His expression shifted immediately. He slapped his companion on the shoulder and shouted, "Speed up! Hurry, speed up!"
The accomplice, seeing Bianca closing the distance, swallowed hard and said, "Boss, I can't — this bike can only go so fast. Any faster and the engine will blow…"
The sharp-faced man didn't care, "I don't want to hear excuses! If she catches us, we're finished! Just give it all you've got!"
Then, looking back at Bianca, who was still furiously pedaling to catch up, he cursed under his breath, "Damn it! Where the hell did this monster come from?! I've never seen anyone ride a bicycle like this before!!"
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The companion heard what the sharp-faced man said, gritted his teeth, and twisted the throttle to the limit. The motorcycle let out a violent roar—then stalled.
The sharp-faced man got off the motorcycle, held up the bag, and questioned angrily, "What's going on?!"
The companion looked at the smoking motorcycle, eyes full of distress. "I told you, this motorcycle is already very old. It can only go so fast. See? The engine's blown."
Bianca tossed aside her smoking bicycle wheel, looked at the squirming bag in the man's hand, and said, "You two—hand over the cat you caught."
The sharp-faced man spat disdainfully on the ground, then pulled out a folding knife from his coat and pointed it at Bianca, shouting, "Pah! I caught this cat with my own skills. Why should I give it to you? Besides, it's not your cat anyway. I advise you not to meddle!"
The companion swallowed nervously and asked in a low voice, "Big bro, are you sure about this?"
The sharp-faced man frowned at his timid companion and said, "What's there to be afraid of? There are two of us and only one of her. And she's just a little girl—soft and delicate. What's to fear?"
Big bro, she caught up with a motorcycle on a bicycle… Can we really take her on?
The companion silently questioned in his heart but didn't dare to say it out loud, afraid of shaking his big bro's confidence.
Bianca found it laughable that they not only refused to cooperate but even pulled a knife on her.
With a puzzled expression from the other side, she bent down, picked up a small rock from the ground, weighed it in her hand, and then hurled it at the man's knife-wielding hand.
"Ah!" The sharp-faced man screamed in pain, and the knife fell to the ground. Just as he was about to bend down and pick it up, another rock flew over, knocking the knife several meters away.
Seeing this, the sharp-faced man's face changed. He looked at Bianca in shock, then threw the bag to his stunned companion and turned to run while clutching his hand.
"You handle this, Second Brother! I'm out of here!"
"Ah?! Big bro, wait for me!" The companion dropped the bag and chased after him.
"Trying to run? Not happening!" A sharp light flashed in Bianca's eyes as she threw out the rest of the rocks in her hand. Without exception, they all hit the two men's knees.
Watching the two of them rolling on the ground in pain, Bianca clapped her hands with satisfaction, then walked up to them and stepped on the sharp-faced man's hand.
"Speak—how many cats have you caught, and where are they?"
The sharp-faced man's eyes widened, and he let out a string of agonized screams, begging in pain, "Ahhh! My… my hand! Please, have mercy! I won't do it again!"
Bianca, "Talk!"
"I'll talk! I'll talk!"
…
Hiss—my head feels dizzy. Where am I?
Why is it so dark? Did someone forget to pay the electric bill?
Ugh… am I tied up again?
Fu Lin struggled to sit up and shook his foggy head.
Feeling the restraints on his body, he sighed helplessly. His eyes were calm, showing no sign of disturbance—perhaps because he was already used to this.
But in the absolute silence and darkness, the sound of breathing near his ear made his fear skyrocket.
A hot breath blew across his ear.
Fu Lin's heart skipped a beat. His fingertips trembled slightly, and his ears turned red. Even though his eyes were wide open, a black cloth covered them, preventing him from seeing who was nearby.
"Mmmph!!" Let me go!
Perhaps sensing Fu Lin's resistance, the figure's breathing paused for a moment before letting out a soft laugh.
Then it became more aggressive. The person's hands wrapped around Fu Lin's waist, and soft lips began nibbling on his ear.
Fu Lin's body stiffened. At some point, the gag on his mouth had come loose. He gritted his teeth and said, "Mei?!"
As soon as Fu Lin spoke, Kiana's gaze darkened. She suppressed the anger in her heart, slowly released Fu Lin from her embrace, and murmured, "Mm."
Fu Lin breathed a sigh of relief inwardly, Looks like I overthought it. For a second, I thought it was Kiana.
"Mei, you know, you just drugged me, and I caught you red-handed. Now you're pulling this stunt again? And with Lei—"
Fu Lin turned his head toward "Mei," about to start ranting, when his expression suddenly changed. He stared at the blurry figure in front of him and said, "I'm not even mad at you, and you're getting all moody?"
Kiana narrowed her eyes slightly and sat cross-legged on the bed with her arms crossed. A flash of killing intent flickered in her eyes as she said coldly, "No. And then?"
Hearing that all-too-familiar voice, Fu Lin's mouth dropped open. His scalp tingled as he cried out in disbelief, "Ki… Kiana?!"
Then he turned his back, lowered his head, and forced a smile, "Haha… No way. I must still be dreaming. Kiana couldn't possibly be here…"