Chapter 68

But Ye Qingfeng didn’t think so, even though Anbi didn’t care and had already forgiven him.

But Ye Qingfeng wouldn’t forgive himself so easily—at least not until Anbi’s wounds were fully healed and not a single scar remained.

The immediate priority was to bandage Anbi’s wounds; they were still far from the Rabbit Den, so for safety’s sake, it was better to search nearby for a pharmacy or clinic.

“Do you know where there’s a pharmacy or clinic around here?!” Ye Qingfeng stepped forward, gripping Anbi’s wrist with a serious expression and an unyielding tone: “Forget everything else! Let me bandage you first!”

Saying this, Ye Qingfeng pulled Anbi’s hand and assumed a running stance toward the Rabbit Den—if they happened upon a pharmacy on the way back, all the better; if not, returning directly to the Rabbit Den was a fallback option.

Just as he pushed off with his foot and leaned forward, a sudden tug yanked him off balance—he ended up splitting his legs wide open right there in front of Anbi.

Ye Qingfeng was about to turn around and complain that Anbi was being unreasonable—couldn’t she wait until after the bandaging?

“Just go through that alley, and there’s a clinic right there.”

Anbi slowly raised the hand holding the bag, pointing a finger toward the side alley entrance, her tone flat as she stated the fact.

The shopping bag had been Anbi’s strong insistence—Ye Qingfeng had originally planned to leave both heavy bags by the roadside and take her to get bandaged first.

But these two bags were her entire food supply for today!

Blood may drip, sweat may fall, but food must not be lost!!!

Anbi even threw a tantrum—she refused to be bandaged unless the shopping bag came with them.

In the end, Ye Qingfeng, the person who spoiled Anbi more than anyone else in the world, reluctantly agreed—he’d planned to carry both bags himself, but she fiercely refused, pointing out simply that both her hands weren’t injured.

“Anbi… why didn’t you say so earlier…?”

Ye Qingfeng struggled to his feet; the full split had dealt a heavy blow to both his body and his spirit, and he glared at Anbi with a resentful, wounded look.

Anbi felt uneasy under his gaze—not because of his stare, but because he was staring at her.

“Enough, let’s go!”

Ye Qingfeng didn’t dwell on it—his priority was still Anbi’s wounds. He pulled her into the dim alley.

Though called an alley, it was wide enough for three people to walk side by side, but it reeked of mildew and carried a chill.

Perhaps because Anbi was beside him, Ye Qingfeng didn’t feel particularly cold—he hurried forward, pulling her along.

Choosing a deserted country path over a congested road saves time, but you must accept its twists and turns.

Near the alley’s exit, two figures appeared: one with a large tattooed arm, the other a yellow-haired kid smoking a cigarette—given their appearance, it would’ve been strange if they weren’t up to no good.

The two also noticed Ye Qingfeng and Anbi’s arrival, exchanged a glance, and the one crouching on the ground stood up.

“Hey!”

Pedestrian A tilted his mouth, flicked away his cigarette, and sauntered toward them with an arrogant sneer.

Seeing the situation, Anbi instinctively hid behind Ye Qingfeng, pressing herself closer to him.

“Bro, I’m broke right now!” Pedestrian A stepped within a meter of Ye Qingfeng, rubbing two fingers together, head tilted up, eyes fierce: “Don’t need much—just fifty or sixty thousand Ding Ni.”

“I only have this much, let us pass.”

Ye Qingfeng forced out a grim smile, pulled a bag of Ding Ni from his pocket, and tossed it into Pedestrian A’s arms.

He just wanted Anbi’s wounds treated—this guy better get out of the way, and he’d treat it as collateral damage from taking the country road.

Pedestrian A shook the bag, heard the clinking inside, smirked, glanced back at Pedestrian B, received a nod, then stepped aside to let them pass.

Ye Qingfeng immediately grabbed Anbi’s wrist and pulled her to the side farthest from Pedestrian B, walking calmly between them toward the alley exit.

“Wait!”

They hadn’t taken three steps when Pedestrian B called out. Ye Qingfeng instantly shielded Anbi behind him, frowning as he turned back.

Their position was awkward—trapped between two foes—but Ye Qingfeng felt no fear, even found it amusing—he’d just witnessed what “not dying if you don’t provoke” truly meant.

To be blunt, even if Anbi, this powerhouse, didn’t move, Ye Qingfeng, this melee novice by comparison, could knock them both out with a single punch each.

He wasn’t strong—only compared to the battle-goddesses he knew.

“The girl stays. You can go.”

Pedestrian B leered, pointing a finger at Anbi behind Ye Qingfeng.

“Eh—!”

Ye Qingfeng sighed deeply, resigned. Before he acted, he asked one last time: “No regrets?”

“Regrets? Are you kidding? Or do you think I’m joking?!” Pedestrian B clenched his fists, knuckles cracking, sneering as he strode toward Ye Qingfeng. When he finally saw Anbi’s face, his lust flared—he shouted to Pedestrian A: “Big bro, watch the girl—don’t let her run! I’ll handle this guy!”

Pedestrian A silently lit another cigarette and stood at the alley’s exit.

“Qingfeng, can you handle this?” In the tense silence, a clear female voice cut through—calm, detached, as if stating a simple fact: “I don’t want my clothes dirty.”

Pedestrians A and B froze, bewildered—why weren’t these two panicked, despite being outnumbered?

And what did she mean, “I don’t want my clothes dirty”? Shouldn’t she be begging for mercy?!

But Ye Qingfeng instantly understood Anbi’s meaning—literally, nothing more.

Now he understood why Anbi had hidden behind him just now—normally, she’d have knocked them both out already.

But such a nice outfit getting stained… truly a pity… wait!!

Clothes damaged? 500,000 Ding Ni?!

Ye Qingfeng’s eyes sharpened instantly. Without hesitation, while Pedestrian B was still stunned, he unleashed a full-power uppercut—landing squarely on his abdomen.

“Eh! Huh…”

He groaned, his body arching perfectly, eyes rolling back as he collapsed into peaceful unconsciousness.

He hit the ground with a loud “THUD!”—only then did Pedestrian A, standing at the alley’s mouth, snap out of his daze and frantically reach behind his back.

His fingers brushed the cold metal object there—he instantly regained confidence, feeling invincible again.