In Love with the Werewolf Count

Chapter 4

The woman, with a look of sheer panic, pounded on Ivy's car hood, exclaiming, "Sir, please, help me! There are criminals chasing me!"

"Filthy woman, don’t you dare run away!" The man’s roar echoed from a distance.

"If you keep running, you'll regret it!"

Hearing this, the woman dared not delay, her fear driving her to sprint forward.

It was eleven at night—not too early, nor too late; in bustling Taipei, the nightlife was just beginning to stir. Many pedestrians were out, yet none were willing to lend a hand to the helpless woman being pursued by villains.

"Help, help..." Her voice trembled with intense fear.

She fled in disorientation, unknowingly deeper into a dark, deserted alley.

With no time to think, Ivy parked the car hastily and immediately followed.

In the dim alley, three burly men, towering and long-legged, soon cornered the woman. Two of them moved ahead of her, blocking her escape.

"You... you..." The woman was so distraught she could barely speak.

The third man leisurely approached the trapped prey, rudely grabbing her by the hair. "Aren't you good at running? Keep running!" The woman struggled, "Let me go,"

"Shut up," the man growled impatiently.

"I don’t want to go back with you. Help!" Her hair was cruelly yanked, leaving her unable to move, the only recourse was to cry out for help.

"Shut your mouth, or else you’ll have more to regret," the man threatened menacingly.

"Let her go." A clear, melodious voice suddenly cut through the night.

The three men froze in surprise and turned in unison toward the source of the voice, spotting a remarkably handsome man approaching with a measured stride.

"Kid, this is none of your business, get out of the way!"

"Mind your own business before you weigh yourself," another man snarled.

"Let’s go, ignore him."

Clearly, they dismissed Ivy, who appeared delicate and unthreatening, with little regard.

"If you want to leave, then leave the lady behind." Ivy remained resolute.

He despised men who abused their inherent advantage to bully women.

"Such arrogance, let’s see why you think you can keep her." The man gripping the woman’s hair commanded, "Beat him."

In the next moment, Ivy engaged in combat with the two men.

The two towering figures flanked her, their attacks growing increasingly fierce.

Suddenly, Ivy deftly intercepted a punch aimed at her face, twisting her body to leverage the force and strike one of them sharply in the eye.

"Ah—" The man screamed in pain.

She spun and delivered a powerful side kick to the other man’s cheek, nearly disfiguring his face.

"Ugh." He grunted, his head tilting to one side.

In just a few moves, Ivy had left both opponents injured. "Well, what do you say? Want to continue?" She was prepared to fight to the end.

Seeing this, the leader of the thugs had no choice but to abandon the woman and address his injured comrades, "Let’s go!"

Ivy watched their retreating figures thoughtfully, a vague sense of unease in her mind, but before she could ponder further, she was interrupted.

"Ugh..." The woman, now completely limp, collapsed onto the asphalt, emitting a trembling whimper.

Ivy's attention was drawn to the sound, "Miss, it's alright now."

"I..." Her slender frame continued to tremble uncontrollably.

Ivy approached and helped her to her feet, "The bad guys are gone, don’t be afraid."

"Sir... thank you... for saving me," the woman lowered her eyes, skillfully concealing a peculiar glint in them.

Ivy made no correction to her address, "You're welcome. Why were they after you? Do you need to call the police?"

"Uh..." The woman feigned weakness, her body sagging.

Without suspicion, Ivy reached out to support her, "Are you alright..."

Taking advantage of the situation, the woman pressed a drug-soaked handkerchief over Ivy’s mouth and nose.

Caught off guard, Ivy inhaled the pungent odor, which filled her nostrils and lungs, causing a violent dizziness. Her consciousness began to blur.

Just before she lost consciousness, Orion's warning echoed in her mind—be wary of women.

The woman quickly supported Ivy's collapsing body and shouted, "Hey! Get out here, now!"

As her call rang out, the three thugs emerged from the shadows.

It turned out they were in cahoots.

"This kid is quite a handful!" The man with a blackened eye kicked the unconscious Ivy, seizing the opportunity for revenge.

Another man, whose face was swollen like a pig’s head, attempted to join in, but was stopped by the woman’s voice. "That’s enough. If you were truly capable, why didn’t you take him down earlier?" She handed Ivy over to them, "Hurry and get going."

The three men, somewhat embarrassed, complied.

They quickly transported the unconscious Ivy out of the dim alley and into a van, speeding away. Unbeknownst to them, the entire scene had been witnessed by someone.

"Help, help..."

William, seated in his car and waiting for the flat tire to be replaced, looked up upon hearing the cries for help. He noticed three burly men chasing a woman into a dark alley.

The woman seemed familiar; his keen eye recognized her from somewhere. William furrowed his brow in thought.

"Young Master, should we rescue that lady?" Hearing the distress call, the driver paused his tire-changing and inquired.

Before he could respond, he noticed a tall figure entering the alley from behind, "A hero has arrived; we need not involve ourselves. Finish changing the tire quickly."

The supposed hero was none other than a well-known singer from a local pub, Sadness Hotel, known as the Count.

William had been there once, and while his singing was not unpleasant, it was nothing extraordinary.

"Oh." The driver, having seen the brave figure, continued his work without further comment.

Ah, the woman was Jonathan’s assistant from the Conservation Center for Regenerative Biological Research! William suddenly realized why she seemed familiar.

Moments later, he saw the three men stumbling out of the alley in disarray.

He was astonished; the seemingly delicate Count was indeed a concealed expert, having driven off the thugs effortlessly.

"Young Master, the tire is fixed."

With the villains having fled, there was unlikely to be further trouble. "Let’s go back."

"Yes." The driver wiped his hands clean, took the driver’s seat, and sped off.

As the car turned a corner, William glanced back unintentionally, and was shocked to see the female assistant and the three thugs loading the unconscious Count into a van and speeding away in the opposite direction.

It was too late to instruct the driver to give chase; they had probably already vanished.

It was all a conspiracy!

The woman and the three men were accomplices, but what was the purpose of this elaborate scheme? Was it to kidnap the so-called Count?

Was this purely a personal vendetta?

And what of Jonathan’s involvement?

At that moment, William realized he knew nothing about Jonathan or the Conservation Center for Regenerative Biological Research.

He had never considered delving into the workings of the organizations he sponsored, but witnessing the recent events had completely changed his perspective.

He needed to understand what the Conservation Center was doing and how the funds were being spent.

Even if it weren’t for the Count, it was for his own sake.

He was not concerned about the amount donated, but he would not tolerate being deceived.