The Master's Mask Unveiled Again

Chapter 39: The Devil From Purgatory

Editor: Atlas Studios

Ye Jinwen drove Xiao Qimo back to his residence.

The location information wasn’t very precise, but one thing he could be sure of was that Thirteen had been around there!

While Ye Jinwen was driving steadily, a black motorcycle grazed past his car and sped away unexpectedly.

He sucked in a breath of cold air. They were 5 cm short of rubbing against each other!

Many men dreamed of owning a motorcycle; he was no exception.

His gaze shifted to the direction of that motorcycle, but he realized…

“Seventh Brother, it’s Little Mianmian. She… she’s so awesome!” His voice was filled with wonder and envy.

“She seems to be stopping by the bar!”

Ye Jinwen slammed on the brakes, but he reacted again. “No, we have to find Thirteen.”

If they missed this chance, he wondered when they would be able to find this person again.

Xiao Qimo sat in the back seat, shifted his long and slender legs. He looked out the window just in time to see Lu Mian get out of her motorcycle and was confronting a few hooligans at the dark alley next to a bar.

Lu Mian might be tall, but the hooligans were also tall and they outnumbered her. She looked thin and weak. The group of men sandwiched her.

He knew her strength, but…

He propped up his glasses and spoke decisively, “Get off.”

“Huh?” Ye Jinwen was startled.

They were not looking for the mystery man?

“What? Do you need an invitation to get off?” Xiao Qimo sounded irritated.

Ye Jinwen killed the engine.

Lu Mian moved in the dark alley just as both of them were getting out of the car.

The short-haired girl, dressed in blue and white school uniform, walked up slowly to a teenager who was laying on the ground. He had a crew-cut.

She was silent, not speaking as she took a step back before squatting down too.

She pulled her earphones out of her pocket and put them in his ears. Her movement was unhurried, careful and gentle.

Once that was done, she helped the teenager up, put her hands on his shoulders, and turned him 180° around.

Only then did Lu Mian speak her first words, “Yuanyuan, I’m here.”

Tears began to fall freely from Sui Yuan’s eyes.

She bit down on her lip hard, willing herself not to say a word. Her whole body was shaking so badly.

A weird thought suddenly occurred to Ye Jinwen. “Seventh Brother, that boy can’t be Lu Mian’s boyfriend…”

Xiao Qimo gave him a killer glare.

Ye Jinwen winced.

There was something strange between Lu Mian and that teenager. It was Ye Jinwen’s first time seeing Lu Mian care so much about a person.

That girl had always despised worldly conventions and never cared for anything. She didn’t seem like the type who would meddle with someone else’s business.

The hooligans on the other side hadn’t sensed the danger, but instead became even more arrogant.

“What? A little girl like you wants to fight us?”

“Okay. We’ll give you some concessions. By all means, come!”

The villains talked too much. They were too noisy.

Lu Mian moved before they could finish.

With her hands in her pockets, she moved fast, whipping up a gust of wind as she sped past the people surrounding her.

A kick to the head, a kick to the groin, and another one in the stomach.

Every move was meant to inflict pain. Her kicks were sharp, accurate, and vicious.

The hooligans’ screams reverberated throughout the alley.

One by one, they all covered their heads, clamped their legs together, and rolled around like coiled millipedes with blood spitting out of their mouths.

It only took Lu Mian a mere ten seconds to finish them all.

Her hands never left her pockets.

She stood at the messy scene. People were falling around her and there were even fresh blood stains on the ground.

She walked out like the devil from purgatory, ruthless to the core.

However, there wasn’t even a speck of dust on her and no blood stains on her clothes. She was perfectly clean as before.

It was just that the zipper of her school uniform had slipped a bit.

She neither said anything nor glanced at the hooligans.

She swept the folds of her skirt on her right leg with her slender fingers and conveniently pulled her uniform off with one hand to take it off her.

Lu Mian walked over to Sui Yuan, removed the earphones, took off her own school uniform and casually draped it over Sui Yuan.

She said in an unhurried and gentle tone, “Let’s go.”