The thought of Niu Shurui running away consumed him. He dropped everything and rushed inside.

He found Niu Shurui's gauze dress torn to shreds, offering little coverage, her pale skin exposed. Between her bvttocks, a thick p3nis pumped in and out as Qiao Qi bit down on her back.

Every muscle in his body tensed. Like a coiled beast, Ye Li lunged forward.

Through the haze of pain, Niu Shurui heard rapid, heavy footsteps.

Before she could speak, the weight and support behind her vanished. She fell to her knees as the sound of rushing air and a fist connecting echoed behind her.

Ye Li yanked Qiao Qi back by his shoulder and then kicked at his exposed p3nis.

Lost in his rage and lust, Qiao Qi reacted instantly, dodging the blow. Recognizing the newcomer, his pulse pounded. He didn't even bother to withdraw; he charged at Ye Li.

They grappled, each blow aimed at vulnerable points, each strike potentially fatal.

Their eyes burned with hatred, each wanting to kill the other.

Consumed by fury, Ye Li saw only the image of what he had just witnessed. His fists flew wildly, driven by instinct, a brutal, untamed assault.

Qiao Qi, however, fought with cold precision. He quickly found Ye Li's weaknesses, turning the tables and landing blows to his face and ribs.

The crack of bone was audible to everyone present.

Ye Li felt a sharp stab of pain, something rising in his throat. Suddenly, his mouth filled with the taste of blood.

But he fought on, his ferocity increasing with each injury.

Blood trickled from his lips, making him look terrifying.

Ye Li fought like a man possessed, determined to drag Qiao Qi down with him. He unleashed a flurry of blows, catching Qiao Qi off guard and knocking him to the ground.

Ye Li grabbed a nearby vase and swung it down. Qiao Qi rolled away just in time, the shattering vase spraying him with shards of glass, drawing blood.

Their movements were swift and brutal. In mere moments, the carpet was stained crimson.

Niu Shurui, just regaining her composure, felt her heart pounding in her chest.

Blood covered Ye Li's chin, his clothes marked with deep impressions from Qiao Qi's blows. Yet, he seemed impervious to pain, moving with an agility and force that made even Niu Shurui wince at the sound of bones grinding.

Qiao Qi wasn't faring much better. Ye Li's desperate onslaught set off alarm bells in his mind. But he clung to his purpose–he was here to reclaim Niu Shurui.

Niu Shurui, gripping the wall, managed to stand, her eyes darting between the two men, her mind racing.

Suddenly, a flash of white caught her eye. Qiao Qi had produced a knife, flicking it open and lunging at Ye Li.

The polished blade gleamed, slicing through the air with a sharp hiss.

The next moment, the knife pierced Ye Li's left arm. Numbness spread through half his body, leaving only a searing pain.

He glanced at the wound, his expression unchanged. If he hadn't moved, the knife would have pierced his heart.

Blood spurted, splattering Qiao Qi's glasses. He flung them aside, twisting the knife in Ye Li's arm.

The grating of bone against bone was a sickening sound, chilling and terrifying.

Ye Li kicked at Qiao Qi's groin, forcing him to retreat. As he pulled back, he ripped the knife free, unleashing a fresh torrent of blood.

The vibrant red arc of blood made Niu Shurui shudder, her mind momentarily blank.

Seeing Qiao Qi raise the knife again, aiming for Ye Li's heart, Niu Shurui instinctively threw herself in front of him.

Qiao Qi's eyes widened, and he jerked the knife aside. But the momentum carried it forward, slicing Niu Shurui's earlobe.

He froze, staring at the blood trickling down her skin, staining the white gauze on her shoulder crimson.