Chapter 102: Rage

Chapter 102: Chapter 102: Rage

"She’s not home right now. Come back tomorrow."

With that, he moved to shut the door.

"Hold on, I’m not done!"

Jiang Fan shot out a hand and stopped the door.

He subtly glanced inside. In addition to the man at the door, he saw two more men in suits. They looked just like bodyguards.

But neither Sun Yanzi nor Zhong Long could possibly afford to hire them.

’Something’s wrong!’ Jiang Fan knew instantly.

"Are you trying to start something? You’re not from building management, are you?"

Jiang Fan ignored him. He kicked the man squarely in the stomach, sending him flying back. Then he slipped into the room and deadbolted the door.

The sudden commotion immediately alerted the other two bodyguards.

They produced daggers from out of nowhere and rushed at Jiang Fan.

Their attacks were vicious and precise, aimed straight for Jiang Fan’s heart.

’They’re actually trying to kill me.’

Jiang Fan snorted. He sidestepped the dagger, grabbed the man’s throat, and slammed him hard onto the ground!

THUD!

The sheer force of the impact made the bodyguard’s eyes roll back as he passed out cold.

It was as if Jiang Fan had eyes in the back of his head. Without even turning, he caught the other bodyguard’s stabbing wrist and twisted it forcefully.

A sickening crack echoed as Jiang Fan twisted the man’s straight arm into a pretzel.

His right hand snatched the dagger as it fell.

Jiang Fan spun and drove his elbow into the man’s temple.

WHOOSH!

The dagger in his hand flew like a bolt of lightning, embedding itself in the thigh of the first bodyguard from the door.

The entire exchange took less than two seconds. Jiang Fan had dealt with all three bodyguards.

The commotion brought a man in baggy shorts running out of a bedroom.

His face was etched with fury, as if someone had interrupted his fun.

But the scene before him froze the anger on his face, replaced by sheer terror.

Just as he turned to run, Jiang Fan appeared before him, grabbed him by the neck with one hand, and lifted him off the floor.

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

A series of hard slaps swelled his face up like a pig’s head.

Then Jiang Fan hurled him against the wall.

Then, Jiang Fan burst into the bedroom, and a wave of pure rage shot through him.

Sun Yanzi was tied to the bed, her consciousness fading. Her clothes were half-torn, revealing large patches of pale skin.

’Thank God I got here in time. Otherwise, that damned fat pig would have actually violated her.’

A wave of retroactive fear washed over Jiang Fan.

He rushed forward, untied the ropes, and helped her sit up. "Don’t touch me! Don’t touch me! Don’t touch me!"

Sun Yanzi was running on a sliver of rationality and pure instinct, struggling against him.

She had been drugged.

"Yanzi, don’t be afraid. It’s me. You’re safe now. You’re safe."

Hearing the familiar voice, Sun Yanzi, who had been struggling wildly, suddenly went still.

But the next second, she began to squirm uncontrollably, pressing herself into Jiang Fan’s embrace. Her arms wrapped around his waist as she rubbed against him, soft moans escaping her lips.

Her pale skin was now flushed pink.

Jiang Fan took a deep breath to suppress the stirring within him. "Yanzi, I’m sorry. This is to get the drug out of your system."

He gently but firmly pushed her down onto the bed, parted her thighs, located an acupoint, and then pressed down hard.

This point was the Qi Chong Acupoint, which could accelerate blood circulation and help expel toxins.

But the drug Sun Yanzi had been given was potent. Jiang Fan worried that if it remained in her system for too long, it could permanently damage her mind.

As Jiang Fan massaged the point, Sun Yanzi’s skin grew redder and redder, like a boiled shrimp.

This was because the drug had fully entered her bloodstream; this was the most difficult phase, when its effects were at their peak.

Sun Yanzi began to thrash about more and more violently, to the point where Jiang Fan could barely hold her down.

Left with no choice, Jiang Fan had to sit on her lower abdomen, pinning her arms with his feet. He then located the Jiquan Acupoint in her armpit and began to rub and massage it continuously.

After more than twenty minutes of intense effort, Jiang Fan let out a long breath and finally got off her.

The majority of the drug had been purged from her system. Her body could handle the rest on its own; she would be fine.

By now, Sun Yanzi was drenched in sweat, which had soaked a large patch of the bedsheet beneath her.

Having done all this, Jiang Fan hadn’t forgotten about the men outside.

He strode out of the room. The men on the floor were still unconscious.

A look of disgust flashed in his eyes as he walked over to the fat man.

Jiang Fan grabbed him by the hair and slapped him twice. A physical wake-up call was more effective than anything.

The fat pig slowly opened his eyes. When he saw Jiang Fan’s face, he began to struggle frantically, his own face a mask of terror.

’He had no idea where this young man came from, but he was terrifying.’

"I ask, you answer. Otherwise, I guarantee you won’t live to see tomorrow."

Jiang Fan’s voice was chilling, like that of a blood-soaked demon fresh from the depths of hell.

"You can’t do that! It’s against the law! We live in a society with laws!"

The fat pig had no doubt that Jiang Fan was telling the truth—he really intended to kill him.

It was the same look he had seen in the eyes of the people he himself had killed, right before they died.

"You break into someone’s home and try to rape the woman who lives here, and you want to talk to *me* about the law?"

The thought of Sun Yanzi’s wretched state, how she had almost been violated by this man, made Jiang Fan’s anger flare.

He slapped the man across the face several more times.

"Tell me, did Zhong Long send you?"

Jiang Fan had a sharp mind; he quickly put the pieces together.

"Yes, yes! He’s the one who sent me! He owed me money, and he said if I had his wife a couple of times, we could call the debt even!!"

"I swear, I didn’t know she was your woman!"