Chapter 286

A vicious glint flashed in Shang Kaijie's eyes as his fist shot toward Luna White's face with a whoosh of air. Having trained at a boxing club for three years, he knew this punch would leave the woman disfigured.

Luna stood motionless, a cold smirk curling her lips.

"Looking to die?" Jiang Shaoqing roared, leaping into action. He knew Shang Kaijie's capabilities all too well—this strike was clearly meant to be lethal.

At the critical moment, a dark figure darted out from the stairwell like lightning. Andrew Smith executed a flawless flip, shielding Luna securely in his arms and taking the full force of the blow on his back.

A dull thud echoed as Shang Kaijie's fist connected solidly with Andrew's spine. Simultaneously, Jiang Shaoqing's flying kick landed, sending Shang Kaijie sprawling backward.

"Cough... cough..." Shang Kaijie slammed into the wall, clutching his chest as he hacked violently.

Luna looked up into Andrew's worried gaze and murmured, "I'm fine." She discreetly loosened her grip on the silver needle hidden in her palm. What a pity—had Andrew not intervened, she could have ensured Shang Kaijie would never be a man again.

In her past life, she had witnessed the girls Shang Kaijie had ruined. This time, she wouldn't let history repeat itself.

"Step back," Andrew said, his voice low but his eyes icy.

Luna caught his wrist. "Don't—"

"Relax." He pried her fingers open one by one. "Dealing with him doesn't require breaking protocol."

Jiang Shaoqing had already rolled up his sleeves, revealing muscular forearms. "Leave this to me, Andrew. Dr. White is my family's benefactor. If anything happens to her under my watch, I owe an explanation."

Andrew lit a cigarette and took a deep drag. "Thirty seconds."

"Twenty." Jiang Shaoqing cracked his neck. "If you can still recognize him as human afterward, I lose."

Shang Kaijie finally recognized who he was facing, his face turning ashen. Andrew was infamous in the military compound—the undisputed "king" of brawls since childhood, now an elite special forces soldier.

"Brother Jiang! For my sister's sake—" Shang Kaijie's plea was cut short by Jiang Shaoqing's fist smashing into his face.

Andrew exhaled smoke lazily, counting down. "Ten, nine, eight..."

This was the first time Luna had seen Andrew like this—leaning against the wall, a hint of roguishness in the haze of smoke, a far cry from the stern officer she knew.

Noticing her gaze, Andrew turned his head. Their eyes met, and for a fleeting moment, warmth flickered in his gaze, as if to say: Don't be afraid. I'm here.

"Time's up." Jiang Shaoqing shook blood off his knuckles. "Kid's got tough bones."

Shang Kaijie lay crumpled on the ground, his face swollen like a pig's, but only superficial wounds marked him. Jiang Shaoqing had held back—enough to teach a lesson without causing serious trouble.

Andrew loomed over Shang Kaijie. "Remember this: Luna is my fiancée." He bent down, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Lay a finger on her again, and I'll have your entire family carrying you here to apologize."

Shang Kaijie's pupils constricted. He finally understood why Jiang Shaoqing had stepped in—and that he'd kicked a steel plate.

"Let's go." Andrew took Luna's hand and strode away without a backward glance.

Shang Kaijie glared at their retreating figures, resentment burning in his eyes. Luna White, was it? This debt, I'll remember.