Top-tier Unruly Master

The room was a very luxurious suite, and obsequious people had already unlocked the rooms inside. In the suite, two women with their hands tied behind their backs were thrown onto the floor.

These two women were none other than Hu Jin and Zhou Ruoran. After being drugged, they had been brought here.

"Who... who are you, why have you kidnapped me?" Hu Jin anxiously looked at Iron Dragon as he walked in.

"Fan Aiping didn't lie to me; this woman indeed has outstanding looks and is certainly a virgin..." Iron Dragon licked his lips disgustingly as he spoke.

"Fan Aiping? He's in league with you?" Hu Jin frowned deeply.

Iron Dragon snorted lightly. "You really like to meddle in other people's business. You can't even save yourself, yet you're concerned about Fan Aiping? However, I'm not afraid to tell you that Fan Aiping isn't with us. At best, he's just my dog."

Having said this, Iron Dragon's gaze shifted to Zhou Ruoran. Upon seeing Zhou Ruoran, he frowned. "Who is this ugly monster?"

"Brother Iron Dragon, this is the lawyer hired by Morning Light Group. We caught two birds with one stone, so we brought her too. If you find her troubling, we can take her away," said one of the underlings.

Iron Dragon examined Zhou Ruoran from head to toe, then shook his head. "If not for that scar on her face, one could say she is a peerless beauty, with that figure, that skin... But one thing is quite favorable; she's still a virgin, which is perfect for my cultivation practice."

Zhou Ruoran frowned at this moment. "I am a lawyer, and you had better let us go right now!"

Iron Dragon laughed as if he heard the world's funniest joke. "After all the trouble I've gone through to get you here, do you think I would let you two go without having my fun?"

"Brother Iron Dragon, please go ahead and enjoy yourself; I won't disturb you any longer." The underling tactfully closed the door and left.

Hu Jin started to feel afraid. Their hands were tied behind their backs, leaving no room to fight back if he decided to force himself on her.

"You... let us go!" she demanded.

Iron Dragon stopped wasting words with them at this point and started to strip off his clothes with a sinister laugh.

Although Hu Jin still tried to suppress her emotions forcibly, her body trembled violently with fear.

Chastity is a woman's second life, especially for Hu Jin. If Iron Dragon defiled her today, she was certain she would die.

When watching TV and movies, she remembered a scene where a person would die if they bit off their own tongue. Now, Hu Jin slowly placed her tongue between her teeth, ready to act. She would rather die than have her body sullied by another.

Iron Dragon, with a lecherous smile, reached out his hand towards Hu Jin's face.

Teardrops fell from Hu Jin's eyes. They were trapped here with no one to rescue them, and waves of despair mixed with the scent of death made her tremble even more violently...

Death, Hu Jin felt the word had never been so close to her. It was a pity... she was in the prime of her life, and now she had to leave this world.

Boom... Just as Hu Jin was about to bite off her tongue, a sudden change occurred.

Zhou Ruoran, who had been silent all along, suddenly sprang into action, her head colliding with Iron Dragon. Caught off guard, Iron Dragon stumbled back several steps.

Hu Jin looked in disbelief at Zhou Ruoran, who had saved her at the crucial moment.

"You ugly freak! It seems you're eager to taste the pleasure of being a woman," Iron Dragon scoffed.

Iron Dragon grabbed Zhou Ruoran and threw her onto the soft bed.

Zhou Ruoran's face turned pale with fear, and in her terrified gaze, she saw Iron Dragon lunging towards her.

"Get away!" At that moment, Hu Jin got up from the ground and, mimicking Zhou Ruoran's earlier action, lunged headfirst at Iron Dragon.

Iron Dragon was prepared this time and caught Hu Jin, striking her chest with his palm, which knocked her unconscious.

"Ugly freak, it's our time now. After you entertain me, you'll go out to entertain my starving underlings."

Zhou Ruoran suddenly leapt up from the bed. Iron Dragon snorted. "No problem, I can amuse myself with you..."

In Iron Dragon's view, Zhou Ruoran was set to make another futile attempt to strike him.

But at that moment Zhou Ruoran wasn't looking at Iron Dragon; she had a dazed expression, her gaze cast far away, her face ashen... and slowly a tear rolled down her cheek.

"I thought Heaven had given me a chance, but fate makes fools of us all; I still can't see you again..." she said.

Zhou Ruoran's lips twitched slightly as she spoke.

"Farewell..."

"Ugly girl, just give up your resistance, and since you cannot fight back, why not enjoy it?" Iron Dragon said, laughing.

Zhou Ruoran took a deep breath and glanced at Iron Dragon with a mocking look in her eyes. "In this life, I can only be Ding Fan's woman…"

After speaking, Zhou Ruoran violently threw herself against the wall behind her.

Thump… Zhou Ruoran's forehead was bloody, and at that moment, her eyes rolled back, and she fell rigidly to the ground.

Iron Dragon had not expected Zhou Ruoran to be so unyielding. He walked over, touched her nose to check for breath, and Zhou Ruoran was indeed dead.

"Damn, this is just bad luck…" Iron Dragon said, somewhat annoyed, rolling his eyes.

Thump… Just then, a series of crashes and pitiful screams came from outside, incessant to the ear.

Just as Iron Dragon was about to open the door to see what had happened, the door was suddenly kicked open, and then someone was already standing there.

Iron Dragon looked behind the visitor and saw the living room in shambles; his men were all knocked out cold. Clearly, the work of the man now standing before him.

"Who are you?" Iron Dragon asked, warily eyeing the new arrival.

From the sounds that had come from the living room, he deduced that his men had probably not lasted ten seconds before they were all dealt with.

A person capable of knocking out so many men in such a short time was definitely not ordinary.

The person was none other than Ding Fan.

When he reached the outside of the room, his Divine Sense had swept in and found Zhou Ruoran hitting her head against the wall. By the time he wanted to intervene, it was already impossible.

After bursting in, he wasted no words. For those in his way, his handling was utterly simple—all were floored by heavy punches.

Now, to Iron Dragon's question, Ding Fan completely ignored it. He walked straight over to Zhou Ruoran's side, picked her up in his arms, and checked her breath with his index finger. In that instant, boundless rage ignited within him.

Zhou Ruoran was no longer breathing…

Huh…

Seeing Ding Fan holding Zhou Ruoran with his back to him, Iron Dragon violently lunged forward, aiming a flying kick straight at Ding Fan's head.

Ding Fan had already known that Iron Dragon was practicing a crooked Cultivation Technique, but in his eyes, that technique was hardly worth mentioning. Without even turning his head, his right hand shot out.

The foot Iron Dragon kicked out might as well have been a gift for Ding Fan's hand as it was promptly and firmly caught.

"You…"

Before Iron Dragon could finish speaking, Ding Fan had already started to exert force. The middle-aged man's large frame was suddenly lifted up by one of Ding Fan's hands, spun half a circle in the air, and then smashed ruthlessly onto the floor.

Thud…

The sound was incredibly loud. Ding Fan had used all his strength this time. One must know that since his rebirth, Zhou Ruoran had been by Ding Fan's side. Zhou Ruoran was Ding Fan's soft spot, and anyone who touched it would suffer a severe consequence, especially now that Zhou Ruoran was already breathless.

Puh…

Although Iron Dragon had practiced crooked ways, in the end, how could he withstand a full-force slam from Ding Fan?

Iron Dragon was thrown so hard that he spit out a mouthful of fresh blood. His eyes rolled back, and had he not practiced at all, that slam would have directly turned him into a meat patty.

But before Iron Dragon could catch a breath, Ding Fan exerted force again, lifting the hundred-some-pound body of Iron Dragon like a little chicken, spinning it around again before slamming it hard onto the floor.

"Big brother… please, no more, spare me, spare me…" Iron Dragon was almost falling apart, now begging pathetically with a face full of snot and tears. "I beg you, let me go, I was wrong!"

At this moment, Ding Fan paid no further attention to the half-dead Iron Dragon; his concern was Zhou Ruoran.

Ding Fan hurriedly placed Zhou Ruoran on the soft bed. After carefully examining her injuries, he found that her death was due to heavy trauma to the head. After scanning with his Divine Sense, he found that although Zhou Ruoran's heart had stopped beating, her brain cells were still very active.

In terms of modern medicine, this meant that Zhou Ruoran had not yet experienced brain death.

Ding Fan saw a glimmer of hope, now he could only try to see if he could stimulate Zhou Ruoran's heart with True Qi.

If Zhou Ruoran's heart could resume beating, then there would be a thread of hope for her to be revived.

Without any hesitation, Ding Fan laid Zhou Ruoran down flat, placed his hands on her chest, and continuously poured his True Qi into Zhou Ruoran's body…