Imprisoning the Black Moonlight

Suddenly, the cabinet door swung open, and the blinding sunlight caught everyone off guard, causing the two people inside to squint reflexively.

The two thugs standing at the counter, holding AKs, were stunned for a moment, then used the muzzle of their guns to lift Yao Gongyue's chin.

"Jim, oh my god, Jim, it's her! The Southeast Asian man's secret lover in his villa, it's her—"

A man next to her, whose entire exposed skin was covered in tattoos, roared in alarm and became extremely agitated. He then reached out to grab Yao Gongyue.

"Don't touch her!" Sister Lan frantically shielded Yao Gongyue behind her. "Since you know her identity, you should know that if you dare to touch her, Nuohan will skin you alive!" Like a mother hen protecting her chicks, she spread her arms wide and did her best to block Yao Gongyue completely.

"Damn it, he won't live more than a few days, stop trying to scare me!" the man said, his lewd gaze sweeping over Sister Lan from head to toe.

"This woman may be a bit older, but she's well-maintained. Jim, want to have some fun?"

The guard standing to the side with his gun turned around, sized up Sister Lan, and said, "Not bad, this kind of woman is fun to work with. I like her. You go guard the door, I'll go first!"

The man put away his gun and reached out to grab Sister Lan's hair.

Lan was dragged out of the closet.

"What are you doing? Let her go..." Yao Gongyue held onto Lan Jie's arm tightly, preventing her from being dragged out.

"Moon, let go, find a chance to run, go find Nuohan, and avenge me!" Sister Lan reached up to grab her hair that was being pulled. The bath towel wrapped around her body had fallen down to her thighs, exposing her delicate and well-proportioned figure to the sunlight.

"Godmother... Godmother..." Yao Gongyue cried as she chased after her, desperately trying to cover Lan Jie with the bath towel.

“Run… Moon… Find a chance to run…” Sister Lan had already been dragged out of the room, but she was still shouting loudly at her.

"Just wait, baby, don't rush, it'll be your turn to enjoy yourself soon..."

The disgusting man grabbed Yao Gongyue around the waist, slammed her against the wall, and greedily tried to smell her fragrance, but the girl pushed him away forcefully, shouting, "Get away from me, you stinky rat!"

The man licked his lips, grinned lewdly, and smugly looked her up and down, her shapely figure wrapped only in a bath towel. "Sweetheart, I'll make you feel amazing later!"

After he finished speaking, he stood at the door with his gun. From there came Sister Lan's heart-wrenching screams. Yao Gongyue was so frightened that she curled up in the corner, her heart pounding like a drum. She had to find a way to escape.

The commotion next door grew louder and louder, and the man guarding the door became increasingly agitated, glancing back every now and then at the little white rabbit-like girl in the corner.

"Damn it, I can't wait any longer, baby—" He threw down his gun and pounced on Yao Gongyue.

"Do not--"

The girl screamed and jumped back, tightly closing her eyes...

One second...two seconds...three seconds...

The surroundings were completely silent. Even with her eyes closed, Yao Gongyue could still feel the familiar low pressure. In disbelief, she suddenly opened her eyes.

The disgusting man's entire face had turned a liverish color, his eyes bulged, his mouth was agape, and he looked terrified. His legs were twisting incessantly, and a powerful hand covered in calluses was gripping his throat, with the bulging veins on his arm filled with savage strength.

"Baby, close your eyes!" A sinister, hoarse voice emanated from the man's throat.

The moment the girl closed her eyes, the man's military knife at his back flashed with a sharp light, stabbing into her heart. He spun it left and right, and blood gushed out from the blood groove.

Only after he could no longer feel a heartbeat in his hand did Nuohan draw his general's knife, disdainfully wipe the blood off the person, tuck it behind his back, and take off his blood-stained coat, putting it on her.

"It's a little dirty, just bear with it, okay?" The man pulled the terrified girl into his arms with one hand. "Don't be afraid, baby, your husband is here!"

Yao Gongyue finally came to her senses, her small hands gripping his strong arm, her eyes filled with tears of grievance, "Waaah... you big blockhead... why did you take so long to come... you scared me to death... waaah..."

"Sweetheart, baby, we'll let you vent your anger when we get back. We need to get out of here first..." The man wrapped his large arm around her slender waist and coaxed her, "Where's Sister Lan? Didn't she come out with you?"

Just as Yao Gongyue was about to speak, the door opposite her creaked open.

Nuohan stepped to the side, shielding her behind him, and squeezed her hand, signaling her not to move or make a sound.

The man had already gripped the military knife in his hand. Seizing the opportunity, he suddenly turned around and, with the agility of a cheetah, flashed behind the man, delivering a fatal blow to his throat!

He stepped on the lifeless corpse with his black boots, wiped the blood off his knife, then turned around and took her hand.

“Nohan…” Yao Gongyue was in tears. “Sister Lan is inside.” She pointed to the half-open door opposite her, and couldn’t say the rest of her sentence.

The man narrowed his eyes, looking at the dead man on the ground with a face like a demon, his whole body exuding a strong murderous aura. He ruffled her hair and was about to step inside.

"Don't go!" The girl grabbed his hand. "I'll go... I'll go... Sister Lan is such a respectable person, I can't let you see her in such a sorry state."

Nuohan pursed his lips, his handsome face contorted in a tense expression. "Okay, then go ahead, baby. No matter what you see, be strong!"

Yao Gongyue bit her lip, wiped her face with the back of her hand, and nodded.

Despite having mentally prepared herself, she was still so frightened by the scene inside that she almost fell to the ground. Sister Lan's hair was disheveled, she was covered in blood, and she was lying naked in a pool of blood, with blood still gushing from between her legs.

"Sister Lan... Sister Lan..." She rushed over and covered her with the bath towel that was thrown on the ground by the door. "Sister Lan, wake up! Nuohan is here. He killed those two beasts. Please wake up!"

"Moon, get this sorted out quickly, I'll come in and take you away!" Nuohan's voice came from the doorway.

Yao Gongyue sniffed. "Nuohan, get me some clothes!"

A minute later, a blood-stained garment was thrown in from behind the door. Yao Gongyue quickly put it on Lan Jie and shouted towards the door, "All done!"

Upon hearing this, the man outside rushed in. Looking at Sister Lan, who was pale and lifeless, his dark eyes narrowed. Without saying a word, he picked her up and said, "Follow me, Moon!"

The man led her around the main passage and into a less crowded maintenance passage. He carefully placed Sister Lan on the ground. "Three people are too conspicuous and can't get out. I have to kill these people down here before I can get you out."

Even in her ignorance, Yao Gongyue was startled by the man's words. She grabbed his hand and said, "There are a lot of them, and they're all armed. There were a few explosions in the mall at first, so they probably have bombs. You can't kill them all by yourself. I'll stay here and not go anywhere. You go out and get reinforcements first. In war, the worst thing is to go deep into enemy territory alone without backup. You can come back with people to rescue us, okay?"

A faint smile played on the man's cold face. "Underestimating your man?"

dong... dong... dong...

Footsteps sounded in the distance, and a three-man squad of thugs, guns in hand, approached. Nuohan squeezed her hand, his dark eyes unfathomable, and raised his chin. "Hide inside and don't make a sound!"

The military knife that had claimed countless lives in the jungles of northern Myanmar reappeared in the man's iron hand, its cold, sharp edge radiating murderous intent. The man gripped the knife in his backhand, leaped sideways, and scaled the wall, where a powerful beast lurked, ready to strike.