Chapter 1131: Save Me

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Xuan Ying had two scantily dressed beauties beside him, one beauty peeled the skin of a grape, bringing it to his mouth while the other beauty was behind him, massaging his shoulders.

“Silver Mask King, it seems your luck is not too good today. You’ve lost money again.” The two beauties acted coquettishly, nuzzling their big chest against his body so intentionally.

Xuan Ying threw his cards on the table, his mood thunderous. “F*ck, this is annoying!”

“Look who I’ve brought!” A president shouted excitedly.

Hearing the man, Xuan Ying lifted his head, his inky eyes riveted on her face. Their eyes met and Feng Lingxue was stunned. She hadn’t expected herself to bump into him here.

Sh*t! She subconsciously grasped her pearl clutch tightly, the card that Gu Mohan had given her was still in her clutch. She was going to undergo the hymen reconstruction surgery tomorrow, she wasn’t supposed to have sex tonight.

Xuan Ying brought his cigar to his lips, taking a puff of it before letting out a puff of smoke. Surrounded by the smoke, his sharp gaze shifted down, landing on the clutch she held in her hand.

He smoked the cigar nonchalantly, watching her so condescendingly as he observed her every little move.

“Wow, isn’t that Feng Lingxue from Ah Jiao’s Room?”

“We had the chance to witness Miss Feng’s pole dancing the other time at President Zhu’s engagement party the other time. Her performance really was breathtaking.”

“Miss Feng, let’s get to know each other.” …

One of the CEOs couldn’t wait, he walked over, stretching his hand out to touch her face.

Feng Lingxue didn’t dodge, she just gave him a cold-eyed stare. “I don’t lack men who want to get to know me, who do you think you are?”

The CEO stiffened, his expression changing.

“Ha ha, President Zhang, you think too highly of yourself. Feng Lingxue is the top social escort of Ah Jiao’s Room, she only interacts with those in the high society. What makes you think she’ll want to get to know you?”

President Zhang’s face contorted into a thunderous expression as he became bitter and spiteful. “Humph! She’s merely a slut exchanges her body for cash, what’s with her haughtiness?”

The men burst out into laughter, their lascivious gazes landed on Feng Lingxue, they wanted to just rip her clothes off. “President Zhang, are you flying into a rage because you’re feeling humiliated? Don’t be so angry, Feng Lingxue has every right to be so haughty. I’ve heard that even just her hands are able enough to make men feel like they’re in heaven.”

“But it’s a shame, Feng Lingxue doesn’t even want to talk to you. President Zhang, you’ll probably never have the chance to experience it.”

The men continued provoking President Zhang, hoping that he would act on it after being ridiculed. Without a doubt, President Zhang’s face was red as a ripened tomato. He glared at Feng Lingxue viciously, pulling his sleeves up as he charged over. “I don’t believe that I can’t tame this slut!”

President Zhang pulled Feng Lingxue’s collar forcefully and two buttons popped open, revealing a huge portion of her delicate skin.

“F*ck!”

Someone cursed. Feng Lingxue’s skin really was smooth and delicate, they just couldn’t take their eyes off of her.

President Zhang pulled her over, pressing her down against the table. The cards on the table all fell onto the ground. She sprawled on the table, her curves made even more obvious from the position.

“I’m going to have a taste of what it feels like to be in heaven!” President Zhang moved to unbuckle his belt.

Feng Lingxue sprawled on the table, slowly lifting her eyes. An imposing figure sat in front, it was Xuan Ying.

All this time, Xuan Ying hadn’t spoken a word. He just smoked his cigar and relaxed, watching her get humiliated by the men. It was as though he had nothing to do with her, he was just watching from the side.

A beauty brought another grape to his mouth, acting hypocritically. “Silver Mask King, this Feng Lingxue is really pitiful. Why don’t you help her?”

Xuan Ying ate the grape, letting out a cynical laugh. “Why should I help her?”

“She’s quite pretty, her chest is really big too.”

Xuan Ying narrowed his eyes, swallowing the grape. His gaze traveled down to her chest, looking at her cleavage as he exuded a devilish charm. “She’s not bad.”

“Silver Mask King, do you want to have her first? We’ll have her only after you’re done enjoying her.” The few CEOs tried to suck up to Xuan Ying.

Xuan Ying puffed on the cigar, not saying a word.

But President Zhang couldn’t hold it in. “Silver Mask King, if you don’t want her, I’m going to help myself first!”

President Zhang held Feng Lingxue down, stretching his arm out to lift her skirt. Feng Lingxue retracted her gaze and stretched her hand out, reaching for an ashtray.

Turning around so suddenly, she mustered all her strength and smashed the ashtray on President Zhang’s head.

“Argh!” President Zhang yelped, a steady stream of blood flowed down his head.

The air was filled with a bloody smell.

President Zhang fell on the ground, pointing at Feng Lingxue angrily. “Slut, how dare you hit me?!”

The other men signaled at each other, approaching Feng Lingxue, all harboring ill intentions. Someone grabbed Feng Lingxue’s shoulder and took the chance to molest her, feeling the silky touch of her skin.

“Miss Feng, you’re clearly in the wrong. How could you hit him?”

Feng Lingxue glared at the man. “Get lost!”

She lifted her arm, preparing to smash the blood-covered ashtray in their direction.

But the men had prepared themselves for it. They went in front, snatching the ashtray from her and kicked her.

Feng Lingxue’s knees fell to the ground with a loud pound. Her head was low and a black army boot appeared beside her. She knelt down beside Xuan Ying’s feet.

The blood-covered ashtray dropped on the ground, a drop of blood dripping on his boot.

“Hey, how could you all dirty Silver Mask King’s shoe?” a beauty exclaimed in shock.

“Silver Mask King, we’re sorry. We’ll clean it for you.”

A man bent down, wiping Xuan Ying’s shoe. “Silver Mask King, since you’re not interested in her, we’ll teach Feng Lingxue a good lesson.”

By now, Xuan Ying’s cigar was almost burned out. A beauty brought over a new ashtray and he tapped the ash inside.

The hierarchy in the room was apparent. He was the real decision maker in the luxurious room, deciding everyone’s fate.

“Hurry and take this Feng Lingxue away.”

The men signaled at each other with gazes, wanting to drag Feng Lingxue away. They really were in luck today, being able to take this stunner for free.

F*ck! More people were looming forward to take her away. Feng Lingxue knew that if she were to be taken away, there was no way she could escape being gang-raped.

Stretching her hand out, she pulled on Xuan Ying’s trousers. As she clutched at the fine fabric of his trousers tightly, she bent down, giving him a kowtow.

“Save me!”