Chapter 35 Wishing Her Good Luck

After reporting to the police, Li Juezhou still felt uneasy, so he got up and left the study, dialing his secretary at the same time.

"Arrange a helicopter to pick me up immediately. I'm heading to Yuan Village!"

Walking down the road, his eyes never left the live-stream screen.

"Xiao Ning, run! Go call the police! There are too many of them, you can't take them on!" Hu Zhi shouted hoarsely.

But Sang Ning didn't run. Instead, she stepped slowly into the courtyard, gazing at the man in the center. The corners of her lips curled into a cold smile as she spoke steadily, "I'm here to send you all to meet the King of Hell."

"Oh, wait."

"This is a society ruled by law. When faced with danger, we should rely on the police officers. To avoid wasting police resources, I don't mind personally sending you all inside."

"Woah—" One of the thugs yelled dramatically, looking at his accomplices and pretending to be scared, "Guys, did you hear that? Should we give this beauty some face?"

"Beauty, I'm willing to cooperate. Take me to the police station yourself." A man stepped forward with a lascivious grin directed at Sang Ning.

"Alright, if you're willing to surrender voluntarily, the police may show leniency." Sang Ning's expression remained calm, completely unflustered.

On the screen, Li Juezhou felt his chest tighten. Just one of these men could overpower her easily—what would happen if she got hurt?

"Sister Sangsang, is Grandma and the others here?"

Song Shiye finally caught up, noticing the live-stream crew loitering in the corner of the courtyard gate. He didn't think much of it and charged straight in.

Suddenly, the eyes of everyone in the courtyard shifted to him. Song Shiye froze in place, confused. What was going on?

"Who's that at the door? And why is he holding a camera?"

The thug leader finally noticed the man with the camera standing at the gate, and his face darkened immediately.

"Well, isn't this nice—a sneaky journalist doing undercover reporting, eh? Trying to bait us into a trap?"

Pointing at the live-stream crew and Song Shiye, the thug leader barked, "Tie up those two kids at the gate!"

[What should we do? Are they planning to kill them to silence them? Someone, please save little brother Xiao Ye!]

[Don't worry, some good-hearted viewers have already called the police. They'll be here soon.]

[It's all Sang, you Bitch's fault for trying to show off. Does she really think she's some kind of hero? She disgusts me.]

[To the commenter above: I hope that when you face danger, there's no one willing to show courage for you.]

With a loud bang, the courtyard gate slammed shut. Two men walked over to the live-stream crew and reached out for the camera: "Hand it over! Delete the footage you just captured!"

The live-stream crew shook their heads and refused to hand over the camera. Their determination to document the ugliness of these men remained unwavering.

Turning back to the crew, Sang Ning said, "Xiao Zhao, just keep filming. I guarantee no one will touch your camera."

The calm and gentle voice carried an assurance that felt somehow unshakable.

"Got it." Xiao Zhao nodded resolutely, his gaze firm. "Mr. Sang, don't worry. If the camera goes down, I'll go down with it!"

Sang Ning's lips twitched. "Let's not be so dramatic…"

"Give it here, now!" One man lunged for the camera.

Just then, Sang Ning moved like lightning, appearing beside him in an instant. She kicked him hard: "Back off!"

The man was sent flying to the ground, clutching his chest and coughing violently.

Li Juezhou, who had just boarded his private helicopter and witnessed the scene, breathed a slight sigh of relief.

Thank goodness, she wasn't at a disadvantage!

The thug leader discreetly realized Sang Ning wasn't easy to deal with and called out loudly, "Brothers inside, come out here and greet our guests!"

Sang Ning understood that this was their code phrase.

Sure enough, in addition to the five men already in the courtyard, four more armed with iron rods burst out from the house.

"You think you can mess with us? No one's leaving here today!"

Li Juezhou's barely relieved heart immediately sank as his gaze landed on those iron rods—each thicker than Sang Ning's arm.

He couldn't bear thinking about those rods striking Sang Ning's delicate body. How could such soft, tender skin withstand such brutality?

Once more, he dialed the same number: "Captain Shen, since when did your emergency responses get this slow?"

A faintly exasperated and irritated voice replied, "It's not like we can dispatch rocket ships, you know. Are you being held hostage or something? Why so panicked?"

Li Juezhou managed to regain a shred of composure. "Not quite. It's just that as a citizen passionate about justice, I can't tolerate violence."

Seeing the sudden influx of ferocious men in the courtyard, Hu Zhi was stunned, muttering blankly, "Were there this many people here when we were playing mahjong earlier?"

"Sister Sangsang, I'll protect you. You take Grandma and Auntie and get out of here!"

Song Shiye shouted as he charged forward, sliding down on his knees and grabbing one man's leg.

[I feel like crying. My idol is everything I hoped for—Xiao Ye is so brave.]

[I'm officially a fan of little brother Xiao Ye. Men with this kind of courage are rare these days.]

"Xiao Ye!" Grandma Song gasped in alarm but was held back by one of the assailants.

"Damn brat!"

The man cursed furiously, raising the iron rod high, ready to strike down at Song Shiye.

In a swift move, Sang Ning spun around, reaching Song Shiye's side within seconds. She kicked away the iron rod and followed up with another kick to the man's abdomen, sending him flying.

"Who allowed you to lay a hand on my people?"

Sang Ning crouched to pull Song Shiye up, shielding him behind her as she faced the other men with icy determination in her eyes.

[Sang Ning is absolute perfection—that move hit me right in the heart.]

[Even though little brother Xiao Ye is taller than Sang Ning, standing behind her, he totally looks like a pitiful little wife.]

[Shipping a couple is fine, but you all are getting *too* weird. Xiao Ye's still a high school student!]

[You've forgotten little brother Xiao Ye is already an adult. Besides, Sang Ning is only two years older than him. There's nothing wrong here—the cheerful pup and the badass sister combo is absolute gold!]

Li Juezhou frowned as he scanned the screen filled with pink, romance-heavy comments. Without hesitation, he typed a rapid reply: [High school students' main focus should be studying.]

However, his comment was swiftly drowned out by more romantic exchanges on the stream.

Standing behind Sang Ning, Song Shiye's gaze landed on the round curve of her head. His eyes suddenly welled up with heat.

He almost called out "Senior Sister Sang," holding back the words at the very last moment.

What a failure he was. Even now, he could only hide behind her like this.

Having lost two of their men already, the thug leader grew impatient and bellowed, "All of them, go all out! Don't show this damn girl any mercy!"

Armed and unarmed men alike swarmed forward toward Sang Ning, including those who had been holding Grandma Song and Hu Zhi captive.

"Xiao Ning!"

"Sister Sangsang!"

"Mr. Sang!"

Several voices calling Sang Ning's name echoed simultaneously, full of worry and urgency.

Through the screen, Li Juezhou felt as though someone had squeezed his heart tightly. He was so nervous, he could barely breathe.

Some viewers with weaker stomachs shut their eyes, only daring to peek through tiny slivers of their lids.

[This is it—prepare to collect Sang Ning's corpse!]

[I can't look anymore. This is so violent, so bloody. I'm just praying Sang Ning somehow survives.]