Only the terrifying sound of bodyguards kicking into the stone pillars loudly could be heard, causing hearts to race and flesh to tremble.
"Are you alright?" Ye Lu's voice trembled, her heart clenched tight, as she desperately clung to his head.
Third Young Master Jun struggled to lift his head, his lips deathly pale. The kick he had just taken had clearly caused him serious internal damage, likely even breaking bones.
"I'm fine!" He endured the intense pain within his body, forcing himself to stand up, his tone calm and steady as if he hadn't been injured at all.
The next second, he quickly reacted, blocking a sneaking punch with his own fist.
Clenching his teeth tightly, he abruptly pulled Ye Lu and ran towards the other side of the hall. Those bodyguards wouldn't let them go easily and gave chase.
"It's my fault you are involved. If you were alone, they couldn't hurt you." As Ye Lu was half-dragged, half-carried by him, her eyes moistened.
