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Semifinals · Gu Chengyuan vs. Michael
When the lights inside the venue fell, the mixed noise in the stands seemed to be slowly pressed down by an invisible hand.
Only scattered conversations remained, along with the sound of shoes rubbing against the floor and the faint electric hum from the lighting rig above the ring.
The announcement echoed through the gymnasium.
“The next match—competitors, please enter!”
Michael stepped onto the ring first.
He was heavily built, with broad shoulders and sharply defined muscles under the lights. Every step he took onto the ring carried an intentionally amplified sense of weight.
That was not simple confidence.
It was a performance meant to make the opponent feel pressure before the match even began.
He raised his head and looked across the ring, a smile hanging at the corner of his mouth.
There was nothing friendly in it.
Gu Chengyuan slowly stood up.
He did not enter the ring immediately. He only rolled his wrist first, as if he had just woken up from a nap, or as if this match had very little to do with him.
But Lin Hao stood at ringside and watched that lazy posture. For some reason, he felt Gu Chengyuan was quieter than usual.
That silence was not relaxation.
It was something being held down.
Michael watched Gu Chengyuan approach. The corner of his mouth pulled upward.
“You finally came.”
His voice was not loud, but it was just enough for Gu Chengyuan to hear.
“Didn’t get enough down there? Now we make it official.”
Gu Chengyuan did not answer.
He only stepped onto the ring and walked to the center.
Michael deliberately looked past him, his gaze landing on Lin Jing at ringside. His smile became dirtier.
“Don’t keep hiding behind a woman.”
Gu Chengyuan stopped.
Michael seemed to catch his reaction, and his smile became even more obvious.
“I can’t even imagine what I should do to ‘take care’ of your teacher after I win.”
At ringside, Lin Jing’s gaze moved slightly.
She did not speak.
She only looked quietly at the ring.
Gu Chengyuan raised his eyes and looked at Michael.
His expression did not change much. There was even a slight smile at the corner of his mouth, but that smile no longer resembled the one he usually used when teasing Lin Hao.
“I’ll teach you properly.”
His voice was very light.
“What the words ‘take care’ really mean.”
Michael narrowed his eyes.
Gu Chengyuan looked at him, his tone still steady.
“I won’t let you say it a second time.”
Lin Jing looked at his back, her fingers tightening faintly.
She knew Michael had never seen Gu Chengyuan’s true face.
The referee raised his hand.
“Ready—”
For that instant, the venue was so quiet it felt as though everyone was holding their breath.
“Begin!”
The moment the word fell, Gu Chengyuan moved first.
He did not probe.
He did not circle.
His toe only cut forward, and his body sliced diagonally into Michael’s blind spot.
Michael’s eyes had only just caught up with his shoulder line when Gu Chengyuan’s fist had already driven in through the shortest route.
Wolf Fang Strike: Cut
Bang!
The fist landed squarely on Michael’s mouth, knocking his head to the side and forcing his feet back half a step.
Blood seeped from the corner of his mouth and slowly slid down his chin.
The entire venue fell silent for a moment.
Michael raised his hand and touched the corner of his mouth. When he saw the blood on his fingertip, he did not get angry.
Instead, he smiled.
“Good.”
He licked the blood from the corner of his mouth, and his eyes lit up.
“That’s more like it.”
In the next second, his whole body pressed forward.
An uppercut drilled in from the side, the punch line low and tricky. Gu Chengyuan retreated half a step, letting the fist brush past his side. Michael turned his waist, and a sweeping kick immediately followed, its wind cutting close to the surface of the ring.
But Gu Chengyuan had already shifted to another position.
The sweep missed.
Michael’s foot scraped across the floor. His body stopped for an instant, and the contempt in his eyes finally faded a little.
“…Interesting.”
He did not probe again.
His body sank. Both legs kicked hard against the floor, and his whole body pressed forward like a wall.
It was a very direct MMA entry.
As long as he managed to grab the waist or legs, Gu Chengyuan would be dragged into Michael’s wrestling rhythm.
But Gu Chengyuan did not retreat.
Instead, he met him with half a step forward.
Michael’s eyes changed.
In the next instant, Gu Chengyuan’s hands had already landed on his shoulder and forearm.
He was not pushing hard.
He stuck to him.
Adhered to him.
He made Michael’s charging force jam on that single beat.
Wolf Fang Strike: Stick
Michael’s charge was cut off for an instant.
And in that instant, Gu Chengyuan’s knee had already driven into his abdomen.
Bang!
Michael’s body shook. He immediately released and withdrew, his feet scraping against the ring as he backed away.
His breathing was slightly disturbed, but his reactions were still quick.
Gu Chengyuan stood where he was. His breathing remained steady, and there was still a faint smile at the corner of his mouth.
That was not a relaxed smile.
It was more like a hunter watching prey finally begin to struggle.
Michael stared at him. The smile on his face slowly disappeared.
“So that’s how it is.”
He said in a low voice.
“Then I’m done playing.”
His posture changed.
The provocative, performative movements from before vanished. In their place was a lower, steadier, more dangerous stance.
In the next instant, he rushed again, faster than before.
Straight punch to pressure the face.
Uppercut to attack the abdomen.
Knee strike to fill the centerline.
A whole string of combinations drove forward as if trying to push Gu Chengyuan straight into the corner of the ring.
Gu Chengyuan turned sideways to let the straight punch pass. His forearm lowered and cut off the uppercut’s line. When the knee strike came up, his footwork angled away, his shoulder brushing past Michael’s chest. His whole body slid out as if gliding along the edge of a blade.
Every strike missed by only a little.
But none of them landed cleanly.
Michael did not panic. Instead, as he pressed forward, he smiled and spoke.
“Weren’t you going to take care of me?”
He deliberately raised his voice so everyone at ringside could hear.
“How did you turn into a little kid who only knows how to run?”
Gu Chengyuan only smiled.
“Run?”
He raised his eyes and looked at Michael. His tone was light.
“You really think so?”
Michael’s movement paused for an instant.
And in that instant, Gu Chengyuan struck.
He did not circle.
He did not retreat.
He slapped away Michael’s punch line half a beat before it could fully unfold, as if he had directly pulled out the most important nail from the opponent’s rhythm.
Wolf Fang Strike: Misstep
Michael’s punch was cut off.
Gu Chengyuan’s footwork sliced in. His straight punch pierced through the centerline.
Bang!
Michael’s face was hit again.
This time, he retreated a full step.
Blood flowed more clearly from the corner of his mouth.
Gu Chengyuan looked at him, then suddenly clicked his tongue.
“Oh no.”
Michael frowned.
“What?”
Gu Chengyuan pointed at the corner of his mouth.
“I didn’t bring any bandages.”
Michael’s expression sank.
Gu Chengyuan added:
“You might dirty the ring later.”
Michael roared and charged at him.
This time, his attacks were even more vicious.
Straight punches, hooks, elbows, and knees arrived one after another, each strike carrying the weight of someone trying to crush his opponent.
Gu Chengyuan no longer only dodged.
He began to trade.
Fist against fist.
Elbow against elbow.
Knee against knee.
Their bodies collided repeatedly at the center of the ring, dull impacts slamming into the audience’s ears one after another.
At ringside, Lin Jing’s body leaned forward slightly.
She could tell that Gu Chengyuan’s speed was faster than she had imagined.
But what was truly frightening was not his speed.
It was his accuracy.
Every counterattack landed on the exact beat where Michael’s rhythm was about to connect.
When Michael tried to suppress him with power, he cut the angle.
When Michael tried to tie him up with wrestling, he stuck to the hand first, then counter-cut inside.
Michael lowered his body again, preparing for a takedown.
Gu Chengyuan looked at him and said calmly:
“Sorry.”
“I know a little bit of wrestling too.”
Michael’s eyes changed. He was just about to speak, but Gu Chengyuan had already stepped in first.
His hand touched Michael’s arm.
Stuck.
Turned.
Pressed the wrist down and pushed.
Wolf Fang Strike: Stick
Michael’s body was forced to turn along that force. His center tilted, and Gu Chengyuan had already appeared at his side, elbow cutting horizontally in.
Wolf Fang Strike: Reverse
Bang!
The elbow struck the side of Michael’s face.
Michael was turned by the blow. Before he could steady himself, Gu Chengyuan circled to his rear side and drove a knee into the back of his thigh.
Bang!
Michael’s knee softened, and he nearly dropped down, but he forced himself to hold.
He turned to counterattack, but Gu Chengyuan had already withdrawn, pulling the distance open again.
Michael’s breathing began to break.
Sweat appeared on his forehead.
He looked at Gu Chengyuan, and for the first time, something different appeared in his eyes.
Not fear.
It was the feeling of realizing, only after being dismantled step by step, that he was being hunted.
“You…”
He panted.
“What kind of monster are you?”
Gu Chengyuan smiled faintly and did not answer.
Just then, Michael’s footwork suddenly changed.
He no longer chased speed.
He no longer tried to steal rhythm from Gu Chengyuan.
Instead, he made his body steadier, his punches shorter and heavier.
The first punch smashed in. Gu Chengyuan raised his arm to block it, and his arm clearly shook.
The second punch came even closer. Gu Chengyuan was forced back half a step.
At ringside, Lin Jing’s eyes changed slightly.
Michael had begun using weight to crush rhythm.
He was no longer chasing details.
He was no longer competing with Gu Chengyuan in precision.
He was pushing his body forward and forcibly eating up the distance.
Michael stuck in close and slammed a shoulder into Gu Chengyuan’s chest.
Bang!
This time, Gu Chengyuan did not fully evade. His body was knocked off balance slightly.
Michael smiled.
“Caught you.”
The next second, a knee strike drove upward.
Gu Chengyuan turned sideways and took it hard, stepping back once.
The audience began to stir.
Lin Hao frowned.
“…Ah Yuan?”
Lin Jing’s fingers slowly tightened.
She could tell that if Gu Chengyuan continued fighting with that playful attitude, something would go wrong.
Michael did not stop.
Straight punch.
Uppercut.
Elbow.
They pressed in one after another.
Gu Chengyuan began defending, but every collision was heavy. His footwork was forced back step by step.
Michael laughed in a low voice.
“Feel it?”
He pushed Gu Chengyuan toward the boundary line.
“Hunting comes with risks too.”
Gu Chengyuan raised his eyes and looked at him.
The smile at the corner of his mouth slowly faded.
“Your rhythm dropped.”
Michael’s movement froze.
Gu Chengyuan’s voice was very light, yet it struck directly beside his ear.
“Are you still going to keep pretending?”
Michael frowned.
In the next instant, Gu Chengyuan’s eyes changed.
It was not anger.
It was not bravado.
It was a cleaner, more dangerous pleasure.
As if he had finally confirmed that the prey in front of him still had the ability to bite back.
Only then did the hunt truly begin.
“Good.”
Gu Chengyuan said.
The next second, his footwork slipped out of Michael’s line of sight.
He was not retreating.
He was not escaping to the side.
He cut into the dead angle where Michael’s fist was returning.
Wolf Fang Strike: Misstep
The distance was erased in an instant.
Before Michael’s eyes could catch up, Gu Chengyuan’s fist had already arrived.
Wolf Fang Strike: Cut
Bang!
The straight punch struck Michael’s chin, snapping his head backward.
The second strike followed immediately.
Gu Chengyuan turned his shoulder, and his elbow point cut into Michael’s cheek at close range.
Wolf Fang Strike: Reverse
Bang!
The third strike did not stop.
His left hand pressed down on Michael’s forearm while his right knee drove shortly into the abdomen.
Wolf Fang Strike: Stick
Bang!
The three-hit combination had no unnecessary movement.
No pause.
Michael’s body trembled. His eyes began to drift.
He wanted to counterattack, but Gu Chengyuan had already retreated, pulling the distance open again.
Michael swayed where he stood.
He still did not fall.
But his breathing had completely collapsed.
Gu Chengyuan looked at him.
He knew it was enough.
He walked forward.
Michael gritted his teeth and tried to charge, but his steps were already unsteady.
Gu Chengyuan’s hand landed on his shoulder.
Stuck.
Turned.
Knee strike drove in.
The first knee smashed into his abdomen, and Michael’s whole body folded as if bent from the middle.
The second followed immediately, driving into his side and scattering the little strength he had just gathered back together.
At the third strike, Gu Chengyuan’s whole body rotated while staying close to him, as if he were drawing Michael’s center of gravity out from inside his body.
Wolf Fang Strike: Phantom Pain
The final strike landed.
Michael was thrown sideways and crashed heavily onto the ring.
The referee immediately rushed forward.
“One!”
Michael was still moving. His fingers grabbed at the ring, trying to push himself up.
“Two!”
“Three!”
His arm trembled once, but he failed to support himself.
The venue was silent. Only the referee’s count remained.
“Eight!”
Michael’s eyes were open, but he could not get up.
“Nine!”
“Ten!”
The referee raised his hand.
“Match over!”
“Winner—Gu Chengyuan!”
The entire arena went silent for an instant.
The next moment, sound rushed back violently, and the stands erupted in cheers.
Gu Chengyuan stood at the center of the ring.
His breathing was steady.
There was not much excitement of victory on his face.
Only the calm of a hunt completed.
At ringside, Lin Jing looked at him, and her eyes shifted slightly.
She finally understood what Gu Chengyuan had been pressing down beneath his usual laziness and sharp tongue.
It was not simple talent.
It was a dangerous fighting instinct.
Gu Chengyuan walked down from the ring.
When he passed by Lin Jing, she spoke calmly:
“I didn’t know you could be so impulsive.”
Gu Chengyuan stopped and turned to look at her.
“Hmm?”
Lin Jing did not immediately look at him. She only looked at Michael, who was still being examined on the ring.
“During the match, you kept hunting your prey. You lost a little control.”
Gu Chengyuan smiled.
“You were worried about me?”
Lin Jing finally turned to him.
Her gaze was faint, but she did not avoid his eyes.
“I’m saying you need to learn control.”
Gu Chengyuan raised an eyebrow.
Lin Jing glanced at him, paused for a moment, then lifted the corner of her mouth very slightly.
“But you fought well.”
Gu Chengyuan’s smile became noticeably brighter.
“Thank you, Teacher.”
Lin Jing turned around.
“Go rest. You still have the finals.”
Gu Chengyuan looked at her back. The joking in his eyes slowly faded, replaced by a warmth that rarely appeared on his face.
She saw it.
Not only that he had won.
She had seen the side of him he had hidden away.
On the ring, the medical staff were checking Michael.
Michael lay on the ground, breathing heavily. A little awareness had already returned to him.
He looked in the direction Gu Chengyuan had left, and the provocation from earlier was gone from his eyes.
Only a late-arriving awe remained.
He finally understood that what he had met was not a simple opponent.
It was a monster.
At ringside, Lin Hao watched Gu Chengyuan come back and reached out to pat his shoulder.
“Damn. You beat that guy up pretty badly.”
Gu Chengyuan smiled.
“Obviously. I’m—”
“Wait.”
Lin Hao interrupted him.
Gu Chengyuan raised an eyebrow.
“What?”
The corner of Lin Hao’s mouth lifted.
“If you lose to me in the finals, I’m going to laugh at you until I die.”
Gu Chengyuan stared at him.
“What kind of dream are you talking about?”
Lin Hao rolled his wrist and smiled in a very punchable way.
“Good thing I won earlier. Otherwise, you would’ve stolen all the spotlight.”
Gu Chengyuan shook his head.
“You only know how to say things that make people want to hit you.”
But he smiled too.
“See you in the finals.”
“Let me see how strong you are.”
Lin Hao nodded.
“Don’t cry.”
Gu Chengyuan rolled his eyes.
“You’re the one who’ll cry.”
The two looked at each other.
There was no hostility.
Only expectation.
The announcement sounded again.
“The next match—will decide the champion!”
“Competitors, please prepare—”
The atmosphere inside the venue heated up instantly.
Outside the arena, the rest area was full of people coming and going.
Competitors, staff, spectators, and club students were mixed together. The sounds of shoes stepping across the floor, announcements, drinking water, and cheers from inside the arena all crowded into this narrow corridor.
The electric fan by the wall turned slowly, blowing out air tinged with the smell of sweat and rubber mats.
Several boxes of bottled water were stacked beside the rest area, and a few wrinkled match schedules lay scattered on the floor.
Lin Hao sat on a bench, elbows propped on his knees. His brows had not loosened.
He could not explain why.
The previous match had clearly ended, and the next one had not yet begun, but ever since earlier, an uncomfortable feeling had been lingering in his chest.
It was not nervousness.
It was not fear.
It was more like—
Something that should not be here had mixed into this venue.
Gu Chengyuan stood beside him and looked down at him.
“What are you thinking about now?”
Lin Hao raised his head.
“Ah Yuan, do you feel like something’s off?”
Gu Chengyuan thought for a moment.
For once, he did not immediately make a joke.
He glanced toward the crowd, his gaze sweeping one by one over the staff, competitors, and spectators.
“Yes.”
Lin Hao froze.
“You feel it too?”
Gu Chengyuan kept both hands in his pockets, his voice low.
“There are too many people. Too many mixed smells. The traffic flow is too messy. This is the perfect place for someone to slip in.”
Lin Hao frowned.
“Then what do we do?”
Yeqing sat on the other side, holding a drink. She slowly took a sip.
She looked at the two of them quietly for a few seconds before speaking calmly:
“You two are pretty funny.”
Gu Chengyuan raised an eyebrow.
“What’s funny?”
Yeqing thought for a moment.
“Thinking through problems doesn’t really suit you.”
Lin Hao froze for a second, then burst out laughing.
“Damn.”
Gu Chengyuan laughed too.
“Not bad. You’re getting bolder.”
The three of them sat there in the rest area.
No fighting.
No training.
Nothing special.
They were just sitting there normally, like three students who had just finished a match and were waiting for the next one.
Another wave of cheers came from the arena in the distance, and the rest area announcement soon sounded.
“Next match, competitors prepare!”
Gu Chengyuan straightened.
“Let’s go.”
Lin Hao also stood, patting his pants, then looked at Yeqing.
“You’ll come over later?”
Yeqing nodded.
“Yeah.”
Lin Hao and Gu Chengyuan walked toward the arena.
Halfway there, Lin Hao’s steps suddenly slowed.
That uncomfortable feeling surfaced again.
He turned back and glanced over.
Yeqing was still sitting in the same place, lowering her head and drinking. Everything looked normal.
Gu Chengyuan turned back.
“What is it?”
Lin Hao paused for one second.
“…Nothing.”
He withdrew his gaze and followed.
The rest area returned to its original noise.
Only after Lin Hao and Gu Chengyuan were gone, the empty space beside that bench suddenly felt a little too quiet.
Yeqing set down her drink.
At that moment, someone wearing a staff vest walked over and stopped beside her.
The person wore a mask, had an ID badge hanging from his chest, and held a stack of forms in one hand. He looked like an ordinary event staff member.
“Competitors shouldn’t stay in the rest area too long.”
His tone was ordinary.
Yeqing looked up at him.
“Okay.”
The person did not leave immediately. Instead, he leaned forward a little.
His voice suddenly lowered.
“You were too careless.”
Yeqing’s eyes changed.
She was just about to stand when a very faint smell had already drifted toward her.
Not sharp.
Very light.
So light it was like the disinfectant smell from a medical room.
But in the next instant, her vision swayed.
Yeqing pressed one hand against the bench and tried to stand, but her body seemed to have been drained of strength. Her movements clearly slowed by half a beat.
“…You…”
Before her voice could fully come out, her entire body weakened and fell.
The person caught her, his movements natural, as if he were supporting a student who had suddenly fallen ill.
“Take her to the infirmary.”
He said calmly.
Another staff member immediately came over. The two supported Yeqing from either side and left toward the other end of the corridor.
A few people nearby glanced over.
But no one thought too much of it.
In a competition venue, it was not unusual for competitors to feel dizzy, suffer low blood sugar, get injured, or be sent to the infirmary.
The person lowered his voice.
“Break them down one by one.”
He paused.
“Next—their teacher.”
Inside the arena, the second round was about to begin.
Lin Hao stood on the ring, slowly steadying his breathing, but that uneasy feeling in his chest had never gone away.
His gaze instinctively swept outside the ring.
The place where Yeqing had been sitting was empty.
Lin Hao’s expression changed instantly.
“Ah Yuan.”
Gu Chengyuan stood opposite him. In truth, he had already looked in the same direction.
His voice lowered.
“She hasn’t come back.”
The two exchanged one look.
No hesitation.
In the next second, they turned at the same time and directly stepped down from the ring.
The referee immediately rushed forward.
“Hey! Where are you going? The match isn’t over!”
Gu Chengyuan did not even turn his head.
“We’re not fighting.”
He paused, his tone turning cold.
“If you want someone to fight, find someone else. We have something important.”
The two left directly.
Ringside erupted into commotion, and the stands became chaotic as well.
As Lin Hao ran, he quickly scanned the audience and rest area. Suddenly, his steps stopped.
“…Where’s Lin Jing?”
Gu Chengyuan also froze for an instant.
She had been there just now.
Now she was gone.
The two looked at each other again.
In the next second, they charged straight toward the corridor outside the rest area.
The lights in the corridor were cold white.
The quiet there felt wrong.
Moments ago, the arena had been full of cheers. But the moment they entered this place, the sound seemed blocked off by thick walls, leaving only a distant, blurred echo.
Gu Chengyuan swept his gaze across the marks on the ground.
A broken ID badge cover lay in the corner by the wall.
There were faint drag marks in the dust on the floor.
“This way.”
The two rushed past the corner.
In the next instant, Lin Hao’s pupils shrank sharply.
“Lin Jing!”
Lin Jing had collapsed beside the wall.
She was half-leaning against it, her body slid down to the floor. Her black-framed glasses had fallen nearby. Her long hair was somewhat disheveled, and the faint cold-blue tint at the ends hung against her shoulder. Her face was pale, and her breathing was shallow.
There was a scrape mark on the wall beside her, as if she had tried to support herself against it and stand, only to fail in the end.
Gu Chengyuan had already crouched down first and supported her by the shoulders.
“She’s still conscious.”
Lin Jing’s eyes opened slightly.
When she saw Gu Chengyuan, her fingers moved and grabbed the corner of his clothes.
“…Careful…”
Gu Chengyuan lowered his head.
“Who?”
Lin Jing’s lips moved faintly.
Her voice was very soft.
“…That… Lin Yunlong…”
After those words, her consciousness sank again, and her hand slowly loosened.
The corridor fell into dead silence.
Lin Hao stood beside them, completely frozen.
Gu Chengyuan’s hand was still supporting Lin Jing, but his brows slowly furrowed.
That sentence did not sound like an accusation.
It sounded more like a warning.
Wind poured in from the end of the corridor.
In the next second, a figure walked out from the shadows.
Lin Hao abruptly raised his head.
“Dad?”
That person stood at the edge of the light.
The face was Lin Yunlong’s face.
The build was also Lin Yunlong’s build.
But something was wrong.
Too quiet.
Too clean.
Too much like a face that had been copied.
It was not the real Lin Yunlong.
The real Lin Yunlong, even when doing nothing, always carried a faint smell of smoke mixed with old leather, night roads, and cold wind.
But this person had none of that.
He was unnaturally clean.
The person did not answer. He only looked at Lin Hao once, then turned and disappeared into the darkness.
As if leading them somewhere.
“Wait!”
Lin Hao immediately chased after him.
Gu Chengyuan stopped for an instant.
Lin Jing’s voice from earlier flashed through his mind.
Careful.
That Lin Yunlong.
He lowered his head and glanced at Lin Jing, then looked toward the direction Lin Hao had run. Finally, he gritted his teeth.
“So damn troublesome.”
He helped Lin Jing into a safer position against the wall, confirmed that her breathing was still steady, then got up and chased after Lin Hao.
The two rushed all the way up to the rooftop.
The instant the iron door was pushed open, strong wind poured in.
On the rooftop, the night hung low.
The lights from the competition venue below leaked upward, unable to illuminate the entire rooftop. They only drew several slanted streaks across the concrete floor.
The moment Lin Hao stepped through the door, his whole body stopped.
“…Yeqing.”
At the edge of the rooftop, Yeqing was being held by someone.
Half of her body was already hanging outside.
One step farther back, and below her was the concrete ground.
Her eyes were already clear again. Her face was still a little pale, but the first thing she did was not call for help.
She looked at Lin Hao.
“Don’t come over.”
Gu Chengyuan also stopped.
His gaze rapidly swept over the distance, the exits, and the length of black rope hanging at the person’s waist.
A grappling hook.
That person stood behind Yeqing, his face still hidden in shadow. His tone was so calm that it did not sound like he was holding someone hostage.
“Don’t move.”
He looked at Lin Hao.
“Hand it over.”
He paused.
“I won’t say it a second time.”
Lin Hao raised both hands and slowly moved forward.
“Okay. Calm down.”
His voice was steady, but his gaze stayed locked on Yeqing’s wrist.
“The thing is with me.”
He moved another half step forward.
“Give Yeqing to me first.”
Gu Chengyuan did not move.
His gaze was still locked on the grappling hook at the man’s waist.
The man’s voice turned cold.
“I said I won’t say it a second time.”
In the next instant, his hand pushed outward.
Yeqing’s whole body was thrown off the edge of the rooftop.
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