Chapter 1131 - Save Me
Xuan Ying had two scantily dressed beauties beside him, one beauty peeled the skin of a grape, bringing it to his mouth while the other beauty was behind him, massaging his shoulders.
“Silver Mask King, it seems your luck is not too good today. You’ve lost money again.” The two beauties acted coquettishly, nuzzling their big chest against his body so intentionally.
Xuan Ying threw his cards on the table, his mood thunderous. “F*ck, this is annoying!”
“Look who I’ve brought!” A president shouted excitedly.
Hearing the man, Xuan Ying lifted his head, his inky eyes riveted on her face. Their eyes met and Feng Lingxue was stunned. She hadn’t expected herself to bump into him here.
Sh*t! She subconsciously grasped her pearl clutch tightly, the card that Gu Mohan had given her was still in her clutch. She was going to undergo the hymen reconstruction surgery tomorrow, she wasn’t supposed to have sex tonight.
Xuan Ying brought his cigar to his lips, taking a puff of it before letting out a puff of smoke. Surrounded by the smoke, his sharp gaze shifted down, landing on the clutch she held in her hand.
“Argh!” President Zhang yelped, a steady stream of blood flowed down his head.
The air was filled with a bloody smell.
President Zhang fell on the ground, pointing at Feng Lingxue angrily. “Slut, how dare you hit me?!”
The other men signaled at each other, approaching Feng Lingxue, all harboring ill intentions. Someone grabbed Feng Lingxue’s shoulder and took the chance to molest her, feeling the silky touch of her skin.
“Miss Feng, you’re clearly in the wrong. How could you hit him?”
Feng Lingxue glared at the man. “Get lost!”
She lifted her arm, preparing to smash the blood-covered ashtray in their direction.
But the men had prepared themselves for it. They went in front, snatching the ashtray from her and kicked her.
Feng Lingxue’s knees fell to the ground with a loud pound. Her head was low and a black army boot appeared beside her. She knelt down beside Xuan Ying’s feet.
The blood-covered ashtray dropped on the ground, a drop of blood dripping on his boot.
“Hey, how could you all dirty Silver Mask King’s shoe?” a beauty exclaimed in shock.
“Silver Mask King, we’re sorry. We’ll clean it for you.”
A man bent down, wiping Xuan Ying’s shoe. “Silver Mask King, since you’re not interested in her, we’ll teach Feng Lingxue a good lesson.”
By now, Xuan Ying’s cigar was almost burned out. A beauty brought over a new ashtray and he tapped the ash inside.
The hierarchy in the room was apparent. He was the real decision maker in the luxurious room, deciding everyone’s fate.
“Hurry and take this Feng Lingxue away.”
The men signaled at each other with gazes, wanting to drag Feng Lingxue away. They really were in luck today, being able to take this stunner for free.
F*ck! More people were looming forward to take her away. Feng Lingxue knew that if she were to be taken away, there was no way she could escape being gang-raped.
Stretching her hand out, she pulled on Xuan Ying’s trousers. As she clutched at the fine fabric of his trousers tightly, she bent down, giving him a kowtow.
“Save me!”