Entertainment: A song that brought his deceased wife back to life.

Xu Qing miscalculated this time.

He thought it would take another 48 hours for Deepsea Capital's attack to take effect.

In reality, he was only given 12 hours.

At 7:40 a.m., Luo Qianyu was jolted awake from her bed by a loud bang.

boom!

The dull thud of a heavy object hitting the glass.

Immediately afterwards, a loud crash came from the direction of the living room, as if glass had shattered.

She didn't even bother to put on her shoes; her mind was still blank, but her body had already instinctively rushed out of the bedroom.

The left half of the huge floor-to-ceiling window in the living room was smashed through.

The ground was covered with shards of broken glass, mixed with three fist-sized stones.

The stone was sprayed with glaring red paint.

One piece reads "Repay with a Life".

One piece reads "Get lost".

There was also a piece with a blood-red skull painted on it.

Looking outside, the iron gate of the courtyard had been violently forced open, and two eye-catching characters—"Murder"—had been spray-painted on the white gate.

There were thirty or forty people blocking the door.

Masks and baseball caps covered their faces completely, and they held up signs and megaphones, yelling like a pack of mad dogs: "Xu Qing, get out here! Murderer, come out!"

Luo Qianyu froze for two seconds.

Her gaze shifted, and she saw Xu Qing.

He was standing in the middle of the living room, blocking the broken window.

There were sharp shards of glass all around his feet, some of them already stained red—he hadn't even put on shoes and stepped right on them.

Xu Qing was holding a metal baseball bat in his right hand, which was a self-defense item that he usually kept next to the shoe cabinet.

"Go back to your bedroom."

He didn't turn around, but his voice was so calm it sent chills down your spine.

Go back to the bedroom?

impossible.

Luo Qianyu charged straight through the mess on the ground.

Her bare feet hurt from stepping on the broken glass, but she didn't even flinch. She lunged forward and pushed Xu Qing backward.

"You go in first!"

The woman completely disregarded the silencing order; when she opened her mouth, her voice was hoarse and cracking, as if she had swallowed a razor blade.

Xu Qing frowned and used his free left hand to cover her mouth.

"Don't make a sound."

The lunatics outside the courtyard got even more excited.

A piercing shout blared from the loudspeaker: "Xu Qing, you'd better come out here! You owe Lily a life!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than another half-brick with a sharp edge came hurtling in.

Heading straight for Xu Qing's face!

In that instant, Luo Qianyu's body instincts took over.

There was no screaming, no dodging.

She grabbed Xu Qing and pulled him down to the ground, shielding him with her own body and turning her back to the flying stone.

boom!

The stone grazed past her shoulder and slammed heavily onto the coffee table behind her.

The old guitar with the clownfish sticker on it crashed to the ground with a bang.

Shards of broken glass splashed all over the two of them.

A flying shard grazed Luo Qianyu's right arm.

The wound wasn't deep, but blood seeped out instantly, dripping down Xu Qing's fair forearm and landing on his black shirt.

Less than three seconds passed between the stone flying in and the two landing.

Xu Qing lay on the floor, his gaze fixed on the blood on Luo Qianyu's arm.

His pupils suddenly contracted.

It wasn't panic, but a deathly stillness that seemed ready to kill.

The dragon's reverse scale—to touch it is certain death.

These people have really screwed up today.

"stand up."

Xu Qing's voice was terribly hoarse.

Luo Qianyu lay on his chest, panting heavily, wincing in pain, but her hands gripped his collar tightly, refusing to let go.

She forced out a single word with her hoarse voice: "No!"

Then, she abruptly turned her head to stare at the broken window, yelling at the group of people outside, "What the hell do you want! He didn't do anything! Are you out of your minds, coming here to smash other people's houses? Who do you think you are?!"

Her already swollen vocal cords couldn't withstand this kind of strain, and she cracked her voice for the last few words, but she didn't back down an inch.

The shouting and cursing outside the door stopped for a moment, as if by magic.

These thugs had no idea there was a woman inside the house.

All they saw was a young girl with bloodshot eyes, like a mother lioness protecting her cubs, completely shattering her usual sweet image, fighting them for her life.

But these maggots always manage to push the boundaries.

After a moment of silence, the horn blared even louder: "Oh, you coward! You're even using a woman as a shield?!"

Xu Qing sat up and pulled Luo Qianyu off him.

His movements were steady, and his fingers carefully avoided her bleeding wound.

He stood up straight.

He turned around, barefoot, stepping on the broken glass scattered on the ground, and walked step by step toward the door.

With each step, new cuts were made on the soles of his feet, leaving a trail of glaring bloody footprints on the floor.

He walked to the door and weighed the metal baseball bat in his hand.

The man wearing a baseball cap at the very front of the door was holding up his phone and live-streaming, arrogantly standing less than two meters from the doorway.

Xu Qing didn't even look at him, raised the baseball bat, swung it in a wide arc, and smashed it down!

boom--!

The stick didn't hit anyone; instead, it slammed hard onto the solid blue stone lion at the entrance.

Sparks flew everywhere as half of the head of the half-human-sized stone lion was smashed off, and the rubble exploded like bullets!

The alley, which was just moments ago bustling with chaos, instantly fell silent.

The audience was silent.

Xu Qing stood amidst the rubble, her bloodshot eyes coldly sweeping over every face outside the door.

He didn't make any harsh remarks, nor did he point a stick at anyone.

But the menacing aura emanating from its very bones terrified this rabble of a group of people.

The ruthless fear the stubborn, and the stubborn fear the reckless.

Xu Qing, standing here now, looks like a living Yama who has just crawled out of hell.

In less than thirty seconds, the crowd began to back away without realizing it.

The hand holding the megaphone trembled like a leaf, and the megaphone fell to the ground with a "thud" and broke in two.

Xu Qing turned around and went back into the house, slamming the broken door shut again.

Clang.

The baseball bat was casually tossed aside.

He squatted back down in front of Luo Qianyu.

She was still slumped in the broken glass, blood from her right arm flowing down her wrist to the back of her hand, while her left hand was still tightly clutching the hem of his clothes.

"Give me your hand."

Xu Qing's voice was as deep as water.

Luo Qianyu obediently offered her right arm, tears welling up in her eyes from the pain.

Xu Qing pulled out the first-aid kit from under the coffee table—the gauze and iodine from the last bandage were still there.

He unwrapped the cotton swab, supported her arm, and carefully cleaned away the blood.

Luo Qianyu stared at his profile.

His bandaging technique was as steady as a rock, but Luo Qianyu could clearly feel that the hand he was holding was icy cold.

"Xu Qing..." She had a lot to say, but her throat was so sore that she could only squeeze out a few syllables that sounded like broken glass.

Xu Qing interrupted her.

He quickly tightened the gauze and tied a knot.

His fingers paused on the knot for a second, then he looked up.

"You pounced on me even faster than I did just now."

Luo Qianyu nodded, looking aggrieved.

Xu Qing stared at her intently.

His lips twitched, as if he wanted to laugh or curse, but in the end he didn't make any expression.

He simply pulled her into his arms and pressed his chin firmly against the top of her head.

He was incredibly strong, and he wanted to meld her into his very bones.

In the distance, the piercing sound of police sirens finally rang out.

Luo Qianyu stretched out her left hand and wrapped it around Xu Qing's waist.

The moment her fingertips touched him, she realized that Xu Qing's shirt back was already soaked with cold sweat.

She didn't say anything more.

She used all her strength to hold him tightly, desperately.