Villain: Manipulating the Heroines into hating the Protagonist

Chapter 716 Wang Jian's Girlfriends Get Captured

716  Wang Jian's Girlfriends Get Captured

Wang Jian stood by the window of the hotel room, staring down at Bella's sleeping form. Her auburn hair spilled across the pillow, her voluptuous body draped lazily under the sheets, still flush from their passionate encounters. He couldn't help but smirk at the sight of her; she looked so peaceful, so completely spent. But deep down, there was a growing unease in Wang Jian's chest.

The Blood Hunters were closing in on him, and fast. The gang he had left behind was not known for letting traitors walk free, and now that they had found him, things were about to get dangerous. He knew they would stop at nothing to recover the incriminating video camera he had stolen—an item that could destroy the lives of some of the most powerful people in the country. Politicians, businessmen, and others with deep pockets and influence all had their dark secrets stored in that camera, and the Blood Hunters wanted it back.

His mind raced as he silently slipped out of bed, careful not to wake Bella. She stirred slightly but didn't wake, her body too exhausted from their night together. Wang Jian dressed quickly, pulling on his dark jeans and black jacket before heading to the door. He cast one last glance at Bella, her purple eyes still closed in sleep, then stepped out into the hallway.

The tension in his chest grew as he made his way out of the hotel. He needed to act quickly. The Blood Hunters would be watching him, tracking his movements, and worse—by now, they might have already discovered his relationships with Emma and Jessica. He clenched his fists, his jaw tightening at the thought of those men touching what was his.

Emma and Jessica weren't just his lovers. Their sexy bodies existed solely to please him, and the idea that anyone else might try to hurt them filled him with a cold, calculated fury. He had to save them, and soon.

As Wang Jian moved through the empty streets of the city, his mind worked on overdrive. He knew the Blood Hunters had informants everywhere, hidden in plain sight—people you'd never suspect. Homeless men on the corner, bartenders serving drinks, even cab drivers. Any one of them could be feeding information back to the gang. He had to be careful, had to stay ahead of them if he was going to pull off his plan.

The first thing he needed was to find their hideout. He knew the gang wouldn't stay in the open for long. They preferred the shadows, always working from hidden corners of the city. Wang Jian's mind raced back to his days as a member of the Blood Hunters, memories flashing of late-night deals, stolen goods, and dirty money. The gang had a network that stretched across the country, and they always found the most discreet places to set up their operations.

Wang Jian turned down a narrow alleyway, his thoughts pulling him deeper into the past. He remembered the kinds of places the Blood Hunters used to favor—abandoned factories, empty warehouses, old docks where no one would think to look. If he could get there first, he might have a chance of catching them off guard and rescuing Emma and Jessica.

He had to move quickly. His mind went through every possible location in the city that fit the gang's style, and he started to work through them one by one.

The first spot was an old factory on the west side of Ohio, a crumbling building that had been abandoned for years. Wang Jian climbed through a broken window, moving stealthily through the shadows, his senses alert for any signs of life. But after a thorough search, the place was empty—just rats and dust. No Blood Hunters.

The second place was an old dockyard by the river. He remembered the gang using similar places back in the day, but this one was dead silent when he arrived. No guards, no gang members, just the sound of the water lapping against the dock.

Wang Jian continued his search, checking out location after location, each one a bust. By the time he reached his tenth spot—a rundown bar in a forgotten corner of the city—his frustration was beginning to mount. The Blood Hunters were good at staying hidden, and he was running out of options.

But then, finally, as he approached the eleventh location on his list, something felt right.

It was an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of Ohio, a place no one had any business being near unless they were looking for trouble. As Wang Jian got closer, he noticed the subtle signs that gave the place away—shadows moving around inside, the faint glow of light through the windows, and the presence of several armed men posted outside.

Wang Jian crouched behind a stack of crates, observing the warehouse from a distance. His instincts told him this was the place. The gang had to be holed up here. His suspicions were confirmed when he saw two familiar faces—men he had known from his time in the gang—pacing near the entrance, both of them carrying assault rifles slung over their shoulders.

He narrowed his eyes, scanning the perimeter carefully. Rushing in would be suicide; there were too many guards, and they were heavily armed. He needed to take a different approach, something stealthy and smart. Wang Jian moved quietly, circling the building until he found a weak point—a lone guard standing by the back door, distracted as he lit a cigarette.

Wang Jian slipped through the shadows like a ghost, his movements quick and silent. He was on the guard before the man even knew what was happening, wrapping his arm around the man's neck in a tight chokehold. The guard struggled for a moment, but within seconds, he was unconscious, slumping to the ground. Wang Jian dragged the body into the shadows, out of sight, and took the man's weapon.

With the back entrance now unguarded, Wang Jian slipped inside the warehouse. The place was dimly lit, the air thick with tension. He kept to the shadows, moving silently as he made his way deeper into the building. As he approached the center of the warehouse, he found a small window overlooking the main floor.

Wang Jian peered through the glass, and his blood boiled at what he saw.

In the middle of the room, tied to a pole with ropes around their wrists, were Emma and Jessica. Their clothes were torn, revealing enough of their curvy bodies to make them look both vulnerable and seductive. Jessica's blonde hair was disheveled, her blue eyes wide with fear, while Emma's dark black hair framed her tear-streaked face, her brown eyes filled with a mix of terror and defiance.

Several gang members stood around them, laughing and talking among themselves, clearly enjoying the sight of Wang Jian's captured lovers. Some of the men were armed with rifles, others with pistols, and all of them looked dangerous.

Wang Jian's heart raced, but he didn't let his anger cloud his judgment. He couldn't just rush in—there were too many of them, and if he made a wrong move, Emma and Jessica could be killed. He needed a plan.

From his vantage point, Wang Jian quickly assessed the situation. There were at least a dozen gang members inside, most of them near the girls. The rest were scattered around the warehouse, guarding the exits and keeping watch. If he wanted to save Emma and Jessica, he would have to create a distraction, something that would draw the gang members away from the center of the room.

As he crouched behind the window, Wang Jian's mind worked quickly, formulating a plan. He spotted several old crates stacked near one of the walls, and an idea began to form. If he could make enough noise on the other side of the warehouse, the gang members would be forced to investigate, giving him the opportunity to take out the remaining guards and free the girls.

Wang Jian took a deep breath, his hand tightening around the rifle he had taken from the guard. He had one chance to pull this off. If he failed, it could cost Emma and Jessica their lives.

But he wasn't going to fail. He couldn't.

Quietly, Wang Jian moved through the shadows, his heart pounding in his chest as he prepared to put his plan into motion.