RMM – Chapter 58 Escape from Death

After Hong Shirong stormed out of the room, he was further enraged to see the shocked expressions of the two men at the door.

“What the hell are you staring at? Want me to gouge out your damn eyes? Go call a doctor—move it!”

The two men, though wronged, didn’t dare argue. They were getting paid by Hong Shirong, after all. Furious but submissive, they turned and ran downstairs.

“Stop right there! Does it really take two people to make a damn call? Do you have brains or not?” Hong Shirong’s injured wrist throbbed with pain, and the blood seeping through his fingers made his mood even fouler.

He stomped downstairs and ordered someone to bring the first aid kit for an emergency dressing. Thankfully, his mother had insisted on keeping a medical kit in the house during renovations. Otherwise, he would’ve been truly stuck.

Back in the room, Su Ruo gritted her teeth against the lingering heat and hollow ache that plagued her senses. She clenched her hand tighter, driving the glass deeper into her skin. The sharp pain helped her suppress the drug’s invasive effects.

When she walked to the door and tried to open it, someone blocked her path again. The man was startled when he saw her hands dripping with blood, her face streaked with it as well.

“S-sorry, miss. You’d better go back inside,” he said, visibly uncomfortable.

Propping herself up on the doorframe, Su Ruo forced a smile. “Let me go down. I’m going to find Hong Shirong. That’s all.”

The man hesitated, then shook his head. “Please, just go back in. Don’t make things harder for us.”

“I only want to find him. Just tell me where he is. Look at me—do I look like I can run? Whether he comes to me or I go to him, what difference does it make?” she pressed on. The only way out of this was to get out of the room.

The man wavered, frowning deeply. Perhaps it was sympathy. Perhaps he thought she really couldn’t escape. Finally, he said, “Fine. Young Master Hong is downstairs in the living room getting his wound treated. Don’t try anything, or you’ll get me in trouble.”

“I won’t, I won’t. Thank you so much, big brother.”

Su Ruo gave a grateful smile, glanced at the house’s layout, found the staircase, and walked out of the room.

By then, Hong Shirong’s wound had been bandaged. He sat cursing under his breath, waiting for the doctor. Hearing footsteps, he turned and snapped, “Which idiot is roaming around now—can’t you sit still for once…”

But the curse cut off mid-sentence when he saw who it was.

“You came down? What now? You want to stab me again?”

Su Ruo sneered, “Rather than wait for you to come find me, I figured I’d take the initiative.”

“Oh? So you’ve come around? Doesn’t look like it to me,” he replied mockingly. “Or maybe you just couldn’t take it anymore and came crawling back for more?”

His words made the two men beside him leer at Su Ruo.

Fury boiled inside her, but she forced herself to remain calm. Not yet… Once I get out of here, just you wait.

“Scared of me now? Still need two guards by your side?” she mocked.

“Don’t provoke me. I swear, if you keep pushing it, I’ll just take you right here in front of everyone.”

Hong Shirong’s throbbing wrist had him on edge. Facing the cause of it only made things worse.

Su Ruo’s hands were trembling, but she gritted her teeth and forced herself to stay calm. After a long breath, she stepped off the staircase, her gaze fixed on Hong Shirong, saying nothing.

Hong Shirong watched coldly as she slowly approached. The blood on her cheek looked particularly jarring on her otherwise beautiful face.

“Hey, get me a wet wipe,” he barked to the man beside him.

Su Ruo walked slowly. By the time she reached the couch, Hong Shirong already had the wipe in hand. He got up, raised his uninjured right hand, and reached toward her face. Just as he was about to touch her, she slapped his hand away hard.

“Don’t touch me with your filthy hands!”

Her sudden push sent him stumbling back.

“You bitch!” he roared. “I’ll use these filthy hands to screw you till you beg for it, slut!”

He was completely out of control now. His rage exploded. He lunged forward, grabbed her hair, and tried to tear at her clothes. Realizing his left hand was too injured to manage, he sneered and turned to his men. “One of you, come hold her down!”

The two men’s eyes lit up at the command. Rare was a woman this fine—and now they had a chance. They hurried forward.

Seeing them approach, Su Ruo went pale with horror. “Don’t you dare! Let me go—don’t touch me!”

“Afraid now?” Hong Shirong laughed coldly. “Too late! What are you two waiting for? Hold her down!”

At his command, the two men each grabbed one of Su Ruo’s arms, pinning her in place. Hong Shirong let go of her hair and slid his hand down to her slender neck, caressing it.

Her skin crawled, goosebumps breaking out all over. No matter how she struggled, she couldn’t break free. Hong Shirong’s hand moved to her clothes, slowly and deliberately tugging them loose.

“How does that feel? Nice, isn’t it? Maybe I’ll let these two have a turn after I’m done.”

As he whispered filth into her ear, his breath against her skin made her want to vomit. She twisted away as hard as she could.

“Who told you to leave your room, huh? You practically offered yourself up.”

With a yank, her shoulder was exposed, white skin laid bare to the air.

“Damn, what a body. Just that shoulder’s enough to drive a man mad,” Hong Shirong murmured as he kissed it lightly.

The drug’s effect surged. Su Ruo’s knees nearly gave way. This can’t go on. If this continues, he’ll succeed!

Panic surged. She clenched her hands tight, trying to use pain to fight the drug. She was dizzy, nauseated from his touch, and desperate to escape, but her strength was draining.

As Hong Shirong leaned in again, and the two men chuckled lewdly behind her, Su Ruo snapped.

No. I won’t let this happen.

Without thinking, she hurled herself forward and slammed her head into his.

A loud crack echoed. Her skull felt like it might split open.

But Hong Shirong took the brunt of it. Staggering back two steps, dazed, he didn’t react in time.

Su Ruo kicked him hard in the stomach—right where his injury was. The bandage immediately soaked through with blood.

With a scream of pain, he dropped to his knees, blood streaming from his wrist, holding his head in agony, not even knowing which part to clutch.

The two men behind her were stunned. One rushed to help him, leaving only one man holding Su Ruo. Distracted and hesitant, the man didn’t hold her tight.

Su Ruo glanced coldly at Hong Shirong, then at the hand gripping her arm. A flash of determination passed through her eyes.

She lunged forward and bit down—hard.

The man screamed and let go, but she didn’t stop biting.

She bit deeper. Her fangs pierced flesh, blood flooded her mouth. Ignoring the taste, she finally released him and bolted.

If she’d waited any longer, they would’ve regrouped. The noise alone had likely alerted the upstairs guards.

Her body was weak and burning hot. She bit her tongue to stay conscious. Just a little further… don’t collapse now…

She ran, pushing herself with every ounce of strength. Behind her, Hong Shirong’s roar thundered out.

“GO! CHASE HER! Are you all dead?! GO GET HER!”

She ignored the shout, forced herself to run faster.

Luckily, the front door had only been closed, not locked—likely left open for the doctor’s arrival. It was her salvation.

She bolted through and, hearing footsteps behind her, turned and slammed the smart lock shut from the outside. The key was still inside—with Hong Shirong. The men were trapped and had to run back to fetch it.

Su Ruo didn’t look back. She ran.

“We found it!”

Xi Yuehui yelled, holding up his phone.

“Well?! Who is it? Where is she?!” Su Heng rushed over, panic in his voice.

“The car’s owner is Jiang Wen, a student at A University. Phone number’s ***********. Didn’t go to class today—must be him.” Xi Yuehui frowned. “But who the hell is he?”

“Bastard!” Time was ticking and Su Heng was losing control.

Xi Yuechen didn’t waste words. He pulled out his phone and made a call. “Jiawei, find the current location of license plate *****. Also, dig into Jiang Wen at A University—now.”

Everyone around him went silent. They listened closely—Xi Yuechen didn’t speak often. And when he did, it meant business.

Liang Bo’an narrowed his eyes. Jiawei? Could it be Gu Jiawei? He hadn’t expected Xi Yuechen—who spent most of his time in the military—to know someone like him, and seemingly be on good terms.

Gu Jiawei… now that was a true prince of the capital.

He kept a low profile, but his influence was immense. Just from his efficiency, you could tell. Within minutes, Xi Yuechen’s phone rang again.

After answering, he said in a deep voice, “Shengting Villas, in the suburbs. Let’s go. Yuehui, bring backup.”

His urgency was plain in his voice.

It wasn’t even subtle anymore—he was going to storm the place.

Su Heng pulled out his phone, fingers trembling as he sent out messages.

Liang Bo’an stayed silent, but his eyes gleamed with a chilling malice. Cleaning up scum like this? He had plenty of under-the-table methods.

They all left the transport bureau in a hurry, the bureau chief looking on nervously. These young men were some of the most powerful figures in the capital. He didn’t dare offend a single one.

He forced a smile, though it didn’t suit the tense air, and was finally able to breathe once they left. Just stay out of their way. That’s all that matters.

Xi Yuechen’s car led the way as they sped toward the suburbs.