Chapter 12 – The Beast Awakens
The bar glittered with neon lights, smoke curling in the air, laughter echoing across velvet couches.
Jin Wurou sat back with a glass of whiskey, his sharp eyes locked on Qiao Xueran beside him. Around them lounged his so-called "friends" — rich, reckless young men who lived off arrogance and boredom.
One of them, half-drunk, leaned toward Xueran with a grin.
"She's cute. Is she really a fool, Wurou? Let me see…"
Before she could move away, his hand brushed against her arm.
Xueran's body stiffened. Her smile faltered for a split second. Inside, her rage burned — but she bit it back, lowering her eyes.
Wurou smirked, watching closely.
"Careful, cousin. She's delicate."
The friend laughed and reached again.
But he never touched her.
Because in that instant — the bar door slammed open.
Han Zixuan entered.
The entire atmosphere shifted. His presence was a storm in human form, his black eyes cutting through the smoke and noise. The crowd fell silent.
In two strides, he was there. His hand gripped the man's wrist mid-air. A sickening crack followed — the bone snapping like dry wood. The man's scream pierced the silence.
Han didn't even blink. He shoved the writhing body aside like trash, his gaze now locked on Jin Wurou.
"You dare."
Wurou raised his glass calmly, though tension flickered in his jaw.
"Relax, cousin-in-law. We were only playing."
The next moment, Han's fist collided with his face. Blood sprayed. Wurou's chair toppled as he crashed to the floor.
Han loomed over him, his voice low, lethal.
"Play with me if you want. But touch her again, and I'll break more than your pride."
He turned, lifting a trembling Xueran into his arms. She curled against him like a frightened child, but her eyes gleamed with hidden triumph.
The entire bar watched in stunned silence as Han Zixuan carried her out — the untouchable mafia king, now willing to tear down anyone for the "fool" in his arms.