Jin Biaohu was also a little relieved. Since Mu Rulan did not have her knife, to him, she was nothing but a little tiger trying to act.
Huang Maozai was relieved for only a little before transitioning to anger. He walked to Mu Rulan, holding his iron rod. “Damn, weren’t you so fierce? Why don’t you continue? Weren’t you so arrogant? Why are you no longer arrogant? You can’t do anything without the knife, huh! You psycho!”
Mu Rulan stood in place, her expression relaxed like she had yet to realize her current situation. The more Huang Maozai looked at her, the more strange he found her. Translated by The Novelst
He slowed his footsteps and gripped the rod in his hand tighter before whipping it towards Mu Rulan. “Don’t look at me so insolently!”
He wanted to knock her down, but because he was afraid of the look in her eyes, he didn’t dare look her in the eye.
So Mu Rulan was able to easily dodge his attack. She even took the initiative to grab Huang Maozai’s weapon and pull on it. He was caught off guard and was pulled to her. “You don’t even have the courage to look me in the face. How are you planning on killing me? I guess this way it’s better you don’t have to see forever.”
Huang Maozai’s eyes widened in shock before he fell to the ground in the next second, shouting in horror and pain.
Jin Biaohu shivered with fear, dropping the knife in the process. He stared blankly at Huang Maozai rolling in pain on the ground.
A pencil had been inserted deep into his left eye. Scarlet blood poured from the wound, looking terrifying. Jin Biaohu felt pain in his heart just looking at the scene before him
But what was more terrifying than the wound was the person who caused it.
The angelic-looking girl stood not too far from Huang Maozai, a faint smile still present on her face.
“Back off! Damn, you better stay away!” After recovering from the shock, Jin Biaohu began shouting at Mu Rulan, afraid she would do something else to Huang Maozai.
“Hm?” Mu Rulan turned her gaze back on to Jin Biaohu, seeing that he still held her precious little brother hostage. She smiled. “Hey, give me back my little brother, ya.”
“You better stay away!” He shouted, eyes bloodshot, nearly glowing red.
But another pencil appeared in Mu Rulan’s hand, its sharp point twirling in her fingers.
Mu Rulan picked up the iron rod on the ground and kneeled in front of Huang Maozai. The sharp pain had filled his mind and he was completely defenseless. Feeling something sharp against his face, he froze.
Mu Rulan smiled and looked at Jin Biaohu. “Give me back my little brother, or my pencil this time won’t go in his eye but in his throat. Or maybe you want to wait until after I kill him, and then we can play a game of our own? This place is deserted and there’s no more gas in our cars. Don’t even try to escape, ya.”
Huang Maozai was so terrified his entire body began to shake with tremors, and he whined for mercy.
Jin Biaohu felt that Mu Rulan was terrifying. She was scarier than even the ghosts in horror movies. “Don’t touch him! I’ll give you back your little brother. Just… just back off!”
“Stay back! Go back to the room. We’ll exchange our people there!” Jin Biaohu was in a state of extreme fear. And in those states of extreme fear, people feared losing their companions, especially when they had nothing else left.
That was why Jin Biaohu would rather give up Mu Rulin to receive Huang Maozai.
The room? Mu Rulan turned her head to look at the room Jin Biaohu pointed out.
“Hurry!” Jin Biaohu was afraid Mu Rulan would somehow manage to take control of the situation, so he rushed her.
“Fine,” Mu Rulan said, shrugging. She looked like she couldn’t do anything to him, but that expression on her face only made him more fearful.
She dragged Huang Maozai by the collar, wanting him to walk by himself there.
Huang Maozai immediately obeyed her wishes, not daring to voice his dissent. He followed her to the warehouse, temporarily trying to ignore the pain in his eye.
Jin Biaohu asked Mu Rulan to walk inside the warehouse and he himself stayed by the entrance, clutching Mu Rulin. He said nervously, “We’ll release them at the same time!”
Compared to Jin Biaohu’s jittery nervousness, Mu Rulan seemed much more relaxed. “Why are you so scared? I’ll be gentle, ya.”
“Hurry and exchange!” Jin Biaohu screamed. Translated by The Novelst
“Okay. I’ll release him on the count of three, and you’ll push Mu Rulin over here. Don’t you dare try and trick me, or else…” A smile crept onto Mu Rulan’s face.
Jin Biaohu had a chill run down his back. He didn’t have any other thoughts, only feeling that Mu Rulin was a hot potato he wanted to offload quickly. Escape was likely his best bet.
As Mu Rulan counted to three, Huang Maozai ran to Jin Biaohu and Jin Biaohu pushed Mu Rulin to Mu Rulan.
Mu Rulan stepped forward to catch Mu Rulin, but his deadweight made her stagger back a few steps.
Jin Biaohu took advantage of this opportunity and quickly locked the room from outside, bringing Huang Maozai to run to the car, as though the door itself was insufficient to keep Mu Rulan in.
The cars were not completely out of gas. There was still a little left at the very bottom of the tank. They could run for a few hundred meters, at least. They were so terrified that they had lost all strength, and all they could think about was escaping as far as possible.
And so the van disappeared from the factory grounds.
Proofread by: Hannah
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