It's just a toy, why would you care if it breaks?

Wei Xun frowned and looked in the direction of the sound.

The shadows were three sleazy-looking men with brightly colored hair and rolled-up trousers that revealed cheap tattoos on their ankles.

The woman surrounded by others wore a sequined halter dress, the hem of which was so short that it barely covered the top of her thighs. The fabric clung tightly to her body, outlining her curves.

"Hongyan, have a few drinks with your brothers, and you'll get your share of the benefits." The man with dyed yellow hair reached out and pinched the woman's cheek.

The woman still wore a professional smile, her voice soft yet strained: "Good brother, I'm not feeling well today. I'll have a proper chat with you all another day..."

"Not feeling well?" Another green-haired man grabbed her wrist. "You're already out selling yourself, why are you pretending to be innocent? You're asking for it, aren't you?"

The blond-haired man chuckled and reached out to pull at the woman's sundress straps, his fingertips tracing her bare shoulders: "We'll give you a massage and you'll feel better. We guarantee you'll forget what's bothering you."

One of her shoulder straps was torn off, revealing half of her snow-white shoulder. The woman laughed and screamed, but her body was held down by two men, unable to move.

Her struggles were deliberately seductive, yet they couldn't hide the panic in her eyes. Her strength was so weak it was like a tickle, no match for the man's brute force.

Wei Xun leaned against the railing, the cigarette between his fingers burning to the end.

He frowned, his gaze falling on the woman's wrist, which was twisted and deformed. The image of Nan Yan flashed through his mind in an instant—

Nan Yan was weaker and less capable of resisting than this woman. Over a decade of training at the club had robbed him of even the courage to say "no."

If it were Nan Yan who was surrounded here right now, he wouldn't pretend to be obsequious or try to maneuver like this woman. He would just be trembling with fear, too scared to even struggle, and would only be at the mercy of others.

A strange anger surged up his spine, making Wei Xun feel a tightness in his chest.

He stubbed out his cigarette, clutching it in his hand until his knuckles turned white.

Just then, a series of hurried footsteps approached, and a middle-aged woman with heavy makeup strode over, her face plastered with a fawning smile: "Oh dear, handsome gentlemen, please have mercy, please have mercy!"

She squeezed through the men, pulled the woman behind her, and bowed repeatedly to them: "Hongyan isn't feeling well today, and I'm afraid she'll spoil the fun for you handsome gentlemen. How about this, I have a few new girls here, very fresh and tender, I'll call them over right now, what do you say?"

The blond-haired man glanced sideways at the madam, then at Hongyan, who was hiding behind her adjusting her skirt, a malicious smile playing on his lips: "Wouldn't it have been better if you'd been this sensible earlier?"

He reached out and gave her red, rosy buttocks a hard pinch, then smiled with satisfaction: "Alright, we'll do it your way. If the girls don't meet your expectations, we'll go back to her."

"Definitely!" the madam hurriedly replied, personally escorting the men into the hotel. Before leaving, she turned back and glared at Hongyan, muttering in a low voice, "Troublemaker."

Hongyan breathed a sigh of relief, raised her hand to tidy her messy hair, revealing faint finger marks on her neck.

She leaned against the wall, took out a cigarette from her bag, lit it, took a deep drag, and spat at the corner of the wall.

Wei Xun withdrew his gaze, turned around to return to the private room, and his phone suddenly vibrated in his pocket.

He took it out, and a text message from an unknown number popped up on the screen:

[Mr. Wei, your toy is currently located near Haishi Railway Station, with a heart rate of 128, indicating it is in a state of tension. Hunting game countdown: 45 hours.]

Thorn Rose Club.

Wei Xun pressed his fingertips hard against the screen, with such force that it seemed he wanted to crush the phone.

Heart rate 128, tense state - Nan Yan is afraid, he must have encountered something that frightens him.

The area around the train station is a melting pot of all sorts of people, with a large transient population.

Nan Yan only had the little money he gave her. She had no ID card, nowhere to go, and didn't even know how to buy a train ticket or how to survive in an unfamiliar environment.

He was like a young animal that had wandered into a hunting ground, completely helpless and driven by fear to run around in all directions.

Meanwhile, the club was monitoring his every move in real time, using his fear as a bargaining chip in a game, waiting to see his pathetic state when he was "captured".

Wei Xun's eyes were as deep and unfathomable as a cold, dark pool.

He always considered himself a cold person, and the cunning and deceit in the business world had long since worn away his compassion.

But at this moment, the thought that Nan Yan might be hiding in some dark corner made it impossible for him to sit idly by.

"I'm not trying to save Nan Yan, I just don't want the 'things' I bought to be ruined by others." Wei Xun told himself this in his heart, trying to hide the slight concern that even he himself didn't realize.

He dialed his assistant's number: "Qinglin, get the car ready for me."

"Mr. Wei, where are you going? The welcome banquet isn't over yet..." Assistant Qinglin's voice was filled with doubt.

"To Haishi Railway Station." Wei Xun interrupted him, already walking towards the hotel entrance: "Now, immediately."