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Chapter 220 Room 403
Chapter 220 Room 403
Haruto barely had time to process the fall when a strong hand clamped around his wrist. His body jerked to a sudden stop, the woman gripping him like a vice.
With her own bare hands, he lifted Haruto to his safety as his feets finally touched the ground.
"Ah, thank you." he murmured, fascinated by her power.
But then her grip tightened.
"What the—?!"
With a sharp twist of her body, she pushes him, using the momentum of his fall to hurl him forward like a human projectile.
Haruto crashed into Ren's men clustered on the stairs, knocking them down like bowling pins.
Bodies tangled together, limbs flailing as they tumbled down in a mess of grunts and curses.
Haruto groaned as he rolled off a dazed man, pushing himself up. "A little warning next time—"
"No time! Move!" the woman barked, already sprinting down the stairs.
Haruto didn't hesitate. He exhaled sharply, shook off the lingering pain, and rushed after the woman.
But as they reached the fourth floor, a name suddenly surfaced in his mind—Erika.
His steps faltered.
"Wait—stop!" he called out, his voice urgent.
The woman skidded to a halt, throwing him an impatient glare.
"I need to save someone," he said, already turning on his heels.
Without checking if she followed, he sprinted down the dimly lit hallway.
The air was thick with tension, the scent of sweat, fear, and stale smoke clinging to the walls.
His gaze flickered across the terrified faces of women and elderly men peeking through doorways, but none of them mattered right now—only one person did.
Room 403.
Reaching the door, he didn't bother knocking. He drove his foot into the wood, kicking it open with a loud crack.
The room was suffocating, heavy with the pungent stench of marijuana.
The dim lighting cast eerie shadows over the bed, where a blonde-haired woman lay sprawled, dazed, her clothes disheveled.
Hovering over her was a bloated, greasy man, his beady eyes snapping toward Haruto in irritation.
"Who the fu—"
He never got to finish.
Haruto lunged forward and drove his fist straight into the man's face, the sickening crunch of bone echoing through the room.
The man stumbled back, clutching his nose as blood gushed between his fingers.
But Haruto wasn't done.
He pounced, slamming the man onto the floor and straddling him, his fists raining down like a storm.
Each punch landed with brutal force, the wet smacks of flesh meeting flesh filling the space.
The man thrashed, his pudgy hands flailing, trying to push him away, but Haruto slapped them aside with ease.
"Stop! I'm sorry!" the man shrieked, voice cracking in panic. "Help! Somebody help me!"
Haruto didn't care.
His vision blurred red. He kept swinging, his knuckles splitting open, the sticky warmth of blood splattering onto his skin, his clothes, his face.
He wanted to break this bastard apart—to make sure he never touched another woman again.
A hand grabbed his wrist.
"What the fuck—let me go!" Haruto snarled, thrashing against the grip.
Then—pain. A sharp jab to his cheek snapped his head sideways.
Blinking through the haze, he found himself staring into the cold, dark eyes of the woman in black.
"Enough," she said flatly. "Unless you want to die here." Her words cut through his rage like ice water.
Haruto panted, his chest heaving, as he finally registered the unconscious man beneath him. His face was unrecognizable—a swollen, bloody mess.
Slowly, Haruto got to his feet, his hands trembling, still slick with blood.
He turned toward Erika, who sat curled up in the corner, hugging her knees. Her eyes were wide, glassy with fear.
"Erika," he called softly.
She flinched but slowly lifted her head. When recognition dawned in her tear-streaked face, her lips trembled.
"Haruto!" she sobbed, stumbling to her feet and throwing herself into his arms.
Haruto caught her, wrapping his arms tightly around her shaking form. "It's okay. You're safe now," he murmured, rubbing soothing circles into her back.
The moment stretched, her quiet sobs muffled against his chest—until an annoyed voice cut in.
"Enough with the tearful reunion," the woman snapped. "We need to move."
Haruto exhaled, nodding. He peeled away from Erika and quickly shrugged off his jacket, draping it over her exposed shoulders.
"We have to go," he said gently, gripping her hand firmly.
Erika sniffled, clutching the jacket tighter around herself, and nodded.
With one last glance at the ruined man on the floor, Haruto pulled Erika along, following the woman back into the chaos.
After that Ren's men didn't catch them anymore until they burst into the first-floor hall, only to be met with a wall of men already waiting for them.
A dozen men spread out, some wielding knives, others gripping wooden bats or metal pipes.
A burly man with a scar running down his cheek, smirked. "You put up a good fight, but this is where it ends."
The woman didn't answer. She simply adjusted her stance, rolling her shoulders. Haruto then told Erika to hide in the corner.
He cracked his knuckles. "We'll see about that."
The moment the first thug charged, the fight erupted into chaos.
Haruto dodged a bat swinging for his ribs, countering with a brutal kick to the knee. The thug crumpled with a cry, but he was already onto the next opponent.
He ducked under a wild punch, grabbing the attacker's arm and flipping him onto his back with a swift throw.
Beside him, the woman was a whirlwind of destruction. She weaved through attacks effortlessly, her knife flashing in the dim light.
One thug swung a pipe at her head, but she leaned back just enough for it to pass over her nose before driving her knife deep into his shoulder.
Haruto spun, narrowly avoiding a blade slicing toward his gut. He grabbed the wrist holding the knife, twisting it until the thug howled in pain and dropped the weapon.
In the same motion, Haruto struck his opponent with a sharp elbow to the jaw, knocking him out cold.
Another man lunged at the woman from behind, but Haruto intercepted him with a swift kick to the chest.
The man staggered, gasping, before Haruto slammed his knee into his face. Blood sprayed as the thug collapsed.
The woman didn't slow down. She leaped onto a wooden table, using it as a springboard to launch herself into the remaining men.
Her knife slashed, cutting through the chaos like a deadly storm.
The remaining thugs hesitated. Their numbers were dwindling fast. Explore more at My Virtual Library Empire
"Idiots! There's only two of them!" the scarred leader roared, raising a pipe.
Haruto exhaled sharply. "Two's enough."
With that, he surged forward. He feinted a punch, forcing the leader to raise his guard, then drove a knee straight into his gut.
As the man wheezed, Haruto followed up with a brutal uppercut, sending him crashing to the floor.
Silence settled over the hall.
The last thug standing took one look at his fallen comrades—then turned on his heel and bolted.
The woman flicked blood from her knife, panting. "Let's go."
Haruto nodded, wiping sweat from his brow and took Erika from her hideout. They didn't waste another second.
Racing through the exit, they sprinted toward a black jeep parked in the alley.
The woman slid into the driver's seat, already starting the engine as Haruto jumped into the passenger side while Erika was on the back.
Tires screeched against the pavement as they tore out of the alleyway, leaving the carnage behind.