Chapter 210: Hooked a Pervert!

Huji, in her sleep, seemed to sense the danger outside; she furrowed her brows and curled her body tighter.

Wait!

Wrong!

Dead wrong!

This isn't some petty thief!

This damn thing is a pervert!

"Hey!"

"You furry-loving freak!"

"Stop right there!!!"

Ren Yidao, filled with great fury, lunged from his hiding spot toward the pervert, who was undoing his belt with trembling hands.

Damn it all.

How bold!

In broad daylight... or rather, under the dark moon of a cloudy night!

You actually want to streak!!!?

How dare you, you pervert?

Even I wouldn't dare to be this arrogant!

How dare you!

Whoosh—

An iron fist, brimming with anger and jealousy, arrived in an instant!

Jus! tice! Des! cends!

But just a split second before the fist of justice landed on the pervert's head, Ren Yidao suddenly sensed something was wrong.

"This scent, it seems—"

Not excitement?

Living beings emit different scents under different emotions.

Managing to stop his momentum just in time, Ren Yidao stood silently behind the other person and twitched his nose lightly.

Sniff, sniff.

"Ugh, such a strong smell of alcohol, and a stench of old man... disgusting."

Stinking to high heaven, brother.

Because the distance had been too great before, he hadn't smelled the other person's scent, but once he rushed right in front, that odor surged into his nose.

Aside from the nauseating smell of a middle-aged man, he suddenly realized that this person was not feeling excited because a desire was about to be fulfilled.

He was indeed nervous, but his nervousness did not stem from filthy desires.

It was fear.

This person, is he afraid?

Sure enough, right before Ren Yidao's eyes, the pervert pulled a dagger out from his pants.

The pervert was immersed in his own world, seemingly cut off from the outside, and hadn't even heard Ren Yidao's loud rebuke.

His eyes were bloodshot, his whole body reeked of alcohol, and he stared ahead, gritting his teeth.

"It's... it's you people who forced me!"

"I! I can't go on living! None of you will live either!!!"

With bloodshot eyes, he gripped the dagger backhanded and was about to stab it into his own stomach.

"Hmph! Ah!!!"

He shouted, his expression incomparably ferocious.

But the hands gripping the dagger were trembling incessantly, hesitating to push any harder.

"Ahhh... hmph hmph hmph hmph! Ahhhhh!!!"

The tip of the blade pierced into the flesh, barely breaking the skin to draw a bit of blood, but it would not go any further.

The pervert, shivering from the pain, suddenly realized what he was doing...

Suicide.

Sometimes such an impulse is simple to say, but when it comes to the actual act, one suddenly wakes up and realizes what one is doing.

Taking one's own life is many times harder than taking the life of another.

He would be afraid, he would regret it, he would turn back from his misguided path...

Suddenly, Hong Guoyi's eyes became clear.

Then, his whole body began to tremble.

Lingering fear.

Having sobered up, Hong Guoyi felt cold at this moment.

He discovered he was covered in cold sweat, and as the autumn wind blew, he couldn't help but shudder violently.

How, how, how could I have done such an impulsive thing!?

Recalling it, he had been at his wit's end and, in a breakdown, had broken his rule and drank two taels of wine, and then... the next time he opened his eyes, he was standing here bare-chested.

Gulp.

Swallowing a mouthful of saliva, Hong Guoyi held his breath, slowly moved the dagger away from his front, and let out a sigh of relief.

"Phew..."

Thank goodness, thank...

Thump!

"Ah, holy shit."

Accompanied by a soft cry, a great force transmitted from behind caused his stomach to thrust forward violently.

Pfft.

Pull in the stomach, tuck the buttocks, lift the hips, thrust forward.

Hong Guoyi's movements were smooth and continuous, even carrying a trace of an inexplicable artistic conception.

Just like performing a magic trick, more than half of the gleaming white blade in Hong Guoyi's hand disappeared on the spot!

Hong Guoyi: So cold!!?

With his mind still in a daze, he heard a light chuckle from behind that lacked any apology:

"Sorry, didn't manage to hit the brakes."

Hong Guoyi lowered his head, looked at his dagger that was now only half its length, and blankly stared for a moment.

Then...

Half of the Heavenly Street heard a wail of incomparable misery.

"Ah, ah? Ah... ahhhhhhh!!!"

It hurts!!!

Originally he hadn't felt much, but once he realized his true predicament, Hong Guoyi's sensation returned on the spot.

Even more sensitive than before.

Ah—

But soon, his howling was directly cut off.

His mouth was wide open, but not a single sound could be emitted from his throat.

Ren Yidao looked smilingly at the old man who was opening his mouth but could only puff out hot air, and curled his lips.

"Don't make a racket, isn't it just that I accidentally bumped into you? It's not like you'll break, what are you faking for? Trying to scam me?"

The impact just now was naturally no accident.

Accidentally bumped into him?

No!

This is, the old man... I pushed.

Ren Yidao, the black hand behind the scenes, had no intention of hiding after the incident, and just like that, he appeared beside the victim in a swaggering manner.

He offered a cordial greeting:

"Let me tell you, don't you think about trying to extort me, I don't buy that."

Gazing at Hong Guoyi with deep eyes, he raised his hand and pressed his index finger against the end of the dagger, applying a little force.

Sss...

Ahhh!!!

Trembling all over from the excruciating pain, a large amount of cold sweat broke out on Hong Guoyi's body.

He wanted to flee, but his body felt as if it had been filled with lead, unable to move even a fraction.

"Oh oh, sorry, does it hurt?"

Realizing Hong Guoyi's pain, Ren Yidao, whose hand had been a bit mischievous, smiled apologetically, then embarrassedly pulled the dagger back to its original length.

Hong Guoyi:???

Hiss—

"Still not right? Tsk, you sure have a lot of demands."

"Fine, fine, fine, I'll push it back for you, pushing it back is fine, right!"

Sss.

The dagger was stabbed back in again.

"Hm? This isn't right either?"

It was pulled out again.

In.

Out.

In and out...

After playing back and forth for a while, Ren Yidao looked at Hong Guoyi's eyes, which were gradually losing their luster, and felt it was about enough.

Finally, he asked the key question:

"Oh right, there's one more thing I forgot to ask, who are you?"

After all this trouble, who are you?

I don't recognize you.

"I shouldn't know you, right?"

Staring at the other party and thinking seriously for a moment, Ren Yidao confirmed that he shouldn't be face-blind, but had truly never seen this guy before.

But this made it even stranger.

"We have no grudges from the past and no enmity in the present, in the middle of the night like this, why did you come here to seek your own death?"

"What good does dying in someone else's house do for you? What is this for? You... oh?"

Thump.

Watching Hong Guoyi, who was foaming at the mouth and fell backward, Ren Yidao blinked.

"Really fainted?"

After a moment of thought, Ren Yidao realized the mistake he had made.

The people he usually interrogated were cultivators whose bodies and spirits were relatively resilient, so they could always hold out for a few rounds.

But this fellow was at most a good-for-nothing ruined by wine and women, whose physical constitution was barely better than the poorest commoners, and only by a very limited margin.

Damn it.

Someone is going to die.