Quick Transmigration: I Was Cannon Fodder But Became the White Moonlight

Back in the private room, the game continued.

But Chen Su could hardly concentrate on the pool table anymore.

Her gaze kept drifting to that corner, watching Shen Que's every move.

He put down his phone, rubbed his temples, stood up, and walked straight out of the private room, seemingly heading towards the restroom.

Chen Su's heart skipped a beat.

She almost immediately put down her golf club and whispered to Xu Qian beside her, "Sister Xu Qian, I'm going to the restroom. Can you play for me for a bit?"

Xu Qian glanced at her knowingly, smiled, and readily agreed, "Sure, no rush, you go ahead."

Chen Su didn't go straight to the restroom. Instead, she stopped at a relatively quiet corner of the corridor not far from the restroom, pretending to look at the decorative paintings on the wall, but actually waiting absentmindedly.

She didn't know what to say when she saw Shen Que later, so she decided to treat it as a chance encounter and perhaps... she could find a chance to talk.

While we were waiting, three middle-aged men dressed in flashy clothes and with big bellies staggered over, seemingly also heading to the restroom.

But their lewd gazes lingered on Chen Su, who was standing alone in her school uniform, with ill intent, and they exchanged lewd looks.

Chen Su felt extremely uncomfortable under their gazes, and alarm bells rang in her mind.

She immediately turned to the side, lowered her head, and pretended to be focused on her phone screen, trying to avoid their eye contact.

However, the three men did not leave; instead, they walked straight toward her, reeking of alcohol.

"Little sister, how old are you?" A bald man grinned, revealing yellow teeth.

"She looks like a schoolgirl; she looks so young in that school uniform," another person chimed in, squinting.

"Why are you standing alone outside the bathroom? Waiting for your boyfriend?"

The third one spoke in a flippant tone, his gaze lingering on her.

Looking at their undisguised lewd smiles, Chen Su felt like vomiting.

She turned cold, not wanting to get entangled with them, and tried to walk around them, only to find that they were intentionally or unintentionally moving their feet, blocking her way.

"Hey little sister, why aren't you talking to me?" The bald man chuckled, his tone disgusting.

Chen Su suppressed her fear and said coldly and sternly, "Get out of the way!"

"Wow, this little sister has quite a temper!"

Her rebuke did not scare them away; instead, it elicited laughter.

The bald man reached out his fat, greasy hand and touched Chen Su's cheek.

In that very instant.

"Bang--!"

A dull, loud bang suddenly exploded!

With a piercing scream, the bald man was thrown backward like a kicked sack, crashing heavily against the corridor wall before slid limply to the ground, clutching his stomach and groaning in pain.

Chen Su looked up in shock, only to see Shen Que standing in front of her, his back straight and cold.

His face was expressionless, but his taut jawline and the terrifying aura emanating from him were more intimidating than any roar.

The other two men were stunned by this sudden turn of events, frozen in place. One of them, recovering from his shock, was about to blurt out, "You fucking..."

Before he could finish speaking, Shen Que's fist whistled through the air and slammed into his face.

The man screamed in agony as blood gushed from his nose.

Shen Que didn't even give him time to fall to the ground. He grabbed his collar and swiftly threw him over his shoulder, slamming him heavily to the ground with a dull thud that made your teeth ache.

The whole process was lightning fast, ruthless and decisive.

Chen Su stood behind him and could clearly see his clenched fists trembling slightly, and his lips pressed tightly together.

He wasn't as calm as he appeared; his suppressed anger was like a volcano about to erupt.

The last man, seeing his two companions taken down in an instant, turned pale with fright, but still, fueled by alcohol, lunged at Shen Que from behind, attempting a sneak attack.

"Shen Que, behind you!"

Chen Su exclaimed in surprise.

Shen Que seemed to have eyes in the back of his head, reacting extremely quickly. He turned around swiftly and delivered a sharp side kick, accurately striking the man in the lower abdomen.

The man cried out, staggered back several steps, bumped into the wall, then clutched his stomach and slipped to the ground.

In the blink of an eye, all three men were lying on the ground.

Shen Que didn't even glance at the other two. He strode over to the bald man who had initially tried to touch Chen Su's face.

The man's face was filled with terror as he watched Shen Que approach like a demon. He trembled all over and kept begging for mercy.

"I'm so sorry... Big brother... I was wrong... I'll never do it again..."

Shen Que slowly crouched down, looking down at him with a terrifyingly low voice, carrying a chilling calm:

"What were you trying to do just now?"

The man was so terrified by the murderous intent in his eyes that he almost wet himself, and stammered an apology: "I...I drank too much...I'm not human...please forgive me..."

Shen Que stared at him, his eyes sinister.

He slowly raised his hand, as if he wanted to do something even more terrifying.

When Chen Su saw the surveillance camera above her head, her heart tightened. Without thinking, she rushed to his side and grabbed his raised arm.

"Shen Que!"

She could feel his arm muscles taut like stone, and a burning rage coursing beneath his skin.

At this moment, the club staff heard the commotion and rushed over. They were all startled by the scene in the corridor.

Shen Que raised his eyes, his cool gaze sweeping over the few staff members who had rushed over.

In the end, he suppressed the violent impulse, slowly stood up, and his voice regained its usual coldness, issuing an unquestionable command:

"Keep an eye on them."

"Call the police."

Then, he looked down at Chen Su's hand still gripping his forearm, his brows furrowed, annoyance flashed across his face, and he suddenly flung her hand away forcefully.

He stopped looking at her, turned his head, and strode straight into the corridor.

Chen Su watched his retreating figure, her heart skipped a beat, and without thinking of anything else, she hurriedly chased after him.

"Shen Que?" she called softly as she followed behind him.

Shen Que continued walking, as if he hadn't heard.

"Thank you for helping me just now." Chen Su quickened her pace, trying to walk alongside him.

Shen Que remained unresponsive, showing no sign of stopping.

After chasing for a while, just as he was about to reach the end of the corridor, he suddenly stopped without warning and turned around abruptly.

Chen Su slammed on the brakes and nearly crashed into his arms.

Before she could even regain her balance, a large hand had already precisely gripped the back of her neck.

The force was so great that it forced her to look up, and she was involuntarily pulled forward a step by him.

Shen Que's face was so dark it could drip water, his eyes swirling with lingering resentment and anger. He practically gritted his teeth as he unleashed a torrent of curses:

"Do you even have a brain?"

The veins on his forehead were throbbing faintly.

"You get bullied and don't say a word? You can't scream for help? You can't call for help? You can't run away? You can't fight back? What the hell can you do?"

He gripped the back of her neck tightly, almost lifting her up, forcing Chen Su to stand on tiptoe.

"So you dare to go against me, huh? You think you're so tough in front of me? Huh?"

He was incredibly strong, and his tone was so fierce it sounded like he wanted to devour someone. The two were almost forehead to forehead, their breaths mingling.

Chen Su could clearly feel his body trembling slightly from his rage, and could smell his chilling aura and a faint scent of tobacco.

Chen Su did not struggle, nor was she afraid, and did not even try to push him away.

She simply gazed silently into his furious eyes amidst his torrent of accusations.

Then, her hands slowly moved up and gently, tentatively, wrapped around his lean waist.

She slowly tightened her arms around him, burying herself in his warm embrace.

The sudden hug made Shen Que's body stiffen abruptly, and his cursing stopped abruptly.

Chen Su pressed her cheek against his slightly heaving chest, feeling the tension in his muscles and the powerful beating of his heart.

She explained softly, with a hint of grievance and a touch of reassurance:

"No... I wanted to leave, but they surrounded me..."

"When he reached out his hand, I...I didn't react in time...I was terrified..."

Her voice trembled with lingering fear, "If you had been even a second later, I would have already called you."

Her arms tightened around his waist, her voice softened, and it became pleading:

"You're not going to back down, Shen Que."

"I didn't mean to go against you."

The corridor fell silent, with only the faint sound of music in the distance and the intertwined breaths of the two people.

Shen Que's grip on the back of her neck loosened slightly without her realizing it.