The Protagonist is Always Intimidating Me - Chapter 4

Bai Meng vaguely remembered how Mo Hankui had been injured—it was during an ambush by a newly emerged mysterious organization.

If the hall masters and their guards were tasked with preventing demons from escaping the abyss, this organization’s goal was the opposite—they aimed to open the canyon and release the demons.

Some people, after all, believed that even demons deserved freedom, and this organization was built around that twisted sense of justice.

—Of course, the members were all hybrids, born of escaped demons and beastmen.

Even more coincidentally, Feng Suiling was also a hybrid, though no one knew.

This coincidence suddenly struck Bai Meng, causing him to shift uncomfortably.

Seeing that Mo Hankui’s wound had scabbed over and was healing well, Bai Meng was satisfied and withdrew his spiritual energy.

They had been staying in the inn for two days. Over that time, Bai Meng had conducted a series of painful experiments, eventually concluding that as long as Mo Hankui didn’t release his oppressive aura, didn’t bleed, and didn’t transform into his original form, the two of them could coexist in relative harmony.

Naturally, Mo Hankui showed deep disdain for this behavior. In the beastman dynasty, releasing one’s aura was a way to assert one’s status. But Bai Meng had cleverly countered by saying, “I’m not with you because of your status or position!”—leaving Mo Hankui speechless.

However, Mo Hankui did eventually comply, gradually suppressing his aura. By the end of it, with no aura pressuring him, Bai Meng was so smug that he even dared to embrace Mo Hankui in a bold, playful hug.

—Right after letting go, however, Mo Hankui stayed in his beast form for half a day, scaring Bai Meng so badly that he cried until Mo Hankui finally reverted to human form, looking as serious as ever.

“Lord Hankui, when are we going back to Xingge Hall?” Bai Meng casually asked. When he didn’t receive a reply for a long while, he looked up and found Mo Hankui sitting on the edge of the bed, staring at him, clearly lost in thought.

“……”

Bai Meng was stunned.

He remembered from the novel that Mo Hankui was always alert, never seen in such a distracted state…

Should I be touched that the protagonist trusts me so much now…?

A flurry of thoughts passed through Bai Meng’s mind. His gaze wandered, eventually landing on Mo Hankui’s waist. The man’s skin was pale, making the wound on his side appear stark and raw. His body was lean, but a layer of muscle clung to his frame, particularly around his abdomen, where his well-defined abs and the sharp lines of his waist were especially striking. Bai Meng stared, filled with envy and admiration.

Damn it! Why can’t hamsters build muscle?! I want abs too!

As a male with a normal sense of aesthetics, Bai Meng believed a man should have a sculpted, toned physique. But as a hamster, he had no choice but to accept his fate—much to his disappointment.

Perhaps his gaze was too intense, because Mo Hankui, snapping back to attention, shot a glance at Bai Meng’s hungry (crossed out) expression before calmly putting his clothes back on…

Gone…

Bai Meng sulkily wagged his small tail, tilting his head as he asked, “So, Lord Hankui, when are we heading back to your hall?”

“In ten days.”

“And when are we going to announce my official status at the hall?”

“In ten… Shut up.”

Mo Hankui, standing up, cast an indifferent look at Bai Meng. He noticed that Bai Meng was only wearing a white undershirt and strange, lantern-shaped shorts that left his long, slender legs exposed, giving him a youthful and inexperienced look.

His gaze lingered for a few seconds on the small tail attached to Bai Meng’s lower back before he calmly averted his eyes. “It’s late. Get some rest.”

“Okay, Lord Hankui.” Bai Meng obediently crawled into his floor bed. Just as he was about to lie down, a commotion erupted outside.

Bai Meng: ????

This guy isn’t even asleep yet! Isn’t it a bit early for some sneaky business?

Mo Hankui’s gray eyes narrowed slightly. Without a word, he vaulted out the window.

His wound had scabbed over, and dealing with ordinary assassins posed no real problem. Below, the assassins were engaged in combat with the inn’s guards. Standing on the second-floor balcony, Mo Hankui wore a cold, sinister smile, his gray eyes gleaming ominously, sending chills through the attackers below.

Outside, the sounds of battle grew louder. Bai Meng peeked out of the window, watching the fight below, his fluffy ears twitching lightly.

Suddenly, a few shadowy figures broke into the room, one of them gesturing to the others to surround the small beastman by the window.

“It’s you!” Bai Meng gasped, eyes widening as he recognized the leader, sucking in a sharp breath.

One of the assassins paused. “You know our leader?”

“Oh, no. I don’t.”

Assassins: “……”

If you don’t know him, why are you acting so surprised?! Why the sharp breath?!

Bai Meng, returning to his relaxed demeanor, continued watching the fight with interest.

The leader was enraged. His long sword gleamed coldly as he pointed it directly at Bai Meng. “You betrayed the one you should never have betrayed. Prepare to die.”

Bai Meng turned his head, sighing in exasperation. “Can I refuse?”

“Impossible! A traitor must die!”

Bai Meng shrugged. “What betrayal? I never swore loyalty to anyone. You’ve got the wrong guy! Also…”

With a swift motion that no one could track, Bai Meng snatched the long sword from the assassin, his speed catching everyone off guard. Under their stunned gazes, he calmly pressed the blade to his own neck.

“Well~ This is how you use a sword.”

As blood splattered and heads rolled, the room was soon drenched in red. Bai Meng, wrinkling his nose in disgust, wiped the blood off his hands and stepped to the next room’s window. Just as he looked out, Mo Hankui finished his business and climbed back in through the same window where Bai Meng was squatting.

Mo Hankui sniffed the air, realizing they had changed rooms. Without asking any questions, he casually tossed his bloodstained robe aside and lay down.

Before falling asleep, Mo Hankui suddenly recalled the way Bai Meng had looked at him earlier when he’d climbed through the window. His pure black eyes, like fine pearls, were bright and clear, and his youthful face still carried an innocent naivety. Yet, a few barely noticeable drops of blood on his snow-white undershirt made his whole figure seem like a painting brought to life in Mo Hankui’s eyes.