"Aren’t you coming over? Are you waiting to be abducted?" Jun Moyan’s voice rang out, slightly annoyed, interrupting the two who were talking as if no one else was present.
Wen Xiao’ai clenched her small hands together, her head slightly bowed, still unwilling to come over due to the anger and grievances she had suffered that day. Googlᴇ search n͟o͟v͟e͟l͟f͟i͟r͟e͟.net
Bai Tang was quite pleased with Wen Xiao’ai’s reaction. He looked at Jun Moyan as if declaring sovereignty, "Rest assured, Third Young Master Jun, I will take good care of this person, nourish her well. Even if she gets extremely angry, I will absolutely not force her to leave."
His words were obviously mocking and ridiculing Jun Moyan.
Before Jun Moyan could react, Bai Tang turned to his men and commanded, "Show the guests out."
A dozen bodyguards in black stepped forward again, semi-encircling Qing Yi, Bai Yi, and Jun Moyan.
One of them gestured towards the direction of the stairs, "This way, please."
Jun Moyan ignored them, his eyes still fixed on Wen Xiao’ai. He suppressed his fury, and once again spoke in a calm tone,
Wen Xiao’ai pressed her lips together, thinking that if she didn’t leave now, Jun Moyan would either leave by himself soon or a fight would break out.
With this thought, she hesitated no longer, somewhat awkwardly shifted her steps, but after just two steps, her arm was grabbed.
Wen Xiao’ai turned to look at Bai Tang, "What are you doing? Let go of me."
As she spoke, she tried to pull her hand back, but to no avail, she could only try to pry Bai Tang’s fingers off.
Jun Moyan, almost without thinking, pushed away the bodyguard blocking his path and strode towards the struggling duo with a murderous aura.
Walking up without a word, he kicked at Bai Tang, his footwork sharp and fast, making it difficult to defend against.
Bai Tang, to dodge the kick, had no choice but to release Wen Xiao’ai and stepped backward.
Jun Moyan extended his arm and swept Wen Xiao’ai into his embrace.
Wen Xiao’ai subconsciously clung to his clothes.
Seeing this, the bodyguards hastily drew their guns and aimed at Jun Moyan.
Qing Yi and Bai Yi quickly disarmed the two closest men.
The gun barrels were pointed at them, and they retreated, moving closer to Jun Moyan, using their bodies to shield him from the dozen gun barrels.
The atmosphere grew increasingly tense, and the onlookers all drew back, some of the more faint-hearted had already run away.
Bai Tang sneered with a curl of his lip, "This is the first time I’ve seen you so uncomposed, and all because of a woman, Jun Moyan. You really have made me see you in a new light, but..."
Bai Tang said, looking toward Wen Xiao’ai in Jun Moyan’s arms, "I am more interested in your woman. I really want to know what kind of woman she is, to make you do such things."
"I’d advise you not to court death."
Jun Moyan warned, glancing at him, then lowered his hand from Wen Xiao’ai’s shoulder and instead took her hand, ready to leave.
"Thinking of leaving? It’s not that simple." Bai Tang’s words echoed behind them.
A flurry of footsteps sounded, and a dozen more armed bodyguards in black surged down from the third floor.
Jun Moyan furrowed his brow and tightened his grip on Wen Xiao’ai’s hand.
It seemed as if he was telling her not to be afraid, that he was there.
However, Wen Xiao’ai indicated that even three times the people wouldn’t be a problem—if she could just lift a finger, these people wouldn’t be able to move—
Of course, assuming she could actually use the "Spell".
"Leave the girl behind, and I’ll pretend you were never here." Bai Tang spoke once again.
Jun Moyan turned around, sneering at Bai Tang, "Think carefully before you act against me."