Chapter 133: Then Strike at Three

The nine people who had descended the stairs each clutched daggers of varying lengths, the blades spinning vividly on their fingertips.

Upstairs, Wang Feiyan fixed her gaze on that hateful face and continued, “Bai Fanhao, if you let go of Mu Qingxi, I will be with you—just like before.”

“Hmph!” Bai Fanhao snorted coldly, then sneered at Wang Feiyan, “Wang Feiyan, I once thought you were just a girl who made a mistake, but I never expected you to become like this. Before? How can you even say that? Don’t talk about the past—I never was with you then, and now it’s even less possible.”

No sooner had he finished speaking than Wang Feiyan shouted, “Bai Fanhao, then just wait and see. I want to see if you’ll still like Mu Qingxi without that pretty face of hers.”

But Wang Feiyan’s words seemed to have little effect. Bai Fanhao glanced at Mu Qingxi below and said firmly, “I still like her.”

Dazed and weak, Mu Qingxi looked at Bai Fanhao’s unwavering expression, a warmth blossoming in her heart. Her nose tingled as if tears were about to fall.

Suppressing her discomfort, she lifted her head and weakly retorted to Wang Feiyan, “Wang Feiyan, never mind whether Fanhao likes me. With your broken, worn-out body, what man would ever want you?”

Great Mu Qingxi! Though barely conscious, her words were sharp and biting, speaking a truth no one dared say aloud.

Even Wu Li, who had been putting on a serious front nearby, raised his eyebrows slightly, barely able to hold back a laugh.

Wang Feiyan’s face flushed red with anger, teeth clenched, but no words came out.

Taking advantage of the distraction, Mu Qingxi whispered to Bai Fanhao, “Fanhao, when the moment comes, just run. I feel like I’m seeing stars. Don’t worry about me—just go.”

“Hit me! I want to see how you, Bai Fanhao, can love her in the future!” Wang Feiyan sneered at the people below.

Driven by fury, Wang Feiyan was resolute in her intent to kill Mu Qingxi. She knew well that whatever she did now was illegal, and others might say that admitting mistakes and improving is commendable, but to Wang Feiyan, it was all or nothing.

Once again, the nine formed a circle—this time surrounding different targets. Previously, it was Mu Qingxi and her gravely wounded brother, Mu Qingyang. Now, it was the severely injured Mu Qingxi and Bai Fanhao.

Liu Jun watched Mu Qingxi with great surprise, though his expression remained calm. In his mind, he strategized how to rescue her. These people were desperate and ruthless; none could be trusted.

Tension soared to its peak as the assailants lunged forward, daggers spinning in their hands.

Dodging one attacker only to be slashed by another, Mu Qingxi narrowly escaped blows each time, aided by Bai Fanhao’s frantic efforts to pull her away. But Bai Fanhao was not so lucky—he couldn’t avoid every strike.

Mu Qingxi felt her eyelids growing heavier, her legs like they were filled with lead, yet her mind still clung to consciousness.

…

Bai Fanhao didn’t know how much longer he could hold on. His body was riddled with small wounds—not life-threatening, but numerous. In the current state, he wouldn’t last long, especially since the barely steady Mu Qingxi was now leaning all her weight on him.

He couldn’t ignore her condition. It seemed he had to take a gamble.

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