Mortal Kombat: Scumbag Men Stealing Away Yandere Girls

She focused solely on the victory before her, placing her finger precisely in the center of her forehead, a smile playing on her lips.

Xia Yanle could only signal to Qin Ning with her eyes.

Qin Ning, behind the pillar, didn't move. Instead, she covered her mouth and smiled expectantly. Xia Yanle understood that smile better than anyone else. Usually, it was Qin Ning who smiled. Qin Ning even reached into her plaid bag and took out her phone, pointing the camera directly at the two of them.

"…………!"

Xia Yanle possesses the special ability to pass through walls, but she never intends to easily reveal this trump card to others.

Because her ability has significant drawbacks.

She wasn't completely ethereal; only the parts of her body that were in contact with solid objects could pass through. The rest remained in a physical state. She was currently being held by Mingguang. If she tried to pass through the chair beneath her to escape, and Mingguang held her hands tightly, it would turn into a scene from a horror movie.

A hand being pulled out from the seat, and people on the lower floors will see multiple feet on the ceiling.

The situation is stuck in a limbo, neither good nor bad.

If Mingguang lets go, the situation will be even worse.

She would fall straight down to the next floor—

Caught in a dilemma, Xia Yanle's mind was in turmoil. In this chaos, Mingguang was already right in front of her, his face full of excitement, his eyes lifeless, and his mouth stretched into a strange smile like a doll.

"...You're so weak! You're so weak! You're so weak!!"

In a head-on sniper duel, even the most eloquent words and deception are worthless in the face of brute force.

With a snap, he flicked Xia Yanle's forehead.

Mingguang's strength was considerable; even when weakened, his flick still sent a jolt through the person's head.

Xia Yanle's mind went blank for a moment.

How dare she? How could she dare?

Mingguang was a little scared before he played the first note.

When she saw that Xia Yanle had actually taken that hit and was completely powerless to fight back, her courage instantly surged.

Before Xia Yanle could even react, her forehead was flicked seven or eight times, leaving it bright red. Her mind was in turmoil, like fireworks exploding inside her; even the best brain couldn't keep up.

He played a bright, clear instrument, which allowed him to vent his childhood grievances.

Xia Yanle has lost her class; my mind is racing.

Qin Ning, standing to the side, watched in stunned silence, grinning from ear to ear.

I originally planned to film this video and then go to rescue her, but now I don't want to anymore.

Why go save her? Evil people will be punished by other evil people. If the two of them fight, it would be best if they both died, then Wei Ran brother would be hers.

Get lost, my ideal type!

Qin Ning was feeling quite pleased with herself when a waiter ruined her plans. The waiter was well-meaning; seeing Qin Ning standing motionless behind the pillar, he came over to ask what service she needed. From Qin Ning's cunning angle, she could see Ming Guang pinning Xia Yanle against the back of a chair and bullying her mercilessly.

The waiter was so startled that he screamed, which attracted the attention of others.

Qin Ning's eyes darted around, and she stretched out her arm to block him.

"Don't worry, everyone, listen to me, they're good friends and just playing around!"

"We know each other, we are good friends."

The enemy of my enemy is my friend. Qin Ning has really mastered this tactic, frantically taking sides.

As she spoke, she kept glancing expectantly at the scene, afraid that she might miss the exciting moment when Xia Yanle was brutally beaten.

Surrounded by this large crowd, Mingguang panicked and relaxed his guard, giving Xia Yanle the opportunity to escape. She pulled out a spray bottle and sprayed it in Mingguang's face. Caught off guard, Mingguang immediately went limp and collapsed.

Mingguang didn't fall to the ground, but was caught by Xia Yanle, who was sitting up, and his chin rested on Xia Yanle's shoulder.

The two women's eyes met side by side. Mingguang saw that Xia Yanle's hair was disheveled, her forehead was red, she was breathing slightly, and her eyes were watery with an undisguised fierceness and ruthlessness. She immediately snapped out of her jubilation and a sense of terror returned.

The excitement of the victory was immediately dampened by the renewed surge of patriarchal authority.

Mingguang's forehead even started to throb subconsciously.

Xia Yanle, panting, grabbed Mingguang and leaned him on her shoulder, whispering softly.

"...You're so great, Mingguang."

"Daddy loves you so much—"

"Come on, let's go home with Daddy. Daddy has something fun to do."

Xia Yanle turned to look at everyone, but ignored Qin Ning's shocked and disappointed expression. She simply smiled and affectionately put her arm around Mingguang's shoulder, who was powerless to resist.

"Yes, we were just playing around!"

Xx

On Friday, while playing with the potted plants in the living room, a flash of white light suddenly appeared, startling the kitten so much that its pupils immediately narrowed.

After a flash of white light, the young man landed gracefully, and Mengmeng, nestled in his arms, kicked her legs and proudly announced her arrival.

"Hey, we're back!!"

"Mengmeng has arrived! Where's my red carpet?! Should I kneel down to greet her?!"

Friday gave a warm welcome, launching a flying pounce at Bai Weiran. Bai Weiran hadn't seen the cat for days and even missed it, so he smiled and reached out to put Mengmeng down. But Mengmeng in his arms wouldn't let go, refusing to release her. With a swift kick, Friday let out a scream, sliding and crashing to the spot next to the potted plants.

A cat and a potted plant, they're practically brothers in misfortune.

They were all victims of yandere tyranny.

"Bai Weiran can't put me down to hug the cat." Mengmeng narrowed her eyes, her bright red eyes filled with jealousy.

Bai Weiran could only laugh.

Life is about gains and losses, and sometimes we have to compromise in different areas.

He kissed her cheek, and Mengmeng blushed with joy. She was no longer annoyed and willingly came down.

"Nobody here?" Bai Weiran looked around, slightly puzzled.

What a coincidence, they came back while they went out?

Mengmeng and he looked at each other in bewilderment.

Then they simultaneously heard a weak cry for mercy.

"I won't do it again, please... Ahhhhh, don't do this, it hurts, ahhhhh... Please... no, no, I can't take it, I'm sorry—I won't do it again—ahhhhhhh—"

Bai Weiran: ………………

The sound was coming from his bedroom.

Pushing open the door, Bai Weiran remained silent for a few seconds, then pressed his forehead against the scene before him.

Mengmeng covered her mouth with both hands, said "Oh," and her eyes sparkled.

Mingguang was tied to the bed with her limbs spread wide, wearing only a thin tank top and shorts. Her face was flushed, covered in tears, her lips were swollen from crying, and her throat was hoarse.

The excruciating pain from the frenzied stimulation of his peripheral nerves caused Mingguang to writhe and twist his body wildly, screaming desperately. However, due to the effects of the drug, his strength was suppressed, and his limbs were too weak to escape.

At the foot of the bed, Xia Yanle was holding a feather and frantically scratching Mingguang's feet without changing her expression. She turned around when she heard the door open.

Bai Weiran: …………

Although he knew they wouldn't behave, he never expected to face such a torture situation as soon as he returned.

When Xia Yanle heard the door open, she turned around, her expression and tone as indifferent as a widow who had lost her son.

"Oh, you're back—"

Bai Weiran noticed the unusual redness and swelling on her forehead.

"...What happened to your forehead?"

Xia Yanle quickly covered her forehead, looking slightly embarrassed. "It's nothing."

It seems I don't want to talk about it anymore.

He could only shrug and ask what was going on at the scene.

When Mingguang saw him, her eyes lit up, and she was about to speak when Xia Yanle struck her again with ruthlessness, making her cry and tremble. She writhed on the bed like a fish out of water, her hair wet and sticky with sweat, making her look pitiful.

Mingguang's bust was quite impressive. After struggling for a while, her soft, thin, close-fitting vest was soaked with sweat, creating a stunning sight that was unforgettable.

"We're settling old scores," Xia Yanle said casually.

Bai Weiran: …………?

It's not just one-sided bullying?

They bullied you before, and they're still bullying you now?

Aren't you the one bullying people?

Xia Yanle briefly explained the ins and outs of the anti-capture Mingguang technique, of course, avoiding mentioning the incident of being flicked on the forehead.

That's Xia Yujie's eternal dark history.

Qin Ning went to the company and wasn't home, so Xia Yanle was home alone, disciplining her son.

When Mengmeng saw Mingguang, it was like enemies meeting again, and she picked up a feather, eager to try it out. However, Bai Weiran held her down with one hand. Mengmeng pouted, but she held the feather tightly in her hand and refused to let go.

Bai Weiran held Mengmeng down and looked at Xia Yanle. Mingguang on the bed was still crying.

Even when people grow up, they still cry just like when they were children.

"...Let them go after you've bullied them enough," he finally said.

"She's my childhood friend, after all, and I don't want to hold a grudge against her."

Ultimately, he also hoped that Mingguang would live a good life.

Having finally escaped the mountains and achieved what we have today, we shouldn't waste it.

Xia Yanle didn't stop, using Mingguang's struggles and cries as background noise, glancing at him sideways.

"You make it sound so easy."

"But you also know that Xiaomingguang is not normal; she is pathological."

“Mr. Weiran, someone who hasn’t been cured in over a decade, you won’t get better even if you let her go.”

"But what if you let the tiger return to the mountain?"