The Enchantress Must Be Subdued
At the lowest point of his life, he unexpectedly found himself reborn in the body of a young master from a family with a terrifying background. Finding the atmosphere in this powerful clan strange and oppressive, he chose to run away and return to the commoners’ district. From then on, chaos ensued: many influential figures were toppled, and quite a few ladies found themselves awed by him... With five million words and two completed works already behind him, the author guarantees both quality and integrity. Confidence abounds; the story comes with full sincerity and a forceful presence, meticulously crafted with painstaking thought and effort. This is a truly conscientious masterpiece, destined to claim the throne of legends in 2019! Well, perhaps Little Treasure is a bit embarrassed to boast any further. In any case, it is guaranteed to be an engaging read, with steady updates and a satisfying, complete ending.
The Enchantress Must Be Subdued
Outside.
At some point, a voice crackled through the earpiece of a man in a black suit. After listening intently, he strode over and began dragging Ni Feihong inside.
"Let go of me! Bastard, let go!" Ni Feihong struggled futilely.
Ma Weimin had been skulking in the car all along, watching the situation spiral out of control yet helpless to intervene, so he decided to keep hiding. He knew that if he stepped out, all he would accomplish was to deliver himself as cannon fodder—utterly useless. He had tried to reach Zhang Jing, hoping she might be working on a case, but her phone was off and unreachable. So Ma could only continue his cowardly vigil.
Later, peeking out through the tinted windows, he noticed a fleet of Range Rovers pull up—Huo Laosi, that notorious pauper, had actually arrived. Yet Ma, currently dodging "family" members, didn’t want complications, so he stayed hidden, quietly observing.
Now things had reached a point—Jiang Fatty was no longer interested in playing it safe, and Ni Feihong looked as if she were being dragged away for execution. Ma knew he could no longer sit by and do nothing. With no other choice, he summoned his courage and got out of the car.
Earlier, even if he had interfered, it would have changed nothing; it wouldn’t have been bravado, just another pointless gesture. But now, with the stakes higher, it was worth a gamble. Ma knew he couldn’t intimidate Jiang Yaowen, but perhaps he could scare Huo Dongjun—a real possibility.
The sight of Ma, who had been hiding like a coward, sud
