The Butterfly Effect - 136, Madman 2

Yang Youyou was distracted by the music in her ears, but she could still vaguely hear the conversation between two people not far away. Her mind was going numb and extreme, and she clenched her hands and shrank back as if trying to escape.
Die... all of you die... die!
Zhan Ying glanced back at Yang Youyou, his initial rage fading when he saw her cowering in a ball. He licked his swollen cheek, then smiled and showed the half of his face with the handprint to Dong Zhibin. "See that, Young Master Dong? She can play around with hitting my face like that..."
Dong Zhibin coughed up a mouthful of blood in a miserable state. The overwhelming fear forced him to abandon his pride. This was Zhan Ying's territory, and he couldn't afford to offend anyone but him. He could get back at Zhan Ying later.
He tried to squeeze humility out of his contorted face, but his trembling, blood-stained lips and disordered facial nerves made the scene both bizarre and ugly.
“Mr. Zhan…we can sit down and talk this out,” his nose was throbbing so badly it felt like it was tearing his face apart, and his nasal voice was full of pathetic humility and surrender. “This…it really is just a misunderstanding. She kept saying she was a staff member…yes, I was a bastard, I tried to hit her…but…I…didn’t get the better of her either. Look at me, my head is broken, and my injuries aren’t much less than hers…”
Zhan Ying nodded in deep agreement, then, as if showing particular sympathy, picked up the tie that Dong Zhibin had tossed on the back of the sofa, crumpled it into a ball, and held it to Dong Zhibin's lips.
Dong Zhibin was confused. He looked at Zhan Ying's expression and then at the knotted tie, but he still couldn't understand what the other person meant.
"Bite it down." Zhan Ying handed her the tie, smiling slightly. "Don't scare her."
Dong Zhibin's battered face twitched, and he stubbornly refused to cooperate, "You can't...you can't do this to me...you framed me, you teamed up with this woman, and who else—uh—"
Zhan Ying's mind was completely occupied with Yang Youyou, and he didn't want to waste another second with Dong Zhibin. He roughly shoved the bundle of ties into Dong Zhibin's mouth, knocking out a loose front tooth.
The pain was something Dong Zhibin no longer had time to enjoy. He shook his head, groaning, and retreated back in fear. Having always had a smooth life, he had never suffered such humiliation. He didn't believe this was a problem caused by a woman; someone was definitely trying to sabotage him. He was determined to kill whoever it was, no matter who it was!
“I’m not one to lose money in business. I believe in a win-win situation. Young Master Dong, would you mind if I take some interest first?” Zhan Ying looked around. Just an arm’s length away from him, there was a wine bottle that had been overturned, and most of the wine had already spilled out.
Zhan Ying reached for the bottle, poured out the remaining liquid, and then weighed it in his hand; the weight was just right.
"Ugh—ugh—" Dong Zhibin shook his head desperately, and when he saw Zhan Ying smiling at him so brightly, he was so frightened that a hot stream bulged out of his crotch. He was so scared that he peed himself. He looked miserable as if he had witnessed the deepest hell.
"Young Master Dong, you're disgusting..." Zhan Ying frowned in disgust. Before the man could understand what the other party wanted to do next, the wine bottle had already smashed onto his hand that was supporting him as he moved backward. He didn't even have time to scream before he bit his tie, rolled his eyes, and was then jolted awake by the pain.
"Ugh—" He clutched his broken hand, screaming in pain and kicking his legs backward in fear.
Zhan Ying grinned, "I forgot to mention, you'll have to pay for those three slaps on my face too."
Dong Zhibin was so frightened that his pupils shrank taut in his terrified eyes. Before he knew it, his back was pressed against the bar with nowhere to retreat. His face was blurred with blood and tears, and his mouth was stuffed shut, making it hard for him to breathe.
Another sound of bones shattering rang in Yang Youyou's ears. She clutched the hat covering her head and curled herself up even tighter. She couldn't take it anymore... Someone, please save her...
She shouldn't have been so foolish as to think she was qualified to get involved in Zhan Ying's life, much less that she could save lives. Conscience, morality, condemnation... none of these should have been problems bothering her. She couldn't help anyone or save anyone; she couldn't even protect herself, she couldn't even save herself...
Dropping the bottle, Zhan Ying stood up and turned around. Yang Youyou, trembling, seemed to sense something at that moment, slowly raising her broken, timid face. They truly weren't from the same world. He was laughing, a pure, bright laugh like a sunny young man boasting about winning a difficult competition, waiting for her praise and compliments. She, on the other hand, was weeping, unable to even look at the twisted, lifeless figure he had left behind.
As Yang Youyou watched him walk towards her step by step, the music in her ears turned into a sharp blade that cleaved through her rationality.
“It’s alright now… Youyou…” Zhan Ying knelt down in front of her, speaking softly and carefully, as if afraid of frightening her.
Those few words further shattered Yang Youyou's emotions. In her twenty-seven years of life, she had never felt so wronged, all because of him! Extreme sadness and fear made her tremble with sobs, and her suppressed cries amplified her grief infinitely.
At this moment, Zhan Ying's heart was breaking, yet he adored this feeling of being shattered because of Yang Youyou. They were so inseparable; the more he exposed himself in front of her, the more firmly he could bind her heart. He reached out and gently lifted her face, which was buried in her sports jacket, sobbing silently. Her face, marked with a handprint, was covered in tears, and the blood at the corner of her mouth looked pitiful on her trembling lips.
A cracking sound echoed in Zhan Ying's mind. He leaned forward, his thirsty tongue lightly licking Yang Youyou's lips, the salty, metallic taste of blood and tears enticing him to instantly capture the woman's lips with his own.
Yang Youyou's eyes widened, and her tears, which she couldn't hold back, fell even faster because of his actions. She reached out to push and hit him, but he didn't budge. She swung her fists and punched him, but each punch only hit his shoulder and arm without causing any pain. After several struggles, her earphones fell to the ground, and somehow she was pulled into Zhan Ying's arms. Her fists, which had been hitting him, turned into tightly gripping his clothes, and her tears soaked the fabric.
No longer needing verbal support, Zhan Ying obediently held Yang Youyou in his arms, letting her vent her emotions, while his mind quickly and calmly began to develop a concrete plan to deal with the matter. Of course, the outcome was not something the person in his arms needed to know.
As Yang Youyou slowly calmed down through her tears, she was once again terrified by Zhan Ying's madness, her pride completely broken. She had to leave, leave him far, far away, and sever all ties with him completely. Zhan Ying could be so arrogant in this place that disgusted her, and there was that man who was clearly used to using violence to achieve his goals. If it were any other woman in this situation, she couldn't imagine how much oppression those poor women would suffer.
He's also called 'Mr. Zhan,' but how old is he? Without the help of his biological parents, everything he has is far too extravagant. Is it even possible to achieve this through hard work? There must be someone behind him, and this place called 'Shengjing' is definitely not a legitimate, clean, or normal place for consumption.

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