Chapter 73

Several men moved in, lifting Qin Xiaomeng out of the restroom and placing her on the KTV lounge’s sofa. Their hands roamed freely as they stripped off her suit jacket and unbuttoned her blouse, revealing the black lace-trimmed lingerie beneath. In the process, they tore her silk stockings as well.

“Damn, this figure is out of this world!”

“She’s a C cup, no doubt! And that waist—just like those A4 waists you see online!”

“A stunner, an absolute goddess!”

“Hahaha, take a photo! Quick, we have to commemorate this!”

Just as they were about to take things further, the door to the private room was suddenly kicked open with a loud crash.

“Who the hell doesn’t know how to mind their own business? Didn’t I say we don’t need any more services—”

A man, cursing under his breath, turned toward the door.

Bang!

Before he could see who had come in, an immense force crashed into his chest. His body catapulted backward, smashing through the window with a thunderous crash, and he was sent flying straight out from the sixth floor.

Beep! Beep! Beep!

Down below, a black sedan blared its alarm as the man landed spread-eagle atop the car, his eyes vacant, life already fled from his body.

“Who... who are you?”

The sheer power of that kick had left everyone else in the room utterly dumbfounded. All eyes, wide with shock, turned to Chu Tianhe.

But Chu Tianhe’s gaze did not linger on them. Instead, he looked straight at Qin Xiaomeng, sprawled disheveled and exposed on the sofa. Judging by the scene, these men hadn’t had their way with her yet—he’d made it back just in time.

With a swift motion, Chu Tianhe shrugged off his coat and draped it over Qin Xiaomeng, shielding her. Then he whirled around, his eyes flashing with a cold, murderous light. His voice was icy as he spoke: “Five of you?”

Aside from the man he’d just kicked out the window, there were four others in the room. If he hadn’t arrived when he did, who knew what might have happened.

“We... we’re just colleagues, singing a few songs to unwind. There’s nothing wrong with that, is there?”

“And you—who are you? Why are you—”

“He’s dead! Smashed to death! Ah Cheng is dead!”

Before the man could finish, another—standing near the shattered window—let out a terrified scream.

He’d seen Ah Cheng’s corpse lying atop the car, eyes wide open in death, unable to rest in peace.

Already, people were gathering outside, some dialing the police on their phones.

“What... what do you want?” someone stammered. “Listen, my uncle owns this KTV. If you cause trouble here, he... he won’t let you get away with it!”

The sudden, violent death had left these so-called social elites petrified, their eyes fixed in terror on Chu Tianhe.

“Your uncle?” Chu Tianhe’s brow furrowed; his voice was colder than ever. “Even if your uncle is just the owner of this KTV, or even if he were the Emperor himself, tonight nothing can save your life.”

Before the words had fully left his lips, Chu Tianhe took a sudden step forward, hand outstretched to snap the man’s neck.

At that very instant, a middle-aged figure burst into the room. With a swift motion of his right hand, he unleashed a surge of ancient martial energy, using a single Tai Chi push to instantly neutralize Chu Tianhe’s attack.

“Young man, you’re getting far too arrogant,” the middle-aged man said coolly at Chu Tianhe’s side. “Those who cause trouble in my establishment rarely meet with a good end.”

He waved his hand, signaling for the remaining men to retreat behind him.