Transmigrated into a lewd little pervert, the crazy boss's kiss made his legs weak.

The system's voice cracked in its anxiety.

It hated that it didn't have a physical form, so it couldn't jump out of Li Yaoyao's mind and become a fist to smash Ling Che's face.

Li Yaoyao's scalp was pulled painfully, and physiological tears welled up uncontrollably.

Everything was pitch black; her night blindness prevented her from even making out Ling Che's outline.

She could only feel the pressure of that hand pinching her waist, and hear those foul words crawling into her ears like maggots.

"Let me go!"

She screamed, kicking wildly and swinging her arms to hit and scratch the blurry shadow in the darkness.

The fingernail scratched something hard, probably Ling Che's chin.

Ling Che winced in pain and relaxed his grip for half a second.

In that half-second, Li Yaoyao broke free from under him and stumbled towards the light.

She had barely run three steps when her hair was grabbed from behind, and she was pulled back by a brute force.

"You're not getting away today!"

Ling Che's voice descended from above, carrying a chilling certainty.

His hands started to wander.

Li Yaoyao finally burst into tears.

She burst into tears, her voice cracking.

Tears streamed down her face, snot blocked her nose, and she gasped for breath.

"This idiot...how can he be so terrifying...a madman...a madman!"

She cried as she silently asked the system.

"I don't know anything about the law. Tell me, isn't rape while intoxicated a criminal offense?"

"He should be sentenced, right? I want him to face the consequences of the law... Waaah!"

The system's CPU almost burned out at that moment.

[Don't be so pessimistic, host! You still have a chance to fight back!]

With his background, how could he possibly be crying behind bars?

You'll only get freebies!

"Hmm!"

Li Yaoyao was even more desperate.

Helplessly, she groped around in the darkness, her fingers grabbing a handful of pebbles from the ground.

He threw the pebble toward Ling Che based on his instincts.

One of the bullets hit his face, and he turned his head to dodge it.

Taking advantage of the opening, she raised her hand and slapped him hard across the face.

The hand slapped Ling Che squarely across the face, the crisp sound echoing throughout the tree-lined path.

Ling Che was knocked to the side by the blow, then he slowly turned back.

In the darkness, Li Yaoyao couldn't see his expression.

But she heard him laugh.

A low, grotesque laugh.

The slap only excited him more.

He slammed Li Yaoyao against the wall, the rough cement wall scraping her shoulder.

Ling Che saw her face covered in tears, which shimmered with a faint silver light under the dim glow of the streetlights in the distance.

He lowered his head and bit her ear.

Warm blood immediately flowed down her earlobe, down her neck, and stained the collar of her white T-shirt red.

Li Yaoyao winced in pain.

The rusty, bloody smell filled the air.

Just as Li Yaoyao and the system simultaneously let out a desperate scream...

A small, orange-red light shone from the depths of darkness.

It's a cigarette butt.

The light flickered briefly in the distance before rapidly approaching.

Before Li Yaoyao could even figure out what it was, the weight pressing down on her suddenly disappeared.

A dull thud, accompanied by the sound of flesh and bone colliding, rang out.

Ling Che's body flew out like a tattered sack.

It flipped halfway in the air and crashed onto the concrete ground three meters away.

It slid another meter and a half and crashed into a bench.

"You dare touch my man?"

Li Yaoyao's slow reaction: Who's here?

Qi Yuge.

She slid down slowly against the corner of the wall, hugged her knees with both hands, and curled herself into a small ball.

Qi Yuge stood two steps in front of her, with his back to her.

His back heaved with his heavy breathing, and his shoulders were taut like a fully drawn bow.

He threw away his suit jacket, rolled up the cuffs of his white shirt to his forearm, revealing a section of his wrist with bulging veins.

The lit cigarette was still between the fingers of his right hand.

A bit of cigarette ash landed on his finger, but he didn't feel it.

Ling Che coughed up blood while lying on the ground, struggled to turn over, covered his face and roared incoherently.

"Which idiot dares to hit me!"

"Your father."

Qi Yuge put a cigarette in his mouth, took two steps to Ling Che, bent down, grabbed his collar, and lifted his upper body up.

Then I punched him in the face.

The dull thud of knuckles hitting cheekbones echoed through the tree-lined avenue.

He didn't stop; the second punch landed on his eye socket, and the third punch slammed into his abdomen...

Every punch carries the weight of the whole body, every punch lands squarely, every punch is aimed at killing.

His right hand knuckles were covered in blood, it was impossible to tell whether it was Ling Che's or his own.

His watch kept alerting him.

My heart rate kept soaring to 180.

His temples throbbed.

Qi Yuge had never been so angry in his life.

When Shang Hesheng cut off his business, he calmly had his entire transportation line shut down.

Someone tried to scheme against him, but he didn't even look up and arrogantly broke their arms and legs.

Everyone says he is calm, cold-blooded, and indifferent, and never goes crazy.

That's because he didn't care before.

But now.

He couldn't bear to let this scumbag touch his thigh, which he had already touched;

I couldn't bear to let this mad dog bite my ear, which I had already bitten;

This soft, sweet little cotton ball, which I hadn't properly cuddled, was almost chewed up by this dog.

I'll kill you.

Compared to Qi Yuge, Ling Che had no chance to retaliate.

This is a one-sided, crushing beating.

Before long, Ling Che went from cursing to wailing and begging for mercy.

It went from wailing and begging for mercy to a silent mass of flesh and blood.

The system spoke hesitantly.

[Host...aren't you going to stop Qi Yuge? If this keeps up, someone might really die.]

Li Yaoyao squatted in the corner, hugging her knees with both hands, tears still on her face.

She watched as Qi Yuge punched the scumbag who had almost assaulted her, exhaled a breath of stale air, and pouted while crying.

"No one dies in the world of comics. It's normal for things to be a bit exaggerated."

She's just holding a grudge; she just doesn't want to save anyone.

Qi Yuge stood up from the ground.

His white shirt was splattered with blood, and the knuckles of his right hand were torn open, with blood dripping from between his fingers.

He stubbed out his cigarette, then turned and walked up to Li Yaoyao.

He looked down at her.

The neckline of his T-shirt was torn open, his hair was a tangled mess of dry straw, and it was impossible to tell whether the water on his face was tears or snot. There was a layer of semi-dried scabs on his ears.

A tiny little ball.

His Adam's apple bobbed up and down.

He crouched down, knelt on one knee, and looked her in the eye.

"Can you get up?"