C278 The Rage of the Palace Head

Gong Sheng's face darkened. He had completely lost his rationality and rushed over to give the two men, who were groping about on An Xin's body, a good beating.

Even though Butler Ding was already quite old, his skills were not bad. He followed closely behind the Palace Saint and joined the tradition of beating someone up.

An Xin didn't feel anything at all and continued to zipper her skirt, because at the back, she couldn't pull it back no matter how hard she tried. The heat made her start scratching her neck again.

The hands of the two old men who had been about to help Ann take off her pants touched the zipper of Ann's dress, and the locked door suddenly fell to the floor, startling both of them.

Before he could recover from the shock, he was knocked to the ground.

"Pa, pa …"

"Ah, save me …"

"Men, kill!"

"Ah …"

The two old men were screaming for help as they were beaten.

Gong Sheng mercilessly stomped on the two of them. Time after time, his eyes were filled with a cold killing intent.

The two of them howled for not long before they lost their voices and were knocked unconscious. Steward Ding noticed that something was amiss. He withdrew his foot and walked to the side of the palace saint. "Young master, we can't fight anymore. Someone's going to die."

"It's better if this trash dies." After Gong Sheng finished speaking, he fiercely stomped down a few more times.

The two men swayed from the kick, but no sound came out.

Steward Ding looked at the young master who had lost his mind and swept his old eyes around the room. Finally, he saw An Xin who was still fiddling with her skirt.

On her face and neck, her arms were full of scratches. Looking at her terrifyingly red body, Steward Ding then looked at his young master.

"Young master, something's wrong with Miss An. Take a look."

Gong Sheng didn't know how long he had been fighting until he heard Tinky say, "Miss An seems to be in the wrong." His stiff body finally stopped.

Then he turned around and looked at An Xin who was on the sickbed.

Seeing how she didn't take off her skirt and instead covered herself in streaks of blood-red light, Gong Sheng's bloodshot eyes immediately darkened.

He walked to An Xin's side and reached out to hug her.

"Tinch, take them back to the palace." With that, Gong Sheng led An Xin out of the room.

Jing Haotian had just returned from An Ying's place when he met the two of them. Both Jing Haotian and Gong Sheng were stunned.

"Jing Haotian, if anything happens to my woman, I will make sure your Jing Clan dies with you." After Gong Sheng finished speaking, he strode off in peace, not even bothering to look at Jing Haotian.

"Wait a minute, Gongsheng, what happened to her?" Jing Haotian came back to his senses and his eyes were still staring at Ye Zichen, but he still felt relieved.

The lines of blood on her body were shocking. Jing Haotian's heart slightly tightened as he followed closely behind the palace saint.

"Scram, it has nothing to do with you." Gong Sheng brought her to the elevator. Hearing Jing Haotian's footsteps, he let out a low growl.

But Jing Haotian didn't want to let him go just like that. He ran in front of him to stop him, "Of course you have nothing to do with me, I'm just worried about peace of mind."

"My woman doesn't need your concern." Gong Sheng glared at him coldly.

"She used to be my girlfriend." Jing Haotian stared back at him fearlessly.

All of a sudden, the air pressure in the corridor turned cold.

Gong Sheng's dark eyes were once again filled with hostility, his thin lips slightly curled, "I used to be your girlfriend, sorry, he dumped you not long ago and followed me."