Jing'an Temple stood as a tranquil oasis amidst the bustling cityscape. Its golden rooftops glead under the sunlight, and the lodious sound of bells resonated in the air, creating an atmosphere of serenity.
As Wang Xiao and Mo Xiang entered the temple premises, they were greeted by the fragrance of incense and the soothing hum of prayers.
The courtyard was adorned with vibrant red lanterns, and intricate carvings adorned the walls, telling tales of centuries past.
Walking further into the temple, they found a gathering of people paying their respects at the main hall.
Among the worshippers, Wang Xiao's eyes couldn't help but notice the diverse array of won present.
So wore traditional attire, while others sported modern dresses, each adding a unique charm to the setting.
Won of all ages, from young to old, stood in front of the altar, their eyes closed in deep reverence as they offered their prayers.
The soft rustling of their clothing, the subtle sway of their graceful movents, created a srizing sight that captured Wang Xiao's attention.
Mo Xiang nudged him with an amused grin, "Brother, you were right. Temples are definitely the place to find quality won."
Wang Xiao nodded, his gaze firmly fixed on the scene unfolding before him. His purpose for being here extended beyond a simple appreciation of beauty; there was sothing more that drew him to this place.
Leaving Mo Xiang within the temple's confines, he decided to explore the area outside.
The pathways behind the temple were skillfully designed, winding among the tall trees and illuminated by soft, dim lighting. As he walked through this tranquil space, a sense of calmness and peace enveloped him.
Wooden benches were thoughtfully scattered throughout, providing spots for contemplation and rest.
In a quiet corner of this serene setting, a young boy sat on one of the benches.
His hair was neatly trimd, his face illuminated by the glow of his phone screen as he focused on whatever held his attention.
This boy was Hao Zemin, a frequent visitor to the temple. He would often accompany his mother here, watching over her as she engaged in her prayers.
For this particular visit, Wang Xiao had intentionally left behind Mo Xiang and the others.
He wanted to keep their involvent separate from his sisters, being cautious about potential complications that could arise among their male companions.
After all, matters of human emotions were never entirely predictable, and Wang Xiao wanted to shield his sisters from any unnecessary complications.
Wang Xiao had previously delved into Hao Zemin's background, especially after the warning he had given him about staying away from Wang Xueying.
Yet, as Wang Xiao gazed upon Hao Zemin's face, he could sense the disregard this young man held for his cautionary words.
Despite the initial fear triggered by the warning, Hao Zemin seed to have let his guard down upon discovering that Wang Xiao was actually his junior.
Age often cos with an inherent sense of superiority that can sotis cloud one's judgnt.
Hao Zemin was engrossed in his phone, his focus montarily interrupted by the approaching shadow of Wang Xiao.
The casual greeting "Oye!" brought Hao Zemin's attention back to reality.
Swoosh!
In a swift movent, he instinctively reached for a sharp object and held it close to Wang Xiao's neck. Amid the tension, a sowhat comical laughter broke the silence, as Hao Zemin's taunting voice filled the air, "Haha! Are you here to play the protective brother role again, kid?"
"!?"
As the screwdriver pointed nacingly at his neck, Wang Xiao felt a sense of freezing realization wash over him.
Observing the preparedness of Hao Zemin, he inwardly noted, 'It seems he was ready for this.' He let out a resigned sigh, realizing the precariousness of his situation.
However, his montary lapse in response didn't go unnoticed by Hao Zemin. With a hint of impatience in his voice, he taunted, "What, got no words!?"
"Huh?"
"Now, co on, empty your pockets, and I might let you go!" Hao Zemin's tone oozed with a malicious threat, his eyes gleaming with cruelty.
Inner voices echoed in Wang Xiao's mind, each with their own advice:
'Break this bastard's face!'
'You should have co with more people!'
'I don't like his smirk!'
Amidst the internal chaos, Wang Xiao heard the impatient voice of Hao Zemin again. The latter's smirk widened as he jeered, "Co on, what are you waiting for!?" He prodded the screwdriver slightly against Wang Xiao's neck.
In response, Wang Xiao put on a show of resignation, his tone carrying a sigh, "I have so money in my front pocket," he stated calmly, slightly bending to retrieve the money.
Hao Zemin's smirk grew even wider, victorious glee taking over him.
Not only he got his revenge but also extorted him!
His happiness was over the roof now!
At the mont when Hao Zemin's attention wavered, a swift impact struck his abdon with a forceful *Bam*.
"Ugh!"
Hao Zemin's eyes widened in both surprise and pain, a guttural sound escaping his lips.
However, before he could react or retaliate, Wang Xiao was already in motion, racing away from the scene.
Perplexed and infuriated, Hao Zemin clenched his teeth, his face contorted with a mixture of anger and frustration.
"BASTARD!"
He wasted no ti in chasing after Wang Xiao, his strides determined and swift.
While Wang Xiao was smaller and slighter in comparison, it was evident that a direct physical confrontation wouldn't end well for him.
However, Wang Xiao had no intention of testing his physical strength against Hao Zemin. He was in no mood for a brawl, especially one where he'd likely end up on the losing side.
His feet pounded against the ground as he sprinted, propelled by a fervent desire to escape unscathed.
He continued running until he spotted Mo Xiang stepping out of the temple gates as well. Their eyes t, and in that instant, Mo Xiang's expression shifted from confusion to comprehension.
He quickly grasped the situation unfolding before him.
As he raced away, Wang Xiao couldn't help but chuckle inwardly, a sense of luck and relief flooding over him. 'Today is my lucky day,' he thought, grateful for the unexpected turn of events that seed to be working in his favor.
Wang Xiao finally ca to a halt, seeking refuge near the trunk of a robust saponaria tree.
He turned his gaze back, assessing the situation as Hao Zemin also paused, believing that Wang Xiao had given up.
The faint hint of a triumphant smile played on Hao Zemin's lips as he prepared to gloat in his apparent victory.
However, his victorious expression swiftly turned to one of shock and confusion. Suddenly, a strong grip closed around his neck from behind, lifting him off the ground with surprising force.
His eyes widened in alarm, a strangled sound escaping his lips as he found himself suspended in the air.
"Huh?"
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