At the door, Mu Ya passed by an injured person who was holding a few stacks of money and whose right arm was dangling weakly. He only threw the person a glance and then continued to rush to where his mate was without slowing down.
"Shen Yin!"
He entered a private room. Curtis, Muir, and Winston were all present. Shen Yin was curled up in the very corner of the sofa, with a few traces of blood on her. A lingering horror could still be seen in her gaze.
At the sight of Mu Ya, Shen Yin's eyes instantly gleamed. She got up and wanted to walk toward him.
Mu Ya was faster. He dashed over like the wind, knocking over the chairs in the process, and put her behind him.
"What do you guys want?" Mu Ya's breathing was heavy as if he was facing a great foe.
No, "facing a great foe" was insufficient to describe it. He was more like a porcupine going up against a ferocious tiger. He had all his pricks out, but it was still a futile effort.
