The Canary that couldn't escape

Chapter 118: Chapter 118 Both Hands Were Broken

"Who are you?" Chen Yao frowned and asked, his eyes simultaneously glancing towards the bodyguard beside him.

Receiving his cue, the bodyguard came over to deliver a punch towards Gu Yixuan’s face. He lightly dodged it, and with his other hand, grabbed the bodyguard’s fist, applying a slight force. The only sound was the crunch of breaking bones, followed by the bodyguard’s scream of agony as he curled up on the ground, clutching his injured hand.

Gu Yixuan’s gaze swept indifferently over the man, landing on Chen Yao.

"I’ll let go, I’ll let go of her right now!" Chen Yao, terrified, hurriedly released Mo Ran, raising his hands to show his surrender. This man’s fighting skills were too formidable; he was simply no match for him.

Once freed, Mo Ran ran behind Gu Yixuan. She always avoided him like a snake would avoid a scorpion, but now she didn’t want to leave his side, seeking his protection instead.

Even though she knew he was detestable, she also knew that at this moment, only he could save her.

"Close your eyes," Gu Yixuan said without turning his head.

Mo Ran was taken aback, as if realizing something, she immediately shut her eyes. Then, she heard the pig-like howling of Chen Yao, "Ah—my hand!"

"Ah—" Another scream sounded.

What happened?

Mo Ran felt a sense of panic and subconsciously opened her eyes, only to see Gu Yixuan’s pristine white shirt and his exposed bronze skin.

"Let’s go, back home." He swept her into his arms, pressing her head against his chest to spare her from witnessing the gruesome scene.

"My hand, my hand..." Chen Yao, lying on the ground with both hands broken, was in so much pain that he wished for death.

Mo Ran didn’t get the chance to look back even after she sat in Gu Yixuan’s luxurious silver sports car.

What exactly had he done to Chen Yao?

Just by hearing that agonizing sound, she knew it must have been terrible.

A sudden fear of Gu Yixuan welled up in her heart, and she obediently sat still in the car, not daring to make a move.

Gu Yixuan didn’t speak to her either, driving in silence, silently staring ahead, so silent it was almost suffocating.

Mo Ran’s hand instinctively gripped her clothes, her nerves tightly wound. At this moment, she was completely sober, devoid of any intoxication, more lucid than she’d ever been.

Unable to bear the oppressive atmosphere, she carefully glanced at Gu Yixuan and tried to explain, "I was just dancing at the bar... I didn’t expect to encounter that guy..."

Gu Yixuan didn’t answer her; it was as if he hadn’t heard her words at all.