A flash of silver, reflecting the sunlight, dazzled with blinding brilliance!
That was a Silver Needle!
Ran Lengxuan had almost no time to think before his body had already charged forward, tackling Ling Xuejiu to the ground, because the direction from which the silver light shot was exactly where Ling Xuejiu was located.
Although Ran Lengxuan was completely confident he could deflect the Silver Needle with a gust from his palm, that would be overly shocking and unconventional. He didn’t want to reveal his secret, so he had no choice but to take this less than ideal measure.
The scene unfolded too eerily and too swiftly, so much so that Ling Xuejiu had no chance to react before she was pressed down beneath Ran Lengxuan.
"What are you doing?" Ling Xuejiu’s first reaction after freeing her hands was to deliver a ferocious slap to Ran Lengxuan’s face, producing a crisp ’smack’, drawing the sidelong glances of the surrounding students, all wearing expressions of utter confusion about what had happened.
Ran Lengxuan, seemingly oblivious to the pain, quickly scrambled to his feet, then turned his head, his gaze like two Swords of Rain, scouring the nearby crowd. From afar, he locked onto a figure, and although he couldn’t be sure it was this person, that person had already deeply captured his attention. He saw the individual slowly advancing through the crowd—a tall, slim youth dressed in a black, tight-fitted suit, wearing large yellow cowhide boots, sporting long hair, and several iron chains dangling from his waist, exuding an air of proud isolation.
The youth was deemed proud because his walking pace was deliberate, unhurried, with each step rhythmic as if the sky falling wouldn’t disrupt his stride. People in front of him, whether male or female, all stepped aside the moment they saw him, clearly very fearful of the youth.
Although it was just a figure from behind, to Ran Lengxuan, the youth not only appeared lofty and proud but also as if he was unrivaled in the world.
The fact that there could be such a talent in the school truly surprised him. Just as he was preparing to follow and find out more, Ling Xuejiu, after having slapped him and seeing no response, became even more infuriated. She blocked his path and hissed through clenched teeth, "What were you doing just now?"
Ran Lengxuan inwardly sighed—in the time that had passed, the youth had already disappeared around the corner. Helplessly, he could only offer a wry smile and said, ’My dear...’
"Don’t call me that, call me Ling Xuejiu!" Ling Xuejiu, fearing Ran Lengxuan might expose her identity as her bodyguard, quickly interjected to prevent him from addressing her as ’Miss’.
With an indifferent ’oh’, Ran Lengxuan said, "Ling... Xuejiu, I’m really sorry about what happened just now, but I’ll give you a satisfactory answer after I get back." Having said that, he walked past Ling Xuejiu and started searching the ground.
Seeing Ran Lengxuan treating her with such disregard, Ling Xuejiu felt her anger mounting the more she thought about it. She thought, ’What right do you have? You’re just my bodyguard, and yet you act so arrogantly, hmph! I must find a way to make you leave.’ Of course, angry as she was, she could only hold back when she noticed the students around watching the scene between her and Ran Lengxuan like it was some kind of spectacle. She definitely did not want to cause a scene and reveal that Ran Lengxuan was her bodyguard.
Just then, the sound of an ambulance siren came from outside. Moments later, several medical staff members ran over with a stretcher, one of them wiping sweat from his forehead as he said, "Students, who’s injured here?" These were staff from the school’s affiliated hospital. With a third of the students hailing from affluent or powerful families, if any of these wealthy second-generation kids were to be injured or maimed, the chaos their families could stir up would put the school in an untenable position. Should the school board blame them for any incident, the hospital would not be out of the line of fire either!