The Villain Doesn’t Want To Date the Cute Heroine

Thirty-Five: Eyes Only for You

Watching the crowd that was gathering more and more in front of him, Wu Liang became increasingly anxious.

He hurried to the outskirts of the crowd, only to see that the onlookers had already sealed the area tight.

Peering forward, Wu Liang saw nothing but heads; there were clearly more onlookers than he had anticipated.

The overlapping layers of passersby were chattering about something, and from their conversation, he could vaguely make out words about a girl.

“Excuse me, ma’am, may I ask what happened inside?”

Wu Liang inquired of a middle-aged woman beside him; he needed to know what exactly had happened here.

Why would such a secluded alley attract so many onlookers?

“Ah, it seems a pretty young girl was taken by a few ruffians into that alley.”

“I just got here myself, not quite clear on the specifics, but I heard someone has already reported…”

The middle-aged woman, speaking halfway, suddenly caught sight of the comically cute chicken headgear on Wu Liang’s head.

She froze on the spot, looking utterly bewildered. Why would someone casually wear that thing?

And that fried chicken smell… that headgear was indeed quite novel…

“When did this happen?”

Wu Liang squinted his eyes towards the depths of the alley.

In various novels and series, this kind of plot has been overused to the point of cliché.

Especially the scene where the heroine encounters trouble and the hero makes a dashing entrance, Wu Liang was almost sick of it.

It was an utterly hackneyed trope, but he had to admit, it was indeed classic.

However, the situation at hand was clearly different from those plots he knew.

“I’m not quite sure, is that girl your friend?”

The middle-aged woman sized up the odd figure before her, donning a chicken head costume.

Was this person a friend of the girl from before? Why didn’t they seem worried about the child at all?

“No, she’s not my friend.”

Wu Liang sighed, then stamped his foot forcefully to ease his somewhat tense mood.

“She is the most outstanding assistant by my side.”

Wu Liang turned and said, pushing through the crowd and rushing into the alley.

Hoping he could make it in time, it would be troublesome if something really happened.

“Young man! Those thugs are tough to deal with!!”

As Wu Liang charged deeper into the alley, the middle-aged woman hurriedly shouted a warning.

While she could understand the young man’s feelings, rushing in blindly would only make things worse.

And since the girl had already been inside for a while, that beautiful child must have…

“Indeed, but my maid, Miss, is obviously much tougher than some thugs.”

Wu Liang greeted the woman and, despite the crowd’s attempts to stop him, dashed into the alley.

Yes, the thugs were indeed the dregs of society, and it was indeed difficult to communicate with those who were up to no good.

“But that’s exactly what I’m worried about…”

Wu Liang pulled out his phone, hesitated for a moment, and then dialed a string of numbers.

The emergency calls from the bystanders were of no use; the only useful number now might be for an ambulance.

Some might not understand Wu Liang’s approach, but if you ask why…

“That’s because these thugs might end up dead…”

Sniffing the increasingly pungent scent of blood emanating from the corner, Wu Liang walked with a grave expression towards the dimly lit depths of the alley.

With each step he took forward, screams like ghostly howls rose from the end of the alley.

Following were several dull thuds and the sound of bones cracking slowly drifting through the air.

“I knew it would come to this…”

Upon reaching the corner, Wu Liang first saw a thug who had fainted.

The opponent was discarded in the corner like a piece of torn cloth, their face smeared with blood as if it had been smashed by a heavy object.

Facial features twisted together, two or three broken teeth lay beside their hand.

As Wu Liang stepped over the body of the thug and walked towards the dead end, a final dull thud sounded before him.

There stood Yao Shi, her face bloodied, gripping a thug’s neck with one hand, a cold, bone-chilling murderous intent swirling around her.

The previous scent of blood had emanated from here, and the thugs lying at Yao Shi’s feet clearly had broken arms and legs.

“Yao Shi, let him go, he’s about to suffocate.”

Wu Liang suddenly felt that the Yao Shi before him had become a stranger, as if she had changed.

This fierce murderous intent, and the scent of blood coming from her, made him feel very uncomfortable.

The current Yao Shi didn’t resemble the knowledgeable and sensible maid she was, but rather an indifferent and merciless assassin.

“Young Master…”

Yao Shi, still gripping the thug’s neck, suddenly shivered.

A glimmer of light gradually emerged in her dim, lifeless eyes, her hollow gaze refocusing.

“No… it’s because…”

Realizing what she was doing, Yao Shi hurriedly released the thug in her grasp.

The thug collapsed on the ground, foaming at the mouth and eyes rolling back, passing out.

Looking pale-faced at Wu Liang before her, Yao Shi couldn’t find a suitable reason to explain herself.

Her appearance, like a malevolent spirit, had been seen by the young master, something the lady had repeatedly warned her must never be discovered by him.

“Wow, you’re quite strong in a fight, I didn’t even need to lend you a hand.”

Wu Liang took a deep breath and strode over to Yao Shi.

He carefully took out a tissue from his chest and gently wiped Yao Shi’s cheeks.

Without a sound, he glanced over the unconscious thugs at his feet, and upon seeing their broken limbs, Wu Liang’s heart skipped a beat. Even a trained fighter would find it hard to break someone’s bones so easily, but Yao Shi had done it effortlessly.

Who exactly is Yao Shi? The game’s setting didn’t explain her background in detail, only that she was an ordinary maid of the Wu family.

But Wu Liang had never heard of an ordinary maid who could take on five opponents and easily break their limbs.

“Young Master, please… please don’t tell the lady about this…”

As if hoping Wu Liang would understand her, Yao Shi suddenly grasped his hand.

Her trembling hand was ice-cold, and a deep regret and unease rose from the depths of her murky eyes. Yao Shi feared that Wu Liang would abandon her because of her demon-like appearance.

Biting her lip tightly, her beautiful eyes filled with tears, a strong anxiety and panic enveloped her heart.

Yao Shi didn’t want to cause trouble for the young master because of this incident, but she didn’t want to leave his side either.

“What are you talking about? I didn’t see anything just now.”

Wu Liang placed his hand on Yao Shi’s head and smiled faintly, now, apart from Yao Shi, nothing else could catch a glimpse of his eyes.