Undress and Touch

Qiao Xi tightly pressed her lips together, holding her phone in her hand, ready to call the police at any moment.

Sitting in a wheelchair, Huo Xingzhou's face was dark, and his tone was cold as ice. "Old Chen, just leave him breathing."

"Understood, Young Master." The driver, Old Chen, responded.

Old Chen stretched his limbs, exuding a robust, martial aura. He was clearly someone with combat experience.

He immediately charged into the crowd, grabbed a wine bottle from the table, and smashed it over He Xuan's head.

The sound of the bottle shattering echoed through the room!

"How dare you touch our young lady? You're looking for death!"

"All of you, get him!"

He Xuan covered his bleeding head and yelled furiously.

The bar immediately descended into chaos.

The wine bottle hit the floor, and in the confusion, Qiao Xi helped the drunk Huo Sijiao into the car.

"Mr. Huo, I'll take Jiao Jiao to the car and come back for you!"

"Be careful."

Huo Xingzhou gave a soft instruction.

"Mm!"

Qiao Xi struggled to help Huo Sijiao out of the bar.

Inside the bar, Old Chen was handling ten opponents at once. He was a retired mercenary, and his combat skills were more than enough to deal with a few spoiled rich kids who had been drained by wine and pleasure!

Before long, He Xuan and the others were knocked to the ground.

"Huo Xingzhou, you… you dare to touch us? Brother Beiting won't let you off! You're just acting out of a momentary rage!" He Xuan shouted, holding his wound.

Huo Xingzhou's eyes were icy cold. "Today, I choose not to let you off."

He pulled out a bank card and slapped it onto He Xuan's face. "This is your medical fee, pre-paid."

He turned to Old Chen, his tone cruelly indifferent. "Keep hitting them! Start with a million in damages!"

Old Chen confirmed, "Young Master, should that be before or after the medical insurance reimbursement?"

"Up to you," Huo Xingzhou replied.

Old Chen began another round of beatings, while the weak-willed lackeys all knelt and cried out.

"We were wrong!"

"We didn't pay for insurance!"

"Stop! Someone's going to die! Please, spare us!"

They knelt in a row.

Old Chen kicked them hard. "Worthless! So weak! Young Master, what do we do next?"

Huo Xingzhou ran his fingers over the armrest of his wheelchair, speaking indifferently. "You can leave, but strip He Xuan naked, touch him, and keep going until I'm satisfied!" He wanted He Xuan to feel the same way he had made Jiao Jiao feel with his disgusting hands.

What a perverse demand!

"Since you're so eager to experience someone else's taste, then go ahead," he said, speaking as if it was no big deal.

He Xuan's face turned purple with rage!

"Huo Xingzhou, I have Huo Beiting behind me! You dare touch me!"

Despite He Xuan's defiance, his subordinates had already betrayed him.

"Brother He, sorry! I'm just trying to survive!"

"Brother He, it's all Huo Xingzhou's fault! I had no choice."

"I'm afraid he'll kill me. Please understand."

A group of men stripped He Xuan naked, leaving him completely exposed.

Countless hands began to grope his body.

He Xuan turned pale, screaming in madness, feeling disgusted as if he might throw up his New Year's dinner.

"Get off me! I'll kill you all! Ugh… f*** you!" He Xuan moved his naked body, only to be dragged back by someone else.

The scene was unbearable.

Old Chen covered his eyes and shouted, "Too spicy! I'm going blind!"

Huo Xingzhou watched coldly from the sidelines.

In the end, He Xuan curled up in a corner, crying like a child.

When Zhou Yu and his team arrived, they were met with this unimaginable scene.

"Leave it to you," Huo Xingzhou said with a cold gaze, like the snow atop a high mountain.

Zhou Yu didn't dare slack off and immediately nodded. He watched as Huo Xingzhou left the bar, then stayed behind to clean up the mess.

Outside the bar, Qiao Xi stretched her neck and looked around anxiously.

As soon as she saw Huo Xingzhou, her eyes lit up.

"Mr. Huo, are you okay?" She hurried over to him.

"I'm fine. Get in the car."

"Okay."

Old Chen helped Huo Xingzhou into the car. Huo Sijiao, reeking of alcohol, lay in the backseat, and Qiao Xi sat beside her, keeping watch.

The car headed towards the Huo family's villa.

Aunt Qian heard the noise and came out. "Young Master, Young Madam, and... Miss? Why is she so drunk?"

"Aunt Qian, please help me," Qiao Xi said, struggling to help Huo Sijiao.

Together, Aunt Qian and Qiao Xi managed to get Huo Sijiao inside. Once in the guest room, Huo Sijiao vomited all over the floor.

Aunt Qian immediately started cleaning, frowning. "How could she drink so much? I'll make some sobering soup!"

She set down the mop and left.

Inside the villa's guest room.

Huo Sijiao cried out loud, tightly hugging Qiao Xi. "Sister-in-law, I'm scared!"

"It's disgusting. Those bastards," she sobbed.

Qiao Xi bit her lip and gently asked, "Did they… did they assault you?" The question was too cruel for a girl.

Huo Sijiao shook her head, feeling aggrieved. "No, they just touched me."

She couldn't forget the disgusting sensation, like worms or snakes crawling over her skin.

Just thinking about it made her grit her teeth in anger.

Qiao Xi immediately patted her back. "Don't be afraid, it's all over. Your brother has already taught them a lesson."

Huo Sijiao sobbed, hiccupping as she said, "What do we do now? He Xuan is Huo Beiting's lackey. My brother can't even protect himself. They'll definitely retaliate! Sister-in-law, you still work at the hospital…"

She felt like a dark cloud hung over her, and she couldn't see a way out.

If her brother hadn't come, she might have really lost herself, to be played with by so many men.

"It's okay! Your brother is strong," Qiao Xi said, holding her. "Trust me, once he's back, everything will get better."

Huo Sijiao cried until she was exhausted, curled up in Qiao Xi's arms. Qiao Xi watched her with pity, unable to leave her side for a while.

In the villa's living room.

Zhou Yu finished dealing with the aftermath and lay lazily on the sofa, as if he had no bones.

"Huo Er, I've already paid their medical bills," he said with a playful tone. "He Xuan broke four ribs and went into shock. When they sent him to the hospital, the male orthopedic doctor tried to check his body, and he looked like he saw a ghost. He must've been left with a psychological scar. I bet he won't even be able to look at men again."

Zhou Yu laughed loudly. "You really know how to hit below the belt! How did you get so many men to touch him? His body's covered in bruises."

"He deserved it."

Huo Xingzhou said softly, holding a cup of water.

Zhou Yu pulled out a golden invitation and placed it in front of him. "It's an invitation to the old man's 70th birthday celebration. Huo Beiting personally wrote it. When I saw it, I was embarrassed for him. Turns out he's a bootlicker after all. But I bet he never imagined that he was licking the boots of the very person he used to humiliate. He's afraid you won't come."

This invitation had been personally delivered to Tianyuan Group's headquarters by Huo Beiting.

Huo Xingzhou glanced at it and sneered.

"Tell him I'll attend tomorrow night."

Zhou Yu was full of excitement. "I can't wait for the show!"

Huo Beiting never expected that the person he had been licking up to was the very person he had once tormented—Huo Xingzhou.

Zhou Yu mischievously clenched his fist, leaned in, and suddenly punched Huo Xingzhou's knee.

Huo Xingzhou's muscles tensed, and his calf uncontrollably kicked forward.

It was the patellar reflex.

"Hey! It moved!" Zhou Yu exclaimed with surprise.

Huo Xingzhou's face darkened, his gaze sharp as he looked at him.

Zhou Yu rubbed his hands together, gave a thumbs up, then made a crude "OK" gesture, blowing a kiss into the "O."

Those who understood, understood.

He grinned and asked, "So, is that 'soup' all used up?"