"What’s the problem? It’s their own consensual affair; what does it have to do with us? Besides us, who knows that we’re the ones behind this? Even if Jun Moyan finds out it was us, can he provide any evidence? His woman and his brother sneaking around—maybe I did him a favor by setting him up for the headlines." Jun Wuyang was already somewhat eager, imagining Jun Moyan’s expression when he would see his woman and his most respected elder brother together.
"Handle it by the book."
"Is this medicine harmful to humans? We can’t let Wuchen consume it if it’s harmful."
"You guys, how can you do this? You all will face retribution." Xiaocha’s eyes reddened with anger as she reached for her phone to make a call, but her phone was snatched away just as she took it out.
The previously mentioned short, thin man reappeared in the hall.
"Young Master Jun, what should we do with her?" The short, thin man turned off Xiaocha’s phone and tossed it aside.
The "her" he was referring to was Xiaocha.
"We obviously can’t keep her."
"You, what are you going to do?!" Xiaocha, frightened, clung tight to Wen Xiao’ai.
"Take that Wen girl to a room first."
The short, thin man nodded and moved forward to grab Wen Xiao’ai.
"Don’t you touch her." Xiaocha clung tighter to Wen Xiao’ai, shrinking back.
The short, thin man did not even glance at Xiaocha; he kept moving forward without stopping.
Just as his hand was about to touch Wen Xiao’ai, the short, thin man suddenly seemed possessed.
Out of nowhere, he slapped himself in the face.
The loud slap baffled everyone present.
Before anyone could react, the short, thin man slapped himself again, and then couldn’t stop, repeatedly hitting his own face.
The slap sounds were incessant.
"What are you doing?!" Jun Wuyang frowned, watching the short, thin man enthusiastically hitting himself.
"I, I don’t know, my hand isn’t listening to me anymore." The short, thin man had a haunted expression and continued to hit himself while talking.
In just a moment, half of his face swelled up, and the corner of his mouth was split, bleeding.
"Young master, you, you have to help me." The short, thin man looked terrified as he pleaded with Jun Wuyang for help.
As soon as he spoke, his legs also started acting of their own accord.
Jun Wuyang watched as the short, thin man, slapping his own face and walking toward him with a terrified expression, furrowed his brow and instinctively backed away.
"Don’t come any closer."
Jun Wuyang shouted at him furiously.
"Young master, I, I can’t control myself." The short, thin man’s face was in pain, apparently trying to control his actions.
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Jun Wuyang stepped back several times, thinking the distance would be safe, but the short, thin man suddenly lunged at him frantically.
Jun Wuyang, already weak, couldn’t dodge in time and was knocked to the ground.
Before Jun Wuyang could resist, several heavy punches crazily smashed into his face.
Seeing Jun Wuyang in danger, Madam Jun tried to call the bodyguards, but when she opened her mouth, only several barks came out.
Mrs. Jun stood up, shouting outside the door.
Madam Jun tried to rescue Jun Wuyang but ended up being punched twice by the frenzied short, thin man.
She barked twice directly from the impact.
Two maids stepped forward to help but couldn’t stop the frenzied man and got hit by the short, thin man as well.
The hall instantly turned chaotic.
Mrs. Jun was anxiously pacing: "Quick, go call someone."