions flood over her like a tide.
"Cheng Li, where is this?"