Chapter 1299: Chapter 1298: Rebellion Chapter 1299: Chapter 1298: Rebellion The man showed no intention of leaving.

Moreover, he had the look of a hoodlum, which was particularly revolting.

Bai Lan unconsciously shrank further into the bed.

She began to feel afraid inside, aware that even if she screamed her lungs out, it would be futile in this remote place.

And there was the child in her belly–she unconsciously touched her stomach, her lips tightly pursed.

“Please leave, I need to eat breakfast,” Bai Lan said calmly, but icily.

All she could do was brace herself, as the thug’s language grew increasingly vile.

“You can eat, eating will give you the strength… to work,” the thug drawled, emphasizing the last two words.

Although Bai Lan was furious inside, she maintained a calm demeanor and started eating her egg.

She ate slowly, clearly trying to buy time as she contemplated how to save herself.

Here, it really felt like crying for help was utterly useless.

So she had no choice but to rely on herself.

Growing impatient with her slow pace, the thug snapped, “Can you eat a bit faster? Woman, are you trying to pull some stunts?”

The man’s face suddenly hardened, radiating a threatening and malevolent aura.

Bai Lan’s heart skipped a beat, but she quickly regained her composure.

Finally, under the man’s menacing gaze, she finished her bun and egg and even took a sip of soy milk.

She wasn’t worried about them drugging the food, since she was just a weak woman incapable of defending herself–they had no need for such elaborate measures.

Thus, Bai Lan ate with a sense of security.

After finishing, she wiped her lips with a napkin.

“Alright, I’m full now; you can take it away,” Bai Lan said blandly.

“What? You really think of me as a server?” the thug huffed. “Doing jobs for you comes at a price.”

He gradually closed in on Bai Lan.

“What are you trying to do?” Bai Lan demanded, fear evident in her voice.

“Isn’t it obvious what I want to do? Hehe,” the thug said, his demeanor sleazy, causing Bai Lan to panic.

“Don’t… don’t mess around,” Bai Lan stammered, her voice trembling with fear.

“I’m not messing around; I’m serious,” the thug suddenly lunged at Bai Lan.

Bai Lan was prepared and dodged to the side, and the thug missed.

In desperation, he tried to grab Bai Lan again. In response, she quickly grabbed a milk cup from nearby and smashed it over his head.

“Ah…” The cup struck his head, and the man screamed; Bai Lan was startled.

She still held the cup, ready to defend herself again.

“Damn woman, you really prefer the stick to the carrot, seeking death, aren’t you?” The thug was getting angry. He touched his head, felt something wet, looked, and saw it was blood.

His head was bleeding.

Enraged, he ripped open his shirt, wiped his mouth, and prepared to throw himself at Bai Lan again when suddenly, the door was pushed open.

Zhou Shengting was the first to rush in. Seeing the scene in front of him, his eyes flared with intense fury. He charged forward and kicked the man.

The man cried out and fell to the ground.

Bai Lan had initially thought it was another accomplice coming in, but just when she was sinking into despair, Zhou Shengting appeared before her like a grand hero.

She could hardly believe it.