Chapter 570 Empress Goes Wild! 4
Han Luoqi could tell something was wrong with her and followed her into the room.
"What’s wrong?"
Xia Weibao ignored him and hung up the call, only to dial again.
Yet, no one answered.
Han Luoqi frowned and happened to see a cellphone on the bed next to them, its screen flashing incessantly.
"Is it this phone?"
Xia Weibao, seeing the phone on the bed with its screen lit but muted, suddenly widened her eyes, breathing hurriedly as her heart kept sinking.
"Which room is Huang Wenan in!"
She suddenly grabbed Han Luoqi by the collar, and with such agitation, there was no doubt that if Han Luoqi replied just a second late, he would have been lifted off the ground by her.
"5001."
No sooner had he spoken than Xia Weibao threw him onto the bed and ran off without a trace.
Han Luoqi, thrown onto the bed, "*sigh*."
Just for that moment, he felt like a frail, delicate flower easily thrown aside.
However, he had no time to dwell on these thoughts now.
He flipped over fiercely and chased after her.
Xia Weibao was in such a panic, something must have happened!
By the time he reached the door, Xia Weibao was already at the end of the corridor.
She utilized Qinggong and almost instantaneously appeared at the door of room 5001.
"Open the door!"
Bang bang bang—
She banged on the door several times to no response.
She stepped back and kicked the door fiercely.
With a loud bang, the door flew open!
The scene before her eyes nearly drove her to murder!
All she saw was the room in complete disarray, with torn clothes strewn all over the floor and an air of despair filling the space.
On the bed, the sight of a man atop a woman nearly blinded her!
The obscene swearing and the sound of slapping were like the devil’s music, teasing at every nerve in Xia Weibao’s body.
She charged forward furiously, grabbed Huang Wenan by the shoulder, and flung him backward with force!
"Ah—"
The enraged Huang Wenan, thrown like that, let out a squeal like a slaughtered pig.
But Xia Weibao paid him no heed.
She looked at Zhuang Xuejun on the bed, tears streaming down her face, trembling fiercely. Her pupils shrank violently.
Her breathing stopped in that moment.
On Zhuang Xuejun’s face was a look of deathly gray.
Her beautiful eyes, now crying as lifelessly as a dead sea, emptiness broke the heart.
The corners of the eyes, the cheeks, were all bruised.
The swollen palm marks rose high, the hair disheveled, scattered across her face mixing with tears.
Blood still seeped from the corner of her mouth.
She opened her mouth, blood flowing out, unable to utter a word.
Her body marked all over from being brutally beaten and abused.
Trembling violently like leaves in a storm.
All of Xia Weibao’s rationality turned to ash under the impact of the scene!
The twenty-first century is a society governed by law; murder is against the law; she had always remembered that.
Even with all the playing and the madness, she would never touch the bottom line of the law.
But in that moment, her vision turned a bloody red, and an urge to feast on blood took over every cell in her body.
Kill this man!
In her mind, there was only one thought, to kill this bastard!
She snatched a blanket, covering Zhuang Xuejun’s body.
With bloodshot eyes, she turned around, her aura of killing intent almost solidifying, constantly roaring and howling.
Desire to kill clawing at her, an unprecedented rage transformed her into a tornado that rushed straight at Huang Wenan.
Huang Wenan was terrified by such a Xia Weibao; the person standing before him was not a human, but a demon!