The pretty little follower gets targeted by the crazy guys at the elite academy

Looking at those who were risking their lives for her, Li Ruo felt a slight stirring deep within her heart.

"Mr. Fu, they..."

Her voice softened slightly as she spoke, "They were just worried about me. They meant no harm."

They are bad.

But the way they risked their lives for her was truly inspiring.

"No malicious intent?"

Fu Chenzhou paused, looked at Li Ruo, and lowered his voice:

"Did you mean no harm by disturbing our... alone time?"

Fu Chenzhou looked at Zhou Si's bloodshot eyes on the big screen:

"That kid just smashed two of my iron gates and injured twenty-seven of my guards."

Fu Chenzhou's guard team consists of the best of the best, selected from the elite special forces.

He never expected that the kid could shake things up so easily all by himself.

Li Ruo: "..."

Okay, there was definitely malice involved.

but……

That's because they think you're going to hurt me.

She looked directly into Fu Chenzhou's gray eyes and continued:

"Now that you haven't harmed me, so... so Mr. Fu."

"You just said I won."

"Um."

"You said you lost."

"Um."

"That……"

Li Ruo looked into his eyes and said, word by word:

"Could the winner's spoils be...?"

Fu Chenzhou tilted his head slightly, interrupting her:

"Li Ruo, are you using our bet to order me around?"

"No."

Li Ru shook her head, her eyes clear: "I'm making a request of you."

"ask?"

Fu Chenzhou seemed to find the word novel:

"You didn't ask me for anything when you threw me down and made me look so pathetic."

Li Ruo was momentarily speechless, but still insisted, "That's because... you're going to kill me first."

"Now that you're not killing me, I'm begging you."

"Please, don't kill them."

While these lunatics are indeed bad and insane, they don't deserve to die.

She would feel guilty for the rest of her life if they lost their lives saving her.

She hates owing favors to others more than anything in her life.

Fu Chenzhou looked at her, at her serious expression, at the lips that had just been pressed against his.

He reached out, his long, slender fingers gently tracing the corner of her lips.

The movements were very gentle.

"Li Ruo, I can let them go. However..."

He withdrew his hand, turned, and walked towards the massive control panel:

"They will have to pay the price."

Fu Chenzhou simply pressed a button on the control panel and spoke into the microphone:

"Let them in."

"Only the six of them are allowed."

"Evacuate the guards."

Then he turned to look at Li Ruo:

"Wait a minute, stand next to me."

"Don't say anything."

"Do nothing."

"Just watch."

Upon receiving Fu Chenzhou's order, all the lights in the manor suddenly turned on.

The manor's impregnable gate slowly opened.

A clear voice rang out throughout the entire manor through the loudspeaker:

"Please come in, everyone."

"Mr. Fu, we eagerly await your arrival."

-

The six men didn't look very good when they were brought in.

Zhou Si's hands were tied behind his back by two guards, and blood was still seeping from the wound on his back, soaking through his T-shirt.

But his eyes were so fierce they looked like he wanted to devour someone, and he struggled like a chained wolf, as if he wanted to pounce on someone and bite their throat.

It's the kind of ferocity that would bite off a piece of flesh from the other person even if it meant being skinned alive.

Lu Xingzhou, however, was not subdued.

It's not that they can't protect, nor that they don't want to, but that they dare not act rashly.

Four guards surrounded him, their blades pressed against his waist, the distance just right.

If he takes another step, he will be knocked unconscious.

But when he doesn't move, no one dares to make the first move.

He stood there, his peach blossom eyes slightly narrowed, scrutinizing everything before him.

Lu Ran's explosives were confiscated.

He was glaring at the guard with the vicious look he had given his father’s killer, a look that seemed to want to devour him alive and then stomp on him.

He seemed to be muttering something under his breath:

"I'll blow up your whole family when I get out here."

Pei Qingrang originally intended to maintain his usual elegance and walk in slowly and gracefully.

He felt that even as a prisoner, he should strive to be the most dignified.

But the guards thought he was walking too slowly, so they grabbed his arm and dragged him inside.

So the one who was originally elegant became the most disheveled of the six.

He was pinned against the wall, his gold-rimmed glasses askew, revealing a pair of icy cold eyes behind the lenses.

There was no trace of refinement left in his eyes.

It was clearly a knife, poison, and a cold glint that seemed intent on tearing someone to pieces.

When Guo Yiling was escorted in by the guards, she tried to reason with them.

He held a tablet and wanted to talk to the guards about law, morality, and human rights.

The guard listened impatiently for a minute, then slapped his tablet to pieces.

Now he knelt on the ground, staring at the pile of debris, his eyes vacant as if he had lost the whole world.

Jiang Wu suffered the most.

He was dragged out of the ventilation duct by the guards.

He was covered in dust, and the wound on his arm had reopened, with blood dripping down his elbow.

But he seemed oblivious to the pain, his gaze fixed on the path leading to the basement, muttering to himself:

"Sister...I want to see my sister..."

Like a puppy that can't find its owner.

-

The main hall was brightly lit.

Fu Chenzhou sat at the head of the long table, leisurely sipping his red wine.

He changed into a silver-gray silk shirt, rolling up the cuffs to reveal a section of his pale, lean, and powerful forearm.

He held a glass of red wine in his hand, his posture as elegant as if he had just returned from a noble banquet.

The light shone on his face, making it look unreal.

cold,

quiet,

It's too perfect to be real.

They looked like nobles who had stepped out of a medieval oil painting.

It's as if a Renaissance sculpture has come to life.

Li Ruo stood beside him, completely unharmed.

Looking at those six disheveled people, she felt a mix of emotions she couldn't quite describe.

They really came.

For her sake, he ventured into this manor where there was no way out.

They are the very people who wanted to destroy her the most, but now they've all come to save her.

The moment the six men saw her, all their ferocity and wariness turned into the same worry.

"Li Ruo!"

Zhou Si was the first to break free from the guards' restraints.

In that instant, he broke free from the guards' restraints like a madman, rushed over, and pulled her into his arms.

They held each other tightly.

Li Ruo's nose bumped into his chest, causing a sharp pain.

But she didn't say anything.

She could feel Zhou Si's heartbeat; it was so fast it felt like it was about to burst out of his chest.

You could feel his body trembling slightly; you couldn't tell if it was from pain or fear.

She could feel the blood on his back, warm and wet, clinging to her clothes and hands.

"Are you alright?! What did he do to you?!"

Zhou Si's voice was muffled above her head, trembling with suppressed emotion:

"say!"

He was covered in blood but seemed oblivious to the pain, holding her tightly in his arms as if he wanted to meld her into his very bones.

Li Ruo was being choked so tightly she could hardly breathe, but surprisingly she didn't struggle. Instead, she gently patted his back.

"I'm fine."

Zhou Si tightened his grip on her arm, resting his chin on her shoulder, his voice muffled:

"You fucking scared the hell out of me! I thought... you were dead."

The blood on his back soaked her clothes.

Lu Xingzhou stood not far away, a fleeting look of worry flashing across his peach blossom eyes, so quick it was almost invisible, but it was indeed worry.

Lu Ran breathed a sigh of relief, but still stubbornly insisted, "Little vixen, you're quite lucky."

Pei Qingrang calmly examined her from head to toe, making sure she wasn't missing any limbs or had been disassembled into parts before letting out a slight sigh of relief.

The sigh of relief was very light, as if afraid of being discovered.

Guo Yiling opened her mouth as if to say something, but in the end she just turned her face away.

But the redness on the tips of his ears betrayed him.

Jiang Wu's eyes lit up instantly, like a puppy seeing its owner, its tail wagging.

"Sister...sister, are you alright..."

Li Ruo was being strangled by Zhou Si to the point of near suffocation.

She felt his rapid heartbeat, his slightly trembling body, and the blood seeping from his back, which soaked her clothes.

She suddenly realized that these guys weren't so bad after all.

"I'm really fine."

She rubbed her neck, which ached from Zhou Si's bones digging into it, and coughed lightly twice:

"You're squeezing me so tight... cough cough, I'm about to have something happen."

Zhou Si quickly released her, then froze.

"You're saying he didn't hurt you?! Then why is there blood on your face and body?!"

He saw the bloodstains on her face and the dark red specks on her clothes.

Li Ruo touched her face, feeling a little guilty: "I accidentally brushed against it."

Zhou Si examined her from head to toe, and seeing more and more bloodstains, his pupils suddenly contracted.

He turned around abruptly, looking at Fu Chenzhou in the main seat, his eyes instantly turning fierce.

Then, he froze.

Is this...is this a person? Or a sculpture?

That face was incredibly delicate, incredibly cold, and incredibly still.

It looks like it's moving; is it alive? A living sculpture? Or...?

Zhou Si was stunned by his own association, his eyes almost popping out of their sockets.

That face, that face that was unbelievably perfect.

It's as if God, drunk, used the finest brushstrokes to depict it, stroke by stroke.

Her features were deep and three-dimensional, with sharp yet elegant lines. Her skin was so white that it looked like she had never seen the sun, yet it exuded a sickly and deadly attraction.

The most terrifying thing was those eyes.

Gray.

It resembles a frozen lake in winter, or a cold current in the deep sea.

cold.

It was so cold that chills you to the bone.

But deep within that cold expanse, there seemed to lie a profound danger and excitement, a gleam unique to hunters.

Zhou Si was terrified.

The other crazy guys had similar expressions.