Chapter 119

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Protagonist:

Lin Hao

Just as Lin Hao ran over in a frantic panic, wanting to hurry and stop Cheng Yaya from continuing to cling to Yuan Shanqing, suddenly — *clang* — Yuan Yong burst out of the room like a rabid mad dog.

His eyes were bloodshot, shot through with red veins; the muscles on his face twisted with rage, and he kept panting heavily, looking every bit a fiend.

Without a word, Yuan Yong thrust out that thick, vein-bulging arm, and with shocking speed and strength, he violently yanked the defenseless Cheng Yaya inside.

This sudden turn of events scared Yuan Shanqing stiff; her eyes went wide in an instant, her face full of terror, mouth gaping wide, as if time itself had frozen at this moment.

But it was only a moment before Yuan Shanqing reacted; a flash of resolve crossed her eyes, and she threw herself at Yuan Yong without regard for anything.

As she ran she screamed at the top of her lungs: "Dad, what are you doing! Let him go! You can't make another mistake!"

Yuan Shanqing reached out both hands, clamped them tight around Yuan Yong's arm, and pulled with all her might, trying to drag Cheng Yaya out of Yuan Yong's grip.

But by now Yuan Yong had already lost all reason; grabbed like that by Yuan Shanqing, he reacted like an enraged beast, violently shaking his arm and cursing viciously: "Stinking brat, get lost! Don't get in my way here!"

That enormous force sent Yuan Shanqing flying like a rag doll, slamming her hard onto the ground.

"Ah!" Yuan Shanqing cried out in pain; her elbow was scraped raw, blood slowly seeping out, her knee knocked against the floor, tears spinning in her eyes from the pain, yet she still struggled to climb up and stop Yuan Yong again.

Yanked so hard by Yuan Yong, Cheng Yaya instantly lost balance and *thud* — crashed onto the floor inside the room like a sack. He only felt his head spin, his back searing with pain, heart both shocked and scared; in his panic he just tried to scramble up, but Yuan Yong gave him no chance at all.

Yuan Yong lifted his foot, a savage grin on his face, still cursing: "Little bastard, dare ruin my fun, let's see if I don't teach you a lesson today!"

With that, he viciously kicked Cheng Yaya in the back.

"Ow!" Cheng Yaya felt a bone-crushing agony tear through his back, his whole body lunged forward, face scraping the floor — a solid face-plant.

A large patch of his face was scraped raw, mouth full of dust; he coughed nonstop, tears streaming, coughing and shouting: "Cough cough… you bastard, cough cough…"

Seeing this, Lin Hao's heart *thumped*; he knew clearly the situation was critical beyond measure — absolutely could not wait for the police any longer, had to act right now.

Without the slightest hesitation he swiftly thrust his hand into his schoolbag, gripping the electric baton tight; ever since Li Dahai gave it to him, he had secretly practiced with it many times in private, and had mastered its use and techniques quite proficiently.

Lin Hao took a deep breath, steeled his courage, then whipped the electric baton out of his bag, quickly flicked the switch, and with a *zzzt* of electric current he charged at Yuan Yong like a brave little leopard.

Lin Hao seized the moment, poured every ounce of strength into his body, and slammed the electric baton hard against Yuan Yong, roaring: "Yuan Yong, you stop right now!"

Powerful current instantly surged through Yuan Yong's whole body; his body convulsed violently, like a shocked frog, "*Ah*!" a miserable scream, and he collapsed twitching on the ground, limbs jerking nonstop, mouth mumbling indistinct curses.

At this moment Yuan Shanqing no longer cared about her own injuries; she gritted her teeth, endured the pain, and struggled up from the ground. Her eyes shone with resolve and anger; as she climbed up she shouted at Lin Hao and Cheng Yaya: "Lin Hao, Cheng Yaya, are you two okay?"

Hearing Yuan Shanqing's voice, Lin Hao and Cheng Yaya felt a little more at ease.

Lin Hao hurriedly replied: "Yuan Shanqing, we're fine, how are you?"

As they spoke, the two of them rushed together to help Cheng Yaya up.

Cheng Yaya hurt so much tears spun in his eyes; as he was helped up he muttered through sobs: "Ow, hurts so much, that bastard hits too hard, I feel like my back's gonna snap."

While carefully supporting Cheng Yaya, Lin Hao kept a tense eye on Yuan Yong, thinking he had to hurry and find a way to get Cheng Yaya out of this dangerous place.

However, after all, Lin Hao had never actually used the electric baton on a person before, had no real combat experience, so the shock duration was a bit too short.

Yuan Yong soon recovered; he scrambled up from the ground, eyes bulging like copper bells, filled with manic killing intent and savage fury.

He swiftly drew a gleaming knife from his waist; the blade flashed cold in the sunlight, sending chills down one's spine just looking at it.

Brandishing the knife, Yuan Yong slashed it through the air, cursing and roaring: "Little bastard, dare shock me, I'll take your life today! Watch me clean up all of you!"

With that, he lunged at Lin Hao, driving the knife viciously toward him.

Seeing this, Yuan Shanqing was frantic; her gaze swept wildly around, then suddenly lit up — she spotted a kitchen knife lying nearby.

Without a thought, Yuan Shanqing grabbed the kitchen knife, poured all her strength into it, and chopped down at Yuan Yong's head, screaming: "You dare hurt Lin Hao, I'll fight you to the death! You demon, I won't let you hurt anyone ever again!"

Cheng Yaya also saw Yuan Yong raise the knife; enduring the agony in his back, he desperately shouted a warning to Lin Hao: "Hao Ge, watch out!"

Hearing Cheng Yaya's urgent, terror-laced warning, Lin Hao's heart clenched; instinctively he tried to twist and dodge the deadly danger bearing down on him. His body reacted instantly, and purely by instinct he swung the electric baton he gripped tight behind him with all his force.

In this hair's-breadth moment, first came Yuan Shanqing.

Her eyes bloodshot, gaze filled with reckless resolve, she clutched the kitchen knife she had just snatched up and hacked at Yuan Yong with every ounce of strength. The knife arced through the air — *thwack* — and struck Yuan Yong's neck.

Yuan Shanqing was just a little girl after all, strength limited; this blow, though it connected, only broke the skin on Yuan Yong's neck, oozing a few threads of blood. But Yuan Shanqing did not shrink back; her hand still clung tight to the handle, not the slightest intention of letting go.

At this moment, because of Yuan Shanqing's sudden strike, Yuan Yong's body shifted slightly, and the knife originally aimed viciously at Lin Hao veered off course. Even so, the sharp blade still plunged into Lin Hao's thigh.

"Ah!" Lin Hao let out a miserable scream of pain; heart-piercing agony radiated from his thigh through his whole body in an instant.

Bean-sized beads of sweat instantly broke out on his forehead, his whole face contorted with pain.

But precisely from this pain, some even greater strength surged from who-knows-where into Lin Hao's arm; the electric baton, carrying a vicious force, smashed onto Yuan Yong's head.

This was no small blow; Yuan Yong felt his skull as if struck by a heavy hammer, instantly lost balance, and his body toppled sideways uncontrollably.

As he fell sideways, his whole body slammed into the wall, kitchen knife and all.

*Clang* — a huge crash; under that tremendous impact the kitchen knife actually sank deep into Yuan Yong's neck. Fresh blood instantly spurted from the wound, splattering everywhere.

Yuan Yong's body convulsed on the ground, his mouth making strange *gurgle-gurgle* sounds; before long the convulsions gradually slowed, and he lay on the ground, motionless.

At this moment, sirens sounded outside.