The scene devolved into chaos.
Screaming, cursing, the sounds of fighting...
Soon, those women lay on the ground, defeated by Chen Mo, who now sported several scratch marks on his body, but he didn't seem to care at all.
He now stood over Wan Meirou, looking down at her dominantly.
"I told you, hand over the cellphone!"
Chen Mo held out his hand, and Wan Meirou, grinding her teeth in intense anger, stubbornly refused to give in.
"Get lost! You want the cellphone? Your sister is nothing but a shameless bitch, I'm not giving it up!"
Slap!
Another crisp slap struck Wan Meirou's unscathed half of her face.
"My patience is limited. Since you refuse to hand over the phone, I'll just take it myself!"
Chen Mo grappled for the phone, and as Wan Meirou had her nails done, she cried out in pain during the scuffle; her fingernail flipped at that moment, blood gushing forth.
Eventually, Chen Mo managed to snatch away Wan Meirou's phone and unceremoniously deleted the video.
Wan Meirou was now a picture of indescribable disarray, her full chest heaving violently, clearly driven to rage.
"So, you're Chen Mo, huh? You just wait, motherfucker, I'm not letting this go so easily. I'm going to make you die, and just as your sister deserved what she got, rest assured, not only will your death have rhythm, I'm going to make your sister die ugly too!"
Chen Mo's departing steps halted, he turned back and approached Wan Meirou, looking down at her, his eyes dark and cold as he demanded, "What did you say? Repeat it!"
The silent intimidation made Wan Meirou jump, yet she still stood tall and defiant.
"I said, I'm going to harm you, and that slut sister of yours will die horribly too. She'll die with rhythm; I'll find plenty of men to show her the true pleasure of being a woman. Your sister has a nice figure, doesn't she? The video really stirred people's desires!"
"I'm gonna fucking kill you!!!"
Chen Mo unleashed a fury of blows, hitting Wan Meirou left and right.
Suddenly, he was kicked by someone; turning around, he saw a young man with yellow short hair and a floral shirt.
"You motherfucker dare to hit my girlfriend? Everyone, get him!"
It was Wan Meirou's boyfriend, He Wen.
The He Family was also a major clan, an absolute example of the rich second generation. Even the school had ties with the He Family, who usually exhibited extreme arrogance, making He Wen and Wan Meirou quite the matched pair.
He Wen's lackeys followed him as well.
Chen Mo dodged a punch from one of the cronies, but the next second, he received a kick to his stomach. Outnumbered and unable to fight back effectively, Chen Mo began to flee for his life.
He Wen's gang swarmed him, throwing punch after kick at Chen Mo; if it weren't for the teachers arriving, Chen Mo would have likely found himself in a dire situation.
When Chen Mo walked out from the head teacher's office, he still felt aches all over his body.
Fortunately, he had managed to protect his face desperately; his handsome features remained unharmed.
During the beating by He Wen's group, Chen Mo had fiercely protected his face, ensuring it didn't suffer any damage.
He relied on his appearance for his livelihood, and if his face were disfigured, his and his sister's future livelihood would indeed become a real problem.
At the corner of the corridor, Chen Mo collided head-on with He Wen and Wan Meirou.
Wan Meirou nestled in He Wen's arms, her teeth clenched with hatred. Her own fingers were already bandaged, and all of this was because of that bastard Chen Mo!
"Chen Mo, you've got some nerve! How dare you lay a hand on my girlfriend. Don't worry, this is just the beginning. I won't torment you to death right away. If we're going to play, we're going to play for real," He Wen leaned into Chen Mo and poked his chest.
Chen Mo gasped from the pain but said nothing.
He Wen made a throat-slitting gesture and left with Wan Meirou in his arms.
Exiting the school gate, Wang the Fatty and Chen Yanxi approached quickly. Chen Yanxi, with eyes red as if a frightened rabbit, dashed into Chen Mo's embrace in a flash.
"Brother, I'm sorry. It's all my fault. If it weren't for me, you wouldn't have fought, been beaten up, or disciplined by the head teacher."
Chen Mo stroked Chen Yanxi's head, inhaling the fragrance emanating from her. He smiled slightly.
"Silly girl, I'm your brother. If I can't protect my own sister, what's the point of me living in this world?"
Chen Yanxi didn't answer to this, only gripping Chen Mo's hand even tighter, her delicate body trembling faintly.
"Fatty, I've offended He Wen, and he probably won't let this go easily. Don't worry about me, but you need to help with Yan Xi," Chen Mo addressed the Fatty beside him.
He knew that although Wang the Fatty was usually low-profile, his family's connections were much more significant than he had imagined, at least making He Wen and Wan Meirou somewhat wary in front of him.
Wang the Fatty thumped his chest and nodded, "Don't worry, brother. I've got this. I promise you, as long as I'm around, if anyone dares lay a finger on Yan Xi, I'll fight them to the death!"
With a height of 1.85 meters and a broad, chubby figure, Fatty usually looked gentle, but when he showed his fierce side, he was quite intimidating.
"That puts my mind at ease," said Chen Mo, nodding with a smile.
"Let's not talk about these unhappy things. Let's go have a couple of drinks," Wang the Fatty suggested with a smile.
Chen Mo shook his head, "I can't. My part-time job is about to start. I definitely can't drink today. Let's do it another day; I'll catch up with you then."
After finishing speaking, Chen Mo handed Chen Yanxi over to Wang the Fatty and flagged down a cab to head towards the club.
In the changing room, Chen Mo looked at the bruises and scars in the mirror, even feeling pain while taking off his clothes.
He thought of He Wen and Wan Meirou's hideous faces and smashed his fist into the locker.
"He Wen, Wan Meirou, if you dare lay a hand on my sister again, I'll make sure you pay, even if it costs me everything!"
After changing clothes, Chen Mo entered the designated private room. As he pushed open the door, the pink lighting cast everything in an inescapably intimate hue.
Inside the room, an array of sex toys was available, slow and sentimental music was playing, and the air was permeated with aphrodisiac perfume.
Chen Mo turned and closed the door, taking a deep breath.
Then, turning around with a smile, he said, "Hello, I'm masseur number 9, and I'm very pleased to serve you."
After bowing deeply, Chen Mo raised his head. When he saw the beautiful, delicate-skinned young woman sitting on the sofa, her skin as smooth as a peeled egg, he froze, his pupils dilating in shock.
Because unbelievably, this young woman was Wan Meirou's mother, Wan Qian!