Chapter 200: The Big-Eyed Beautiful Policewoman (Part 2)
As soon as Du Yuheng moved, before he could even touch the policewoman's chest, a sharp pain shot through his hand—it felt like he'd hit a brick wall. The big-eyed porcelain beauty's eyes turned cold; her palm sliced through the air like a blade, striking his wrist and knocking his clawed hand away.
The precision was brutal—she hit his wrist bone dead-on, making his eyes water from the pain.
Of course, he didn't dare cry out. He shook his hand behind his back and forced a grin. "Not bad, got some skill, huh?"
Du Yuheng hadn't expected this pretty cop to know how to fight, but he didn't care. After all, she was just a woman. He'd learned a bit of basic fighting and was way stronger than her. If he got serious, he'd take her right there on the road.
His men saw him take a hit and wanted to rush in, but he waved them back. "No one help me!" he barked. They stepped aside, eager to watch their boss show off.
Du Yuheng grinned wickedly and lunged again at Qi Xiaoxiao, same move, straight for her chest.
Just as his hand brushed the fabric of her uniform, the big-eyed policewoman sidestepped swiftly, twisting her body and driving her knee forward.
Du Yuheng was tall, but her knee shot up perfectly—slamming right into his groin.
"Aaaghhh!" Du Yuheng clutched his crotch and fell to the ground, rolling in agony.
His men froze, staring dumbly at him on the ground. None of them dared move. Just imagining that pain made their balls shrink in sympathy.
"You idiots! Grab her—now! Aaah!" Du Yuheng screamed through clenched teeth, writhing in pain.
That finally snapped his men out of it—they charged forward.
But to everyone's surprise, the porcelain-faced policewoman showed no fear. She crouched slightly into a fighting stance. The thugs exchanged glances and smirked.
"Babe, you're ours today." Except for the two watching Yang Fei, the other five surrounded her, leering at her flawless, porcelain-smooth skin.
Just touching her would probably feel amazing.
The five moved smartly, guarding their weak spots, closing in slowly, then attacking together.
Though the policewoman fought well, she was outnumbered. After a few exchanges, she began to falter.
One thug swept her legs from behind, knocking her down. As she struggled to get up, another stomped hard on her ankle.
Two others grabbed her arms, twisting them behind her back.
"Hahaha! Still tough now?" Du Yuheng, forgetting his pain, sprang up. "Pin her on the car—I'll fuck her right here!"
"You beast!" the policewoman shouted. Her arms were pinned, but her wide eyes glared at him. "You dare assault a police officer?"
"Assault? I'll do more than that. I'll fuck you till you scream!" Du Yuheng roared with laughter.
He gestured for his men to press Qi Xiaoxiao against the back of the Z4, then reached for his belt.
"You guys really think this is fun?" Yang Fei's calm voice suddenly cut in as she stepped out of her Z4.
Instantly, every thug's eyes snapped toward her. Damn—she was stunning.
Her curves, her slender waist, her perfect hips, her flawless face, her long pale legs—she was the definition of perfection.
Every man swallowed hard.
Du Yuheng froze, staring at her. For some reason, shame washed over him. His hand hovered at his belt; he couldn't go through with it. Doing this in front of Yang Fei—it didn't feel right.
"Put her back in the car," he ordered finally. But the memory of that painful knee made his rage boil again. He had to have her today.
His men grinned. This was their chance to cop a feel. That qipao was so short, her skin nearly glowed—they could barely hold themselves back.
They were just about to move—
When suddenly, from the opposite lane, came the screech of tires and the grinding squeal of rubber on asphalt.
A black Range Rover roared toward them like a beast unleashed.
Before they could react, it slammed head-on into the black Toyota Du Yuheng had been riding in.
"Boom!" "Screeech!!"
The Toyota's front end crumpled instantly. The Range Rover pushed it backward dozens of meters, dust swirling into a blinding cloud.
The driver's door flew open. Before anyone could see who it was, a young man in a dark green coat strode over.
Du Yuheng's hand was still on his zipper when the man grabbed his ear, twisted it hard, and yanked him forward like a pig being dragged to slaughter. A sharp kick hit the back of his knee, forcing him down.
"Everyone, calm the fuck down." The man's voice was soft—but filled with menace. Du Yuheng's scream echoed right after.
"Aaaah—Zhang Yang!!" Du Yuheng howled, recognizing him instantly. He forgot the pain in his groin, forgot everything—his legs trembled uncontrollably.
He still had nightmares about Zhang Yang beating five killers half to death last time. Just seeing his face now made his blood run cold. If he'd known Zhang Yang would show up, he'd never have come here.
"Good. At least you remember me." Zhang Yang twisted his ear harder, turned his face, and slapped him hard.
"Zhang Yang—no, Brother Yang! I was wrong! I shouldn't be here!" Du Yuheng stammered, panicking. How the hell had Zhang Yang shown up here?
He'd been so careful—and Yang Fei hadn't even had time to call anyone.
"Shouldn't be here?"
"...Smack!!!!"
"But here you are, aren't you?"
"...Smack!!!!"
Two more loud slaps. His once-handsome face was swelling up, his ears ringing.
His teeth clenched with rage. He hated Zhang Yang, but he was helpless. This man was ruthless—if he pissed him off, he might really die here.
As he racked his brain for a way out, two thugs suddenly pulled knives and pressed them to Yang Fei's and the policewoman's throats, shouting,
"Let go of Young Master Du, or we'll kill your women!"
Du Yuheng's eyes lit up. Finally, an opening. "Zhang Yang! Let me go! I know how much you care about Yang Fei! Hurt me, and I'll make sure she dies!"
Zhang Yang frowned, glancing at Yang Fei. A bright blade rested against her neck, but she didn't even flinch. She met his eyes and said calmly, "If you let him go, you'll lose any chance to negotiate."
Zhang Yang nodded slightly, then shifted his grip, wrapping his hand around Du Yuheng's neck, tightening it. "She's right. So let's gamble—see who dies first."
"You…ugh…" Du Yuheng's face turned blue, gasping for air.
Zhang Yang didn't actually want to kill him. Seeing him choke, he loosened his grip slightly. But Du Yuheng, suddenly emboldened, screamed, "Even if I die, I'll take your woman with me! You ran miles for her, bought her chocolate, almost died for her—I know you care, bastard!"
"Bi Zi, cut her face first!" Du Yuheng shouted hoarsely.
"Heh, got it." The thug holding the knife to Yang Fei's throat raised it higher.
"Wait, stop!" Zhang Yang's voice cracked—panic in his tone. If Yang Fei's face got scarred, he couldn't bear it.
"Heh, what now, tough guy?" Du Yuheng laughed hysterically, not realizing his life was still in Zhang Yang's hands. "Go on! Let me go!"
"Let her go first."
"Dream on! I'll count to three—if you don't release me, Bi Zi, slice her face!"
Yang Fei frowned slightly. Zhang Yang saw her tilt her head—she looked ready to press her face into the blade herself.
He panicked instantly. "Fine! I give up!" he shouted.
He released Du Yuheng and shoved him forward.
The moment he was free, Du Yuheng grinned viciously, grabbed a knife from another thug, and stalked toward Zhang Yang.
"You think you're so tough?" he snarled, thrusting the blade straight at Zhang Yang's stomach.