The Double

Chapter 642: Chapter 194: Rescue the Beauty

“To think you would dare to bully my own people, you’ve really got some nerve.”

After uttering those words, the man and woman in front of Jih Heng suddenly lunged at him!

It seemed they intended to take advantage of Jih Heng’s momentary distraction to launch a sneak attack. The young man’s smile grew cold as he opened and closed his fan, blocking the flash of silver heading toward his face. No one knew what material his fan was made of; it appeared soft and delicate, yet it was impervious to blades. Even the attacker’s knife couldn’t pierce through it. In the next moment, that fan gently swept across the necks of the two attackers, as if a butterfly kissing the blossoms of a newly opened peach tree, soft as a gust of wind.

The entire sequence happened too quickly for anyone to clearly discern Jih Heng’s movements. He then retracted his fan, standing before the two individuals with an indolent and detached smile. The man and woman maintained their previous stance, a line of blood appearing on their necks before they collapsed to the ground with a “thump.”

A deadly strike.

Jiang Li struggled to look ahead, only to find the crimson figure standing before her inexplicably comforting. He turned his head to look at Jiang Li, his brows slightly furrowed, a smirk on his lips as he said, “To be this cunning and still fall into someone else’s hands.”

Jiang Li’s eyes stung a bit.

Although Jih Heng spoke thus, he bent down to help Jiang Li up. When he grasped her arm, it seemed he only then realized she had been drugged, her entire body limp. He clicked his tongue and had no choice but to wrap his arm around her shoulder, lift her off the ground, and carry her horizontally.

His tall stature made carrying the frail girl effortless. Jiang Li’s clothes had been torn to shreds by her abductor, but fortunately, Jih Heng’s wide robe could envelop her securely. Carrying Jiang Li, he stepped over the bodies of the man and woman on the ground, looking utterly disgusted, as if fearful of soiling himself with even a speck of blood.