My Scheming Little Devil

At the thought that if he had been a little late, Yiyi might not even survive, the fury in his heart erupted like a volcano, with lava spewing wildly, desiring to destroy everything here.

"Young Master Ling Kong..." Hei Ze Lang was locked in by his gaze, filled with a bizarre killing intent, and his heart quivered, feeling a sense of being completely exposed, spawning an unspoken fear within him.

But his fear had not fully settled in his heart, when a black shadow flashed before his eyes, and he was blinded for a moment. With a face full of terror, he witnessed extremely unprecedented speed, causing him to instinctively take a step back.

However, he was already a tenth of a second too late; his jaw was gripped by a cold, steel-like hand claw with a click, dislocating it, leaving him unable to close his mouth.

What terrified him even more was that in the next second, Ji Lingkong grabbed that cylinder, uncapped it, and poured its contents into his mouth.

Hei Ze Lang let out a miserable cry, his eye sockets cracking, eyeballs bulging, as he cradled his chin, desperately trying to spit out the contents, but with his jaw dislocated, there was no way to spit, especially since those tiny things immediately burrowed inside upon contact with his flesh.

He felt his entire throat being shredded, emitting eerie sounds that he could not scream out.

He desperately rolled on the ground, scratching at his throat, trying to claw the things out.

Beside him, Shan Gui was so frightened, he turned as pale as a sheet, and trembled all over.

"You like torturing people so much, how about you experience this feeling too!" Ji Lingkong looked down expressionlessly at Hei Ze Lang, who was frantically writhing on the ground, with no ripple in his eyes, then scooped up Yiyi and quickly left!

...

He brought Yiyi back to his villa, placed her on the bed, and looked at the wounds on her arms and legs, especially the deeply abraded, bloodied skin on her arm, which was so shocking and unbearable to look at.

Ji Lingkong was extremely furious; the arm, once fair as jade, was now so damaged that it was heartbreaking.

Recalling the first time he saw her at the banquet, though he remained outwardly calm, her stunning beauty captured his attention. At that time, she was confident and smiling, her eyes mischievous and lively, like an exquisite, beautiful fairy.

But in just a few days, she had turned into this broken doll.

Hei Ze Lang, that scoundrel, even such a revenge a moment ago was not enough to quell the hatred in his heart. If he hadn’t been in a rush to treat her, he would definitely make that scoundrel regret being born human!

He immediately called for the best doctor to come over.

When the doctor arrived and saw Yiyi’s miserable state, he was very surprised. In this era, although gender inequality persisted, women’s reproductive status was important, so men generally treated women with gentlemanly protection. For this young lady to be injured like this was simply unimaginable.

He hurriedly asked how this had happened.

Upon hearing Ling Kong say indifferently that it was the intelligence agency that brought her out, the doctor immediately understood, though he was very surprised in his heart. Those thrown into such a place were generally those who committed major crimes, and few were seen to come out alive.

Yet this councilman’s son had rescued her and brought her to his residence for attentive care, which was no ordinary matter.

A girl cannot casually stay at the home of a single, prominent man; the councilman’s son was not an ordinary person. High society and noble families were very particular about etiquette, and if word got out, it might lead to romantic and ambiguous thoughts, certainly stirring up quite a bit of gossip.

But seeing the anxious and concerned expression on the young master’s face, it seemed this girl had ascended like the phoenix, caught the eye of the prince.