chapter 3 blood stained silver needle

Because the hot summer had not yet subsided, Diana Zhang was dressed in a thin white dress.
In this moment, Tyrone Qin had a firm grip on her waist, and she could distinctly feel the warmth emanating from his palm. It was as if an electric current had surged through her, causing her delicate frame to quiver initially and then tense up like a tightly strung bow. She didn't dare to move a muscle.
The setting sun cast a radiant glow upon her exquisite face, revealing her expression of astonishment and nervousness.
Initially, she had thought Tyrone Qin was merely jesting, but she hadn't anticipated that he would act upon it. Before she could even utter a word, he had firmly encircled her waist, affording her no opportunity to speak or resist.
"Jerk, release Goddess Diana!"
"Damn it, someone's going to get hurt!"
Observing the goddess of their hearts being ensnared around the waist by Tyrone Qin, the fans in the livestream room reacted as though they were cats whose tails had been stepped on, with their hackles immediately raised.
Swoosh!
Swoosh!
Simultaneously, two large men dressed in black sprang into action, hurtling toward Tyrone Qin at astonishing speed.
"That jerk is done for!"
"I'll make this post as evidence. If that scoundrel isn't beaten to a pulp, I'll livestream myself eating my own words!"
As the two bodyguards in black raced towards Tyrone Qin, the fans in the livestream room were all geared up, preparing for a virtual showdown, as if they were about to pounce on Tyrone Qin.
Concurrently, Tyrone Qin shifted his gaze toward the two black-clad bodyguards for the first time.
It was just one glance.
Yet the two black-clad bodyguards came to an abrupt halt.
They were akin to two speeding cars slamming on their brakes, their feet scraping against the floor of the carriage, generating a faint screech.
Their realization was quite significant—Diana Zhang was currently in Tyrone Qin's grasp. What if they acted rashly and Tyrone Qin posed a threat to her?
"Release Miss Diana, or I assure you, you won't leave this carriage in one piece!"
The two black-clad bodyguards stood no more than a meter away from Tyrone Qin, fixing him with a piercing stare that held a glaring absence of concealed intent to harm in their eyes.
"Miss, as I said before, I don't appreciate being watched."
Tyrone Qin paid no heed to the threats posed by the two black-clad bodyguards, not bothering to cast another glance in their direction. Instead, he maintained his firm grip on Diana Zhang's alluring waist and remarked, "Consider this a minor punishment."
As he spoke, Tyrone Qin gently twisted Diana Zhang's waist.
"Ah..."
Diana Zhang, experiencing close proximity to a man for the first time in her life, was already quite embarrassed. However, when Tyrone Qin squeezed her waist, she let out a sudden scream, her entire body quivering violently, and her pretty face flushed a deep shade of crimson.
Hm?
Concurrently, Tyrone Qin's peripheral vision caught sight of a middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes entering the carriage and making his way toward him with a smile.
This observation triggered a momentary freeze in Tyrone Qin's gaze!
Drawing upon his memory, he was confident that this middle-aged man had not been present in the carriage previously. Moreover, he acutely noted that the man moved with an unusual lightness and agility—behavior that didn't align with that of a typical businessman.
"Swoosh—"
Just as Tyrone Qin sensed that something was amiss, a faint sound pierced the air.
A silver needle sliced through the atmosphere like a silver streak of light, striking one of the black-clad bodyguards with precision.
Hm?
Tyrone Qin's pupils constricted slightly, allowing him to distinctly discern the specialized watch on the middle-aged man's wrist. There was a small opening on the watch—this was the source of the silver needle!
Thud!
The black-clad bodyguard trembled, swaying as if inebriated, before collapsing to the ground unconscious.
Danger!
The other black-clad bodyguard, witnessing his companion's fall, instantly grasped the gravity of the situation. He pivoted and stepped forward to shield Diana Zhang.
"Swoosh!"
The sound of something cutting through the air resonated once more. The middle-aged man in the suit pressed the button on his specialized watch, and the silver needle shot forth again, piercing the second black-clad bodyguard's throat.
Almost on reflex, the second bodyguard pivoted to evade the incoming needle. But with Diana Zhang positioned behind him, he extended his right hand and opened his palm like a shield, shielding Diana Zhang from the front.
"Puff!"
The silver needle penetrated the second bodyguard's palm, drawing blood and rapidly diffusing its potent anesthetic through his bloodstream.
He swayed unsteadily, like a blade of grass in a breeze, but with tremendous willpower, he managed to keep from collapsing to the ground. Simultaneously, he turned his head, casting an anxious glance behind him.
Evidently, he understood that although the silver needle's velocity had diminished, Diana Zhang wouldn't be able to evade it.
In the event Diana Zhang were struck by the silver needle, even if it didn't strike a fatal area, she'd be rendered unconscious and subsequently abducted by the assailant.
Hm?
The black-clad bodyguard's eyes widened, his face contorting with shock!
Because, following his gaze, one could clearly see that the blood-stained silver needle aimed at Diana Zhang had been caught between the index and middle fingers of Tyrone Qin's right hand!
"This... how is this possible?"
The black-clad bodyguard was filled with incredulity, then promptly collapsed to the ground!
"Swoosh!"
Observing this scene, the middle-aged man secretly exhaled a sigh of relief, completely disregarding the horrified looks of the passengers around him as he strode confidently toward Diana Zhang, his face adorned with a smile.
Based on the precise information he had received, Diana Zhang had only been accompanied by two bodyguards on this outing. The middle-aged man believed that he had already eliminated the two bodyguards, leaving little doubt in his mind that he would successfully carry out this mission.
Hm!
Seeing the middle-aged man drawing near, Diana Zhang's face drained of color, and she instinctively rushed toward Tyrone Qin. Her entire body felt like it had been jolted by electricity, quivering with nervousness and fear.
Nervous and fearful, she clung to Tyrone Qin as if clutching a lifeline, her trembling form obstructing the middle-aged man's view, preventing him from spotting the silver needle in Tyrone Qin's hand.
"Miss Zhang, don't think for a moment that he can save you, and don't struggle. Just come with me!"
As the middle-aged man approached and jeered, he paid Tyrone Qin no heed, dismissing him as insignificant. "Kid, if you don't want to end up dead, lie down under the seat with your head in your hands and pretend you didn't witness a thing."
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
Upon hearing the middle-aged man's words, Diana Zhang's Adam's apple quivered. She attempted to say something but couldn't muster a word. Her heartbeat raced like a drumbeat.
"I would also advise you not to entertain any escape fantasies."
In response to the middle-aged man's threats, Tyrone Qin replied in an offhand manner, as if discussing the most mundane of subjects.
Hm...
Upon hearing Tyrone Qin's words, Diana Zhang's trembling form suddenly froze. She then gazed at Tyrone Qin in shock.
Even Diana Zhang herself hadn't expected Tyrone Qin to risk his life to protect her. If she held such an opinion, then surely the middle-aged man did as well?
"What did you just say?"
The middle-aged man, upon hearing this, was initially taken aback. It seemed as if he had just heard the most absurd joke in the world, and he regarded Tyrone Qin with a look of utter bewilderment.
"How can I deal with him if you're clutching me like this?"
Ignoring the middle-aged man, Tyrone Qin patted Diana Zhang's shoulder gently.
Diana Zhang instinctively released her hold, then stared blankly at Tyrone Qin as he stood up and stepped forward to shield her with his body.
As she gazed upon Tyrone Qin's back, Diana Zhang felt as if his brawny figure were a towering mountain, providing her with an unprecedented sense of security that dispelled the fear and unease that had previously gripped her.
Hm?
As soon as Tyrone Qin stood up, the middle-aged man immediately sensed that Tyrone Qin was no ordinary individual. He felt an invisible pressure emanating from him, and the self-assured expression on his face dissipated.
Hm...
Almost instantly, the middle-aged man's pupils contracted, and his gaze fixed upon Tyrone Qin's right hand, specifically on the bloodied silver needle.
The silver needle was held delicately between Tyrone Qin's middle and index fingers, its tip stained with blood—a shocking sight!
While the anesthetic coating the silver needle was several times more potent than standard anesthetics, it could not penetrate Tyrone Qin's unbroken skin, posing no threat to him.
"Why do you have that silver needle in your hand?"
The middle-aged man struggled to suppress the astonishment coursing through him, striving to maintain an air of composure. However, the twitching muscles at the corners of his eyes betrayed his true state—nervousness!
"Place your hands on your head and lie beneath the seat, or I'll forcefully put you there—take your pick!"
Tyrone Qin replied matter-of-factly to the inquiry, his tone leaving no room for negotiation.