C17 Helpless Hero Saving the Beauty!

The driver swung the door open, revealing three thugs engrossed in a card game. As the car pulled up, they boasted about their perfect day, filled with women and money to burn. They joked that if life always handed them such good fortune, they'd be living at the pinnacle of success.

Ruan Ruan strained to hear their voices, desperately trying to muster the strength to stand. The drug Shi Xuerong had given her was potent, and even after the car had traveled so far, Ruan Ruan felt utterly drained.

One day, Ruan Ruan vowed, she would have Shi Xuerong kneeling before her, suffering every indignity she could inflict.

The thugs sauntered over to Ruan Ruan, who was lying on the back seat, gazing up at them. Some were clad in tank tops, others shirtless, their bare chests on display as they leered at her with sleazy grins.

Ruan Ruan met their gaze with icy contempt. She was so weak she couldn't even muster the energy to cry out. Today, it seemed, she was in real danger...

"She's quite the looker, so innocent," one thug remarked. "I wonder if her cries will be just as enticing."

The rest burst into laughter, with one even daring to stroke Ruan Ruan's face. She turned away, refusing to let them touch her.

"Strip her. Let's see how she plays it then," another thug commanded.

At the mention of undressing her, the thugs grew frenzied. Hands reached out, clawing at Ruan Ruan's clothes. She tried to fend them off, but her feeble attempts were no match for their brute force. Even without the effects of the drug, she would have been powerless to resist.

With a rip, her shirt was torn open, exposing her strappy undergarment. Wearing little due to the summer heat, the thin fabric offered scant coverage. A chill swept over her chest, the breeze making her shiver.

Ruan Ruan crossed her arms over her chest and scooted back until she was pinned against the car window, trapped with nowhere to go.

"Go on, try to back away," the driver taunted, chuckling as he locked the door. Escape was impossible now—unless by some miracle.

"Shi Xuerong might pay you, but I can double it," Ruan Ruan offered in a weak voice, attempting to bargain with the only thing she had left—money.

A thug sneered, eyeing Ruan Ruan's chest with a lecherous gaze. "Shi Xuerong is set to be the future daughter-in-law of Yuh's Group. You think you're richer than her? Besides, Xuerong gave us half a million. Can you match that?" The group of hooligans erupted into raucous laughter.

Her virtue was appraised at half a million. Should she laugh at the absurdity or cry at the injustice?

"Enough chit-chat, who's going first? I'm getting impatient here." A shirtless hooligan reached out and groped Ruan Ruan's chest.

Ruan Ruan shielded herself with one hand while desperately gripping the door handle with the other, attempting to open it. The lock was jammed tight, showing no signs of giving way.

"You've got such a small chest; I really don't see what Dan Hengmo sees in you." A short distance from the van, a Maybach was parked, with Dan Hengyao seated inside, watching Ruan Ruan.

He had followed her from the moment she stepped out of her house, trailing her to this spot. He had no intention of playing the hero; he was merely curious about how Dan Hengmo would react upon learning she had been violated.

A thug pinned Ruan Ruan to the ground, holding her down, rendering her immobile. Her cries for help were met with deafening silence. In a desperate attempt, she bit the thug's ear, eliciting a howl of pain.

A punch to the face from the thug knocked Ruan Ruan unconscious. Perhaps the darkness was a mercy, sparing her from witnessing her own desecration.

Dan Hengyao looked on with perverse delight as the thugs began to strip Ruan Ruan. Her eyes were shut, and though she lay unresponsive, tears still managed to escape from the corners of her eyes.

In the enveloping darkness, Ruan Ruan could see and hear nothing. Was this what death felt like?

Suddenly, Dan Hengyao leaped out of his car and dashed towards the van. How could he have overlooked the trauma that Dan Hengmo had endured? If today's events unfolded as feared, Dan Hengmo would undoubtedly become a murderer, potentially even turning on him.

He had been preoccupied with the prospect of witnessing Dan Hengmo's rage, neglecting the deep wounds in his own heart. Regardless of what this woman meant to him, the thought of her harm incited his fury.

Dan Hengyao effortlessly unlocked and opened the car door, as if it were never locked at all. He reached in and pulled Ruan Ruan out with ease.

Wrapping his own clothes around Ruan Ruan, he made sure to cover her essential areas. Given her petite stature, his clothes served as an adequate shield.

The ruffians, who had already disrobed, were seething with anger at the loss of their captive.

"Such amateurs," Dan Hengyao remarked, eyeing the group of half-dressed men with a mix of contempt and pity. He scooped Ruan Ruan into his arms and strode toward his vehicle.

The thugs hastily redressed and, fueled by rage, grabbed steel pipes from the car, aiming them at Dan Hengyao. They knew that without delivering the woman to Shi Xuerong, they wouldn't see a dime.

After settling Ruan Ruan into the car seat, Dan Hengyao commented, "You're quite the load, aren't you?" He then shut the door, turned to the would-be assailants, and taunted, "Better run—I won't bother chasing you. You're hardly beauties. And judging by your size, you can hardly call yourselves men." He cast a final, disdainful glance at their unmentionable parts.

The hooligans, their pride wounded by Dan Hengyao's words, swung their steel pipes at him in fury. With a slight smile, Dan Hengyao deftly caught one of the pipes and countered with a swift kick to the chest of the attacker. Having been a sparring partner for Dan Hengmo since childhood, he was more than capable of handling these thugs with ease, requiring no real effort on his part.

Within a minute, Dan Hengyao had all the thugs floored, gasping for air and lying motionless, almost as if they were dead.

"I warned you to run. Why try to show off?" Dan Hengyao said with a hint of exasperation, stepping over them with a look of disappointment.

The thugs, now drained of their energy, lay defeated. Had they known the extent of Dan Hengyao's prowess, they would have fled long before.

Ruan Ruan lay in the backseat, her chest rising and falling with breath, the only sign to Dan Hengyao that she was still alive.

As Dan Hengyao was about to video call Dan Hengmo, a sudden and violent screech of brakes sounded from behind. Turning around, he saw a Koenigsegg—the car Dan Hengmo favored above all others. Only three existed in the world, and the single one in City A belonged to Dan Hengmo.

Dan Hengyao hadn't even made the call; how had Dan Hengmo arrived so quickly? He had knocked out all the men Dan Hengmo had sent to protect Ruan Ruan. How had he received the news?

Dan Hengmo stepped out of the car, his expression dark and foreboding. If anything happened to Ruan Ruan today, he was certain he wouldn't be able to restrain himself from killing his reckless younger brother.

"Get out," Dan Hengmo demanded icily, his voice as chilling as frost in December, sending a shiver down one's spine.

Dan Hengyao shrugged nonchalantly and exited the car. Dan Hengmo's interactions with him were always frigid and devoid of emotion, but that was his manner with everyone, not just Hengyao.

Dan Hengmo entered the car and shut the door behind him.

Ruan Ruan lay quietly in the backseat, draped in Dan Hengyao's jacket, which concealed her exposed skin. Her left cheek was marred with bruises, clearly the work of an adult man's fist.

Dan Hengmo's fists clenched, his hands shaking imperceptibly, the darkness in his eyes deepening to a sinister red. For the first time, he was terrified to look at a woman's body, dreading the sight of what he never wished to see.