Chapter 17: Fury, Crimson Eyes

Finally... he had her!

Jason's lips curled into a triumphant smirk. He lowered his head, moving toward Anran's fair, alluring neck. From an angle Anran couldn't see, his lips parted to reveal two sharp fangs.

Anran hadn't noticed this anomaly from her perspective. But just as Jason bared his fangs and aimed to sink them into the fragrant spot, Anran's left hand shot out. Two slender fingers plunged precisely into his eyes.

"Ah—"

A scream erupted, and the grip on Anran's right arm vanished instantly. In the next moment, Anran kicked her right foot upward, striking Jason's abdomen as he clutched his face in agony.

Anran had known Jason's intentions all along. She had feigned being caught, deliberately allowing him to grab her, all to set him up for a painful lesson.

While her capture had been part of the plan, she hadn't anticipated Jason's immense strength. Her arm throbbed with a searing pain. And when Jason had leaned in, pressing his face close to her neck, Anran considered it nothing short of assault. So, she had added an extra kick, putting more force into it. Even after landing the blow, she still felt a lingering frustration.

Feeling the anger emanating from Anran, the remaining four instinctively took a step back. A question arose in their minds: was this girl truly human? At this moment, she seemed so powerful—so powerful that it evoked an inexplicable fear within them.

"Lowly human! How dare you do this!" Jason snarled, finally recovering from the pain in his eyes and abdomen.

Just a human girl, their food! How could she have the audacity to defy him and humiliate him in front of his subordinates?

Furious, Jason abandoned any pretense of playfulness. Now, his mind was consumed by one thought: he would tear Anran apart, feast on her flesh, and drain her blood. He no longer cared about the rules or the restraints he had once followed.

Jason lifted his head, glaring at Anran with eyes that had turned a deep, blood-red.

Seeing those crimson eyes again, Anran felt a momentary loss of composure. She recalled the flash of red in Zhang Ning's eyes when she had been entranced. But now, the boy's eyes were even redder, as if filled with blood, so vibrant it seemed ready to drip.

Had her fingers really been that powerful? She had held back, after all. Seeing his eyes, Anran wondered if she had gone too hard. These guys were arrogant, but blinding someone was extreme.

Yet, the expression on this guy's face suggested he wasn't about to let this go.

Though she had momentarily escaped, her arms still ached from the searing pain. She knew the spots where he had grabbed her would likely bruise.

"Hahaha… this is hilarious!"

Just as Anran and Jason faced off, a voice rang out from above. The voice was magnetic, smooth, and captivating, drawing everyone's attention.

Jason's face, initially filled with rage, froze when he saw the figure on the rooftop. His eyes betrayed panic and fear. The other four's expressions were even more dramatic, verging on terror.

Anran didn't notice their reactions. As she looked up toward the source of the voice, her focus wavered for a moment.

There, on the roof of a small villa, sat an extraordinarily handsome man. Behind him, the setting sun bathed the sky in hues of orange. He wore a casual black outfit, his figure blending seamlessly with the twilight. His chiseled features, smooth forehead, and deep-set eyes were striking. His jet-black, tousled hair danced in the breeze. He looked relaxed, exuding an indescribable elegance.