C20 Prince Wants to Clear the Place!

Both men were dressed in suits, presenting a facade of refinement, yet there was a chilling glint in their eyes that sent shivers down one's spine.

"What do you want?" stammered the head criminal.

But the only response was the sound of a fist slicing through the air.

Gong Lingye's driver and special assistant were trained in martial arts. In mere moments, they had subdued two assailants. They then pinned the third, who was attempting to flee, underfoot.

"Keep one alive. Find out who's behind this, then clean up the mess," commanded Gong Lingye, his voice cold and merciless in the darkness.

"Understood," Pei Jun acknowledged. He and the driver swiftly bound the captives. Pei Jun then made a call: "Aa Mian, bring some people over. The Prince wants a clean sweep."

At that moment, Soong Yiren was completely drained.

Her body was frail, weakened by a long lack of exercise, and she felt faint from the slightest exertion.

She knew she had to muster her strength, but despite her mind's urgent commands, her body refused to budge.

A searing pain tore through her lower abdomen, with waves of strange, terrifying heat coursing through her veins.

Beside her, the man who lay in a pool of blood was dragged away, his shouts silenced by a single palm strike from his captor, leaving him without even a whimper.

Then, Soong Yiren's gaze fell upon a pair of polished, gleaming leather shoes.

She looked up to see a tall, imposing figure, but the dim light obscured his features, leaving his expression a mystery.

In the next instant, she felt her weight lifted as she was swept up into strong arms.

Pei Jun was taken aback to see Gong Lingye spontaneously embrace a woman, but he quickly recovered, opening the car's rear door for them.

Once inside the car, Soong Yiren's grip on her blood-stained dagger did not go unnoticed by Gong Lingye, whose eyes sparkled with a newfound curiosity.

He had clearly witnessed her act of violence, her eyes betraying a resolve and chill that belied her youth.

The sight before him sparked a light in his eyes and sent his blood racing. He realized that his heart, dormant since the death of that girl three years ago, was finally showing signs of life.

Gong Lingye fetched a towel from the rack and deftly removed the dagger from Soong Yiren's grasp to prevent her from injuring herself. He then meticulously cleaned her bloodied hand with the towel.

"We're heading to the hotel," he instructed the driver.

The driver promptly set the car in motion, while Pei Jun remained behind, awaiting the arrival of Aa Mian and the others.

Soon, several figures emerged at the entrance of the pitch-black alley. They acknowledged Pei Jun with a nod and heaved the bound captives onto a truck.

Next, someone from the truck brought down a specialized cleaning solution and a bucket, erasing every bloodstain from the ground.

They handled the task with practiced ease, their experience evident. In under ten minutes, the alley was spotless, devoid of any trace of the earlier violence, the stench of blood completely purged from the air.

Inside Gong Lingye's car, Soong Yiren knew she had been rescued. She turned to the man next to her and murmured her gratitude, "Thank you."

He leaned in close, his gaze shadowed and intense. His warm breath caressed her ear as he spoke in a low, magnetic voice that was irresistibly enticing, "How many times have I saved you now? How do you plan to thank me?"

Soong Yiren's ears burned, her mind clouded, the heat coursing through her veins threatening to consume her.

She shifted uncomfortably closer to Gong Lingye, drawn to something indefinable about him that seemed to soothe the deep-seated itch within her.

As she moved, his lips grazed her cheek, coming to rest at the corner of her mouth.

The air in the car was thick with tension, and Soong Yiren let out an involuntary whimper.

His eyes darkened upon seeing her act as if overwhelmed by the heat, her hand moving almost instinctively to tear at her already frayed clothing.

Gong Lingye acted swiftly, pressing a button. The panel in the car lowered immediately, shielding the backseat from view.

With narrowed eyes, he was about to question Soong Yiren's awareness of her actions when she suddenly pressed her face into his chest. Her face continued to slide downward, her body seemingly too weak to hold itself up, sending shivers through him with her every touch.

In the end, she found herself lying across his legs.

Moreover, her face had inadvertently nestled into his most sensitive area!