Freed from the Scarred Man’s grip, Ji Wei’s body could no longer hold itself upright, and she weakly slid to the ground.
Mo Qian rushed forward, catching her in his arms before she collapsed.
Seeing her drenched in blood, even her face covered in gory stains, Mo Qian’s chest tightened with an unbearable ache, his eyes tinged with a deep red.
"Ji Wei, I’m sorry. I came too late. I’m so sorry..."
Overwhelmed with heartache, Mo Qian held the woman tightly in his arms, his voice soft and low.
Ji Wei strained to maintain a shred of clarity. Upon recognizing the man holding her, her lips twitched into a faint smile.
"Yes, I’ve come. It’s alright now. It’s all over..."
Mo Qian’s hoarse voice trembled with emotion, a faint sob stuck in his throat.
"I... didn’t lose..."
Ji Wei struggled to force out a few words, but before she could finish, her vision turned black, and she fell unconscious.
Looking at the tortured and fainted woman in his arms, Mo Qian’s eyes burned with fury, his fingers curling into a clenched fist, his whole body trembling lightly.
Those who dared to harm his woman, to leave her in this miserable state, he would make sure not one of them escaped his wrath!
Mo Qian removed his jacket and wrapped it tightly around Ji Wei.
Then, cradling her carefully in his arms, his dark eyes simmering with rage, he approached the Scarred Man.
By then, the Scarred Man had already been subdued and was kneeling on the ground, not even daring to breathe heavily.
Seeing Mo Qian’s tall figure closing in, he was so terrified he lost control, his body trembling violently.
Mo Qian stomped down hard on the Scarred Man’s shoulder, forcing him lower until one could audibly hear the sickening crack of bones shattering underfoot.
The Scarred Man screamed in agony and collapsed to the ground, twisting into a contorted heap.
Mo Qian gave him no reprieve, immediately driving his foot between the man’s legs, grinding down with merciless force.
With that single move, the Scarred Man’s lower body was utterly ruined.
The Scarred Man couldn’t even muster a scream, his body convulsing uncontrollably as thick blood gushed out from below.
Mo Qian withdrew his foot with disgust, his gaze cold and venomous. "Drag this beast out and deal with him. He has no right to live any longer."
His voice cut through the air, chilling and terrifying, as if it came straight from Hell itself.
"Don’t kill me... no... ugh..."
The Scarred Man barely started pleading before Chen Ke stepped forward, clamping his hand tightly around the man’s throat. No more sounds escaped him.
Mo Qian spared the Scarred Man not a single glance, turning instead to the woman in his arms. His gaze softened as he stared at her pale face, speaking with tender pain: "Weiwei, I’ll take you home."
Ji Wei had no idea how long she had been unconscious.
During that time, she groggily woke for a moment, glimpsing figures in white coats moving around her. But her strength was utterly sapped, and after barely opening her eyes, she fell back into a deep slumber.
When she finally woke again, she found herself lying in a bed at Shanshui Manor. Her arm was wrapped in gauze, aching faintly, and her head still felt heavy and muddled.
Ji Wei slowly shifted her gaze and saw the man seated by her bedside.
Mo Qian was staring down at her. When he noticed her eyes opening, a spark lit up in his otherwise gloomy gaze.
Taking her hand, his voice raspy, he spoke gently: "Ji Wei, it’s over now."
She wanted to say something, but as she opened her lips, she found her throat so parched she could barely utter a sound: "Water..."
Her lips moved faintly, and Mo Qian immediately guessed what she needed.
He quickly stood up, poured her a glass of water, and brought it to her.
Ji Wei tried to sit up. But as soon as she moved, the bite wound on her arm pulled painfully, making her frown deeply.
Mo Qian immediately pressed her down gently. "Let me help you. I’ll feed you."