The man leaned close to her ear, aiming to kiss her earlobe. Yun Ya suddenly raised her head and bit his ear fiercely, tearing it off with a savage rip. Accompanied by the man’s anguished scream, the ear was bitten off alive, warm blood splattering all over her face. Yun Ya’s gaze was grim, and she spat harshly, throwing the bitten ear out. The man screamed in shock, wiping his bloody hands. The next moment, his eyes became incredibly fierce, and he grabbed Yun Ya’s neck, "You want to die." Yun Ya curled her lips, her mouth full of blood, in a beautiful yet tragic manner, her eyes burning with stubborn yet icy flames, "If you have the guts, kill me. Otherwise, you are sure to die by my hand." Screw you, Crown Prince, I fear you not. Gradually, she found it hard to breathe. The man’s grip grew harsher, his eyes becoming increasingly sinister, wanting to strangle her. Yun Ya felt dizzy, thinking, if she must die, she definitely would not let an unknown man touch her body. Absolutely not. Brother Yan... Am I foolish? Choosing chastity over life. Just the thought of being possessed by a man other than you, I’d rather die. There’s really no hope... She smiled bitterly as her mind gradually went blank. Above her, the man’s savage gaze remained, and the force on her neck did not slacken. Just as Yun Ya was in despair, the man suddenly softened his grip, collapsing onto her. Warm blood splattered all over her face. Yun Ya was stunned, and the next moment, Poppy’s scream pierced the air, followed by the sound of guards drawing their guns. Everything happened too fast—almost in the blink of an eye, the guards fell one by one, their throats sliced by flying knives. Yun Ya abruptly sat up, pushing the man off her. She saw a massive blood hole between his brows, his eyes bulging, dead and unyielding. The bullet from the back of his head pierced through his forehead, killing him instantly. Yun Ya clutched her chest, suddenly turning to the side of the bed to vomit, her eyes tearing up as she did. The veils fluttered, and in the shadows of the room stood a tall figure. He had his back towards her, dressed in sleek black gear, with flying knives twirling deftly between his nimble fingers, bewildering and terrifying to behold. With tear-filled eyes, Yun Ya raised her head, watching the figure turn and walk towards her. He wore a silver mask, revealing half of his face, with long brows and piercing eyes, stunning at a glance. This was a mysterious and powerful man. Yun Ya supported herself halfway up, certain she had never seen this man before. He walked up to Poppy, and the knife in his hand suddenly flew towards Poppy’s neck. Yun Ya abruptly spoke, "Don’t...." The man’s eyes turned sharp, and the knife spun past Poppy’s neck, leaving a shallow bloodline on her delicate skin before returning to his hand. Poppy rolled her eyes and instantly fainted. Thᴇ link to the origɪn of this information rᴇsts ɪn novel•fire.net Yun Ya breathed a sigh of relief. The man snorted lightly and suddenly began walking towards her, his long, firm legs wrapped in black trousers, his steps solid and powerful, each one as silent as a hammer striking Yun Ya’s heart. His eyes were sharp as knives, tearing through her skin. Yun Ya clenched her fist discreetly, "She is my friend, you cannot kill her." The man stood by the bed, glancing at her with indifferent eyes, causing Yun Ya’s heart to suddenly tighten. The man bent to pick her up, but Yun Ya struggled. The man lowered his eyes, "Don’t move." Yun Ya was already weak from hunger, and after the recent struggle, she was nearly exhausted, unable to muster any strength to resist. Helplessly nestled in the man’s arms, she lowered her eyes and asked faintly, "Who are you?" "Wu Hen." He replied softly, his voice low and pleasant. "Why did you save me?" She persisted. The man lowered his eyes to look at her, making Yun Ya’s scalp tingle. She raised her eyes to meet his. His eyes were beautiful, brown in color, and there was a complexity in them that Yun Ya couldn’t understand. She felt they were familiar, yet couldn’t recall where she’d seen them before. He spoke calmly, two concise words. Yun Ya’s face changed instantly. She suddenly jumped from his arms and stepped back swiftly, her eyes wary and cold. The man’s lips curved slightly, seeming to smile, but with his stiff expression, the smile appeared extremely inexplicable. "I saved you." He tilted his head, seemingly puzzled by the girl’s sudden change. Yun Ya sneered, "Get lost, don’t let me see you, or I won’t be able to stop myself from killing you." She picked up the leather gear dropped by the bed and wrapped it around her hand, then viciously whipped the corpse of Emil, each strike tearing his white robe, exposing bloody streaks.