"Sir, you can't force love—why make things so hard for Miss Han? Please let her go."
A young security guard in uniform, gripping a baton, stepped out of the security office, blocked the two men’s path, and said to Justin Nangong.
There were four security guards in the office. Given the spectacle Justin Nangong was putting on, his family background was clearly extraordinary, so none of them wanted trouble. But now, Justin was actually trying to have Hannah Han forcibly taken away.
The young guard couldn’t stand it anymore and stepped out to intervene. As for the other three, they shrank back inside the office, choosing not to get involved—eight luxury cars, each worth no less than five million, and even if they worked as guards their whole lives, they couldn’t afford one. They really didn’t have the guts to offend a son from such a wealthy family.
"Break his legs." Justin Nangong ordered coldly. A mere security guard dared to jump out and criticize him—clearly tired of living.
"Yes, young master."
One of the bodyguards let go of Hannah Han, strode up to the young security guard, and swung his fist.
The young security guard hadn’t expected Justin Nangong to be so brazen—he’d only said one sentence, and now the guy wanted his legs broken. Anger flared in him; facing the bodyguard’s punch, he stepped back and swung his baton at the man’s arm.
"Hmph!"
The bodyguard sneered, sidestepped the baton, closed in, and rammed his arm into the guard’s chest. As the guard staggered back, the bodyguard kicked him hard, sending him flying into the flowerbed with a scream.
Picking up the fallen baton, the bodyguard smiled coldly, walked up to the young guard, and smashed it down hard on his legs...
"Crack! Crack!"
Two sharp cracks rang out—both of the young guard’s legs were broken on the spot. He passed out with a scream, leaving the three guards inside the office frozen in terror, their scalps tingling. They were even more grateful they hadn’t gone out with that hothead, or their fate would’ve been just as bad.
The bodyguard tossed aside the baton and, together with another, grabbed Hannah Han and started dragging her toward the cars again.
At this point, Hannah Han had stopped struggling. Her body was trembling slightly—the bodyguard’s cold, ruthless actions had left her terrified and filled her with despair.
Back in the crowd, Zach Zhang clenched his teeth, his eyes burning with anger. Watching this scene, he felt humiliated and blamed himself.
Hannah Han was about to be dragged into the car.
Suddenly, a figure burst out from inside the school gate, lightning-fast, and caught up to the two bodyguards, landing a double punch squarely on their backs.
"Bang! Bang!"
With two muffled groans, both bodyguards collapsed to the ground.
At the same time, Hannah Han—overwhelmed and losing her strength—collapsed toward the ground, but Ian Song reached out and caught her. Feeling her trembling body and pale, frightened face, Ian felt a pang of sympathy and asked softly, "Miss Han, are you okay?"
Hearing Ian Song’s concerned voice, Hannah Han snapped back to herself a little. "I... I’m fine."
Ian glanced at Justin Nangong and the crowd closing in, then said firmly, "Don’t worry, Miss Han. As long as I’m here, they won’t be able to hurt you!"
Hannah Han looked at Ian Song gratefully. "Thank you, Ian."
"By the way, Miss Han, what’s going on here? Why are they trying to take you?" Ian asked.
Ian’s question seemed to remind Hannah Han of something. She remembered Zach Zhang, who’d left after being slapped, and the security guard whose legs had been broken. Suddenly, she shoved Ian away and shouted anxiously, "You need to go! He’s Justin Nangong—you can’t save me!"
Seeing Hannah Han like this, Ian Song felt a rush of blood. He declared loudly, "Miss Han, I said as long as I’m here, no one can hurt you. I don’t care if he’s Nangong Handsome or Nangong Ugly—if he dares hurt you, I’ll take his life!"
Ian’s words rang out loud and clear. For Hannah Han, they struck her heart—looking at Ian’s still-youthful but determined face, she felt her heart tremble twice. Her gaze grew distant; at this moment, Ian overlapped with the childhood hero she’d once imagined...
"Interesting! Very interesting!"
Justin Nangong clapped his hands and walked up, eyeing Ian Song with interest. "You’re the first to openly threaten my life. So, tell me—how should I deal with you?"
Justin Nangong’s words snapped Hannah Han back to reality. She pleaded, "Mr. Nangong, he’s just a student—he’s bound to be impulsive. Please don’t hold it against him, okay?"
"What do you think?" Justin Nangong replied playfully.
Suddenly, Hannah Han took a deep breath and looked at Justin Nangong. "Mr. Nangong, as long as you promise not to go after him, I’ll go with you."
"Hahaha!" Justin Nangong threw his head back and laughed. When he stopped, his face turned ice cold—his voice was chilling: "I hate women who try to negotiate with me. I hate it even more when they do it for another man. Anyone who dares hurt me, and even threatens my life—you’re dead!"
The last sentence was aimed directly at Ian Song.
On hearing this, Hannah Han’s face turned deathly pale. She knew that with the Nangong Family’s power, if Justin Nangong really wanted Ian Song dead, it wouldn’t be hard at all.
"It’s all my fault. I’m the one who got Ian Song into this mess." she thought, filled with guilt.
"Don’t be afraid, Miss Han. I said, as long as I’m here, no one can hurt you!" Ian Song gently patted her shoulder, then strode in front of her, leaving her with the image of his tall but slightly thin back.
In the crowd, Zach Zhang watched Ian Song step forward. His fists clenched tighter as he muttered, "Ian, you have to save Miss Han!" In that moment, all his jealousy vanished—what he felt instead was admiration, because Ian was doing what he hadn’t dared to do.
"Kid, playing the hero isn’t as easy as it looks!" Justin Nangong sneered at Ian Song.
Ian Song sneered, "Justin Nangong, right? Let me tell you something—if you want to hurt Miss Han, forget it! If you know what’s good for you, get lost now, or I’ll beat you so bad you won’t be able to take care of yourself!"
Justin Nangong was stunned—he hadn’t expected Ian Song to talk to him like that. Instantly furious, he barked at his men, "Get him! I want his hands and legs broken!"
"Yes, sir."
Eight men in suits and white gloves answered in unison, forming a circle around Ian Song. They were all security staff from Xuanwu Group, brought in today to pose as drivers. They’d been itching for a chance to prove themselves, and now that Ian had stepped up, they were thrilled—if they performed well, they might get promoted to personal bodyguards, which meant striking it rich.
After all, being Justin Nangong’s personal bodyguard didn’t just mean great pay—whenever the young master got bored of a beauty, he’d toss her to his bodyguards to play with. Where else could you find perks like that?
"Do it!"
Closing in to a meter, the eight men barked a cold command and launched their attack.