C18 Why Is There a Wound on Her Body?

An hour earlier, Dan Hengmo was working in his office when he began to feel inexplicably restless, sensing that something bad was about to unfold. He summoned Qin Yu and instructed his subordinates to retrieve a video of Ruan Ruan.

Qin Yu chuckled, "Master Hengmo, you're acting as if it's been ages since we last met."

"Cut the chatter," Dan Hengmo snapped, his brow furrowed.

Accustomed to Master Hengmo's irascible mood, Qin Yu dialed the numbers of the two individuals assigned to protect Ruan Ruan, but to no avail—none of them answered.

"What's the matter?" Dan Hengmo noticed Qin Yu's unease. A wave of fear washed over him, feeling as though his heart was in a vice grip.

Qin Yu set down his phone and reported, "Master Hengmo, they're unreachable." That could only mean one of two things: they were either dead or kidnapped, severing all contact with the organization. There was no other reason for the silence.

Dan Hengmo rose from his chair, his face etched with urgency—a look Qin Yu had never witnessed before. He had always regarded Dan Hengmo as an emotionless automaton, yet now he was visibly shaken over a woman.

"Locate Ruan Ruan within ten minutes," Dan Hengmo commanded with a steely voice, unaware that his attempt at detachment couldn't mask the underlying panic.

He had been so discreet; the C Society shouldn't have been able to discover Ruan Ruan's whereabouts. But apart from the C Society, no one else could outmatch his people, each one a handpicked elite.

Dan Hengmo's gaze was dark and intimidating, his visage frosted over like that of an enraged king cobra.

Qin Yu reviewed Ruan Ruan's call log and discovered the last call was from Shi Xuerong to Ruan Ruan.

Shi Xuerong reaching out to Ruan Ruan was certainly not a harbinger of good news. The fact that the protectors hadn't informed Qin Yu implied they had lost contact before Ruan Ruan took the call or met with Shi Xuerong.

Dan Hengmo rose to his feet, grabbed his car keys, and left. He had given Qin Yu ten minutes, but he couldn't bear to wait even a minute longer. He was determined to find his woman himself.

In the hospital ward, Shi Xuerong examined her reflection in a mirror. A deep, four to five-centimeter-long gash marred her face. The doctor had warned that even after healing, a scar would remain—a scar that not even plastic surgery could fully erase.

"Ruan Ruan, I will repay everything you've done to me twofold. You take such pride in your purity, don't you? I'm curious to see just how wanton you'll be beneath those men," Shi Xuerong sneered at her reflection, her expression twisted with malice.

Suddenly, the door was kicked open, and a figure strode in.

Shi Xuerong whirled around to find a black object pressed to her temple—a gun. Her eyes widened in terror as she recognized the intruder.

Dan Hengmo stood before her, his face a mask of chilling indifference, more daunting than outright rage. His expressionless visage was that of the grim reaper, capable of snuffing out life without a sound.

"Where is Ruan Ruan?" Dan Hengmo demanded, his voice devoid of emotion, colder than the steel of the gun he wielded.

Shi Xuerong, masking her panic, feigned ignorance. "What are you talking about? I have no idea. Leave now, or I'll call the police."

Dan Hengmo chambered a round in the gun. Call the police? If he feared the law, he wouldn't be here with a gun, let alone pressing it to Shi Xuerong's head.

At the sound of the gun being readied, Shi Xuerong began to scream. What kind of man was Dan Hengmo, to brazenly brandish a firearm?

With a loud bang, the gun discharged, shattering the overhead light. Fragments rained down, peppering Shi Xuerong's body with tiny cuts.

Paralyzed with fear, Shi Xuerong found herself speechless, her eyes wide with horror as she stared at Dan Hengmo.

Dan Hengmo had no patience for further idle chatter with Shi Xuerong. He didn't wish for her death; that would be too merciful. He intended to see her disgraced, unable to boast in front of his woman again, to have her kneel before his woman.

"Where is Ruan Ruan?" Dan Hengmo demanded, his face an icy mask. If Shi Xuerong uttered any more nonsense, he was ready to blow her head off.

Shi Xuerong's gaze fell to the shattered glass strewn across the bed. The icy barrel of the gun at her head was a clear message: speak the truth or end up like the fragmented lamp.

She gave an address, not daring to withhold any information. After revealing the location, curiosity overcame her fear. "Who are you?" she asked, her voice tinged with resentment. Why did Ruan Ruan have so many people doting on her?

"You're dealing with someone beyond your reach," Qin Yu interjected, having arrived just in time.

Without sparing Qin Yu a glance, Dan Hengmo swiftly departed. Shi Xuerong could wait; Ruan Ruan was his priority. He was consumed with thoughts of her well-being.

The more he dwelled on it, the colder his heart grew. His dark eyes were stained with a bloodthirsty crimson. Dan Hengmo's grip on the steering wheel tightened, his foot pushing the accelerator to the floor. The car raced at breakneck speed, yet to him, it felt agonizingly slow.

Inside the car, Dan Hengmo's hand hovered, hesitating to remove Ruan Ruan's clothing. His mind was tormented by a succession of harrowing images. He clenched his fists, struggling to regain his composure.

From outside the window, Dan Hengyao observed Dan Hengmo. Throughout their lives, Dan Hengmo had always maintained a stoic facade toward him. Never had he seen his brother show concern or fear for anyone.

"Brother, she's alright," Dan Hengyao spoke up.

The notion that Dan Hengmo could feel fear was alien to Dan Hengyao. He had never witnessed his brother scared of anything. Today, he saw these emotions for the first time, a testament to the girl's significance to Dan Hengmo.

He felt relieved that Ruan Ruan hadn’t abandoned him.

Upon hearing Dan Hengyao’s words, Dan Hengmo glanced back at him, his eyes so deep and dark that his thoughts remained a mystery.

“Don’t doubt me. Take a look at the thugs sprawled on the ground, and you’ll realize just how formidable I am,” Dan Hengyao said, stepping on a thug’s hand, eliciting a ghastly scream from the man.

“Turn around,” Dan Hengmo instructed, his voice now devoid of its earlier chill.

Dan Hengyao turned his back and shoved the thug at his feet aside. He had witnessed everything but wouldn’t dare speak of it.

Observing Dan Hengyao’s compliance, Dan Hengmo removed his suit jacket and discarded Dan Hengyao’s clothing. His woman was not to wear another man’s attire.

Suddenly, Dan Hengmo’s gaze intensified, a piercing red flash stabbing into his eyes like a dagger.

He draped his jacket over Ruan Ruan and forcefully swung open the car door. Was she really unharmed?

“Why does she have injuries?” Dan Hengmo inquired.

Dan Hengyao flinched at the icy tone in Dan Hengmo’s voice. An angry outburst from his brother was not as terrifying as his coldness. Have you ever seen a predator lying motionless on the ground? You might think it's merely sleeping, but in truth, it’s the predator's tranquil moment before delivering a lethal strike.