C3 He Wants Her to Die

A solid kick landed squarely on his chest, the force behind it enough to shatter internal organs at worst or cause severe lung damage at best. Either way, it was crippling.

"Sorry, but once I set my sights on something, I never let go," Muchen said with a charming smirk, his dark eyes seeming to see through her every move. He leaned slightly to the side, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

Luo Youran, her kick missing its mark, prepared to pull back her leg, but Muchen was quicker. He grabbed her long leg and pulled, causing her to lose balance and fall into his arms.

In one swift motion, she flicked out a sharp blade, aiming it straight for Muchen's neck, her voice icy as she warned, "Back off, or I'll kill you!"

"Kill me? I doubt you can," Muchen replied with a hint of amusement. He had anticipated her move and was ready. Just as the blade was a hair's breadth from his neck, he caught her wrist with his large hand.

Seeing his intent, Luo Youran engaged him in a few more exchanges. The blade grazed her arm, leaving a thin, two-inch cut on her pale skin.

Her once smooth arm was quickly stained with blood, a sight both alarming and mesmerizing as droplets fell to the ground like blooming crimson flowers.

Biting back the pain, Luo Youran was about to strike again when Muchen's bodyguards surged forward, surrounding her completely.

Facing the encircling shadows, Luo Youran clenched her fists tightly, her eyes as cold as ice as she glared at Muchen. "What do you want, Muchen?" she demanded fiercely.

Muchen's eyes sparkled with amusement, a casual smile playing on his lips. "What do you think, Little Wild Cat?"

With a flirtatious wink, he turned to Luo Youran.

Luo Youran was utterly disgusted, but she knew she wasn't a match for him right now. She calmly laid her cards on the table: "Muchen, I have no grudge against you. I approached you yesterday only to get the Blood Bracelet in your possession. You should know capturing me doesn't benefit you at all."

"Little Wild Cat, who said we have no grudge? Just now in the private room, you were all over me, trying to seduce me, and even injured me with a weapon. And you say there's no grudge?" Muchen said, touching the wound on his neck, his eyes filled with an indescribable allure.

Luo Youran's anger surged, her hands trembling, yet she remained composed. "So, what do you want?"

"I want you to stay and be my personal bodyguard, ensuring my safety." Muchen raised an eyebrow, emphasizing the word "personal."

Personal bodyguard?

Luo Youran felt deeply humiliated! Her role as a mercenary queen reduced to a mere bodyguard!

"Miss Luo, if you want the Blood Bracelet, you must follow my orders," Muchen's enticing voice whispered in her ear.

Her heart skipped a beat as she glanced at the approaching bodyguards. Taking a deep breath, she suppressed her anger, a sly glint flashing in her eyes.

She was bound to escape, so why not stay close to Muchen, seize the opportunity to take the Blood Bracelet, and then deal with the man who had humiliated her?

"Fine, I'll follow your lead, Young Master Xi. But let me see the Blood Bracelet. I need to know it's with you." She softened her expression, flashing a captivating smile, watching Muchen's every move.

"Mr. Wang." Muchen, having observed all of Luo Youran's actions, gestured to his assistant, Mr. Wang, who promptly produced a black box.

Upon opening the box, a flawless Blood Bracelet lay inside, untouched and pristine. As Luo Youran gazed at it, a sharp pang hit her heart, and she imagined her mother's loving eyes watching over her.

"Miss Luo, you've seen the Blood Bracelet. If you take good care of me and keep me satisfied, I might just give it to you," Xi Muchen's voice was teasing yet seductive. Luo Youran quickly snapped back to reality and replied sweetly, "Alright, I hope you keep your word, Young Master Xi."

With their agreement reached, they turned to leave. Hidden in the shadows, Mo Feng's eyes gleamed. He hadn't gone far, merely stepped back into the darkness, summoning his bodyguards.

Now, having seen the Blood Bracelet himself, he was determined to have it. Luo Youran knew him too well, and he couldn't afford to leave her around. Mo Feng waved his hand, a cold smile playing on his lips, and ordered fiercely, "Take the Blood Bracelet and eliminate Luo Youran!"

Suddenly, a shadowy figure rushed forward. Luo Youran froze, recognizing the voice all too well—it was her Feng! He wanted her dead!

"I'm sorry, Luo Youran, this is what you owe me!" Mo Feng, pushing his wheelchair, stared at her with the icy gaze of a thousand-year-old glacier.

Luo Youran watched in shock as Mo Feng picked up a gun, aiming it directly at her. Her eyes turned red in an instant.

"Bang!"

A bullet flew straight toward Luo Youran.