Emerging from the break room, the corridor was eerily empty, not a soul in sight. Miaomiao quietly clutched Yun Ya’s hand, feeling his tension, and Yun Ya reciprocated by holding her hand in return. The fully enclosed corridor, with offices flanking both sides, was dimly lit by motion-sensor ceiling lights, casting long shadows on the polished floor as they moved. Yun Ya narrowed his eyes and took out his cell phone to send a text message. From the break room door to the elevator was a distance of over one hundred meters, and apart from their footsteps, there was dead silence. Yun Ya’s gaze vigilantly scanned the surroundings when suddenly, a door next to them burst open, and a hand reached out, grabbing Yun Ya’s arm and attempting to pull her inside. The assailant was so strong that, despite being on guard, Yun Ya stumbled and, caught off guard, started to fall inside. Her other hand, holding onto Yun Miao, dragged them both in, and with a "bang," the door slammed shut behind them, a "click" indicating it was locked. The room was dark with the curtains drawn, but in the weak light, they could see a man standing opposite them. In the darkness, his eyes glinted with a perverse light, utterly disgusting. "Who are you, and what do you want?" Yun Ya coldly asked, her fingers stealthily spelling out a word in Yun Miao’s palm. The man laughed, seeming composed despite the situation, "Ji Yunya? Nice name, and a nice catch...," his tone dripping with lascivious intent. As the words fell, he took off his jacket and tossed it to the ground, shaking his head as Yun Ya heard the "crack crack" of bone-snap sounds. "And you’ve brought a young lad, too. Not bad, tender and fine-skinned. Won’t it be fun to play with the both of you, brother and sister?" the man’s wicked voice rose in the darkness. A cold light flashed in Yun Ya’s eyes as she slightly narrowed them. Read complete version only at NoveI(F)ire.net "Don’t you know who I am? You’d better think about the consequences, or I’ll make sure you die without a place to bury your body...." The girl’s chilling voice suddenly filled the room, the cold menace in her tone causing an involuntary shiver. The man laughed nonchalantly, "Little girl, you’ve got quite the temper, but soon, you’ll regret saying those words." No sooner had he spoken than he began to advance toward Yun Ya. "Wait." Yun Ya suddenly spoke, and the man actually stopped in his tracks. "Even Yuan Pan doesn’t dare to offend me; what are you, to think you can have designs on me? Do you have a death wish?" "Yuan Pan? Ha ha ha, he’s not even worthy to carry my shoes. I’m quite the charmer of ladies. Don’t worry, I’ll certainly make you beg for mercy and pleasure..." he said and then suddenly lunged at Yun Ya with his hands outstretched. Yun Ya, pulling along Yun Miao, nimbly dodged. A chase ensued in the darkness. The room wasn’t large, but it was spacious enough. Yun Miao, being deaf-mute, was highly sensitive in his perception, with excellent night vision. He dragged Yun Ya around in the dark, leaving the man panting from exhaustion. "Goddammit, stop!" The man bellowed, suddenly turning on the lights, and the room instantly brightened. By this time, Yun Ya and Yun Miao had moved close to the door, her hand resting on the panel as she assessed the man standing not too far off. About thirty years old, he wore gold-rimmed glasses, dressed in a seemingly scholarly fashion. However, his face was flushed with frustration, his eyes darting with cunning lust, making him appear like a lion that had been played with, quite comical indeed. Yun Ya was certain she didn’t know him, wondering where this disgusting man had sprung from and why he would dare to target her and Yun Miao, clearly oblivious to his impending doom. "Humph, run then, keep running! So adept, aren’t you? Let’s see where you can run to," the man said, reaching out a lecherous hand towards Yun Ya, who was even more beautiful in person than in photos, and quipped that even in death beneath the peony flowers, one could be a playboy ghost. Yun Ya’s eyes tightened, and just as the man reached out, she suddenly struck. A cold flash in her hand, followed by a pig-like scream... In her hand was a delicate surgical knife that she thrust directly into the man’s palm. The razor-sharp blade penetrated right through, tinged with streaks of blood. Yun Ya’s other hand lightly covered Yun Miao’s eyes to shield him from the bloody scene. The man had never anticipated such a sudden and ruthless attack from Yun Ya, and the consequence of his underestimation was a hand that from then on, would be useless. Yun Ya scoffed and abruptly pulled the knife out, drawing a string of blood that sprayed across the man’s shirtfront and face. The man, clutching his wrist with his uninjured hand, was in so much pain that sweat beaded on his forehead, and he grimaced as he yelled at Yun Ya, "You’re courting death..." With that, he aimed a kick at Yun Ya’s stomach.