Exiled!? Ha! I have An Infinite Space-Chapter 109 -

The man who had been kicked fell hard to the ground, his body hitting the dirt with a dull sound that broke the tension in the air.

Before anyone could react, another figure moved forward.

Han Fuji.

He did not speak.

He did not hesitate.

He walked straight into the circle as if the men in front of him did not exist, his eyes fixed on the one who had torn Bai Ming’s clothes.

The man barely had time to lift his head—

Before Han Fuji’s fist came down.

Hard.

A sharp sound followed.

The man’s head snapped to the side as blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

No pause.

No warning.

Han Fuji grabbed him by the collar and pulled him up slightly—

Then punched him again.

And again.

Each hit was heavy. 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

Controlled.

But filled with anger.

The man struggled, his hands flailing weakly, but he could not break free.

"Stop—!" one of the others shouted.

But none of them moved forward.

They hesitated.

Because the look in Han Fuji’s eyes—

Was not normal.

It was cold.

And dangerous.

Another punch landed.

The man’s face was already swollen, blood running down his nose and lips as his body went limp in Han Fuji’s grip.

Still—

Han Fuji did not stop.

Bai Ming stared for a moment.

Then her expression changed.

"Enough!" she said sharply as she stepped forward.

He did not hear her.

His fist rose again.

She grabbed his arm.

"I said enough!" she said louder, pulling at him.

This time—

He stopped.

But only slightly.

His breathing was steady, but his eyes were still filled with anger that had not gone down.

Bai Ming tightened her grip on his arm.

"If you hit him again, he will die," she said.

There was a pause.

Then slowly—

Han Fuji let go.

The man dropped to the ground like a broken sack, barely conscious.

The others did not wait.

They grabbed their injured companion quickly, their faces pale now, all arrogance gone.

"Let’s go!" one of them said.

Within seconds—

They were gone.

The crowd that had gathered remained for a moment longer.

Watching.

Whispering.

Bai Ming felt their eyes again.

Her expression hardened immediately.

Before she could speak—

Han Fuji moved.

Without saying anything, he removed his outer robe and threw it over her shoulders, covering the torn part of her clothing completely.

His movements were rough.

Not gentle.

Then he looked at her.

"What were you doing here alone?" he demanded.

His voice was low.

But sharp.

Bai Ming froze for a second.

Then her temper rose.

"What does it look like?" she snapped back. "I came to look for you!"

His brows drew together.

"You came here alone?" he asked.

"Yes!" she shot back. "And what of it?!"

His jaw tightened.

"This place is not safe," he said.

"And I just found that out," she replied coldly.

He looked like he wanted to say more—

But before he could, Bai Ming suddenly turned.

Her gaze swept across the people still watching.

"What are you all looking at?" she snapped.

Her voice was loud.

Sharp enough to cut through the air.

"Is this a show for you?" she continued. "If you have nothing to do, then go and find something instead of standing here like useless decorations!"

The people shifted.

Some looked away immediately.

Others quickly turned and left.

Within moments—

The area cleared.

Silence returned.

Bai Ming exhaled slowly.

Then she turned back.

Her eyes fell on Han Fuji’s hand.

It was stained with blood.

Not just from the man—

His knuckles were split slightly.

She frowned.

Without saying anything, she stepped closer and grabbed his hand.

"You injured yourself," she said.

Her voice was lower now.

Not as sharp.

Han Fuji looked at her hand holding his.

Then at her face.

His expression did not soften completely—

But the anger in his eyes eased just a little.

"It is nothing," he said.

Bai Ming did not let go.

"You say that, but you are bleeding," she replied.

She looked at his hand carefully.

"You hit too hard."

He did not respond.

She clicked her tongue lightly.

"...You never know when to stop."

There was a brief silence between them.

Then she added quietly,

"...But thank you."

He looked at her again.

This time—

He did not speak.

Han Fuji looked at her for a moment longer, then without saying anything, he reached out and grabbed her wrist.

"Come with me," he said.

His tone left no room for argument.

Bai Ming frowned immediately.

"Wait," she said as she pulled slightly against his hold.

He stopped and looked at her.

"What now?" he asked.

She pointed toward the ground.

"My things."

The basket she had brought earlier was still lying there, the food scattered across the dirt.

Han Fuji glanced at it briefly.

"It is already dirty," he said. "Leave it."

Bai Ming shook her head.

"I did not bring it here to throw it away," she replied.

She pulled her hand free from his grip and walked back quickly, crouching down as she began to gather what she could.

Some of the food was already ruined, but not everything.

She picked up the clean ones carefully and placed them back into the basket.

Han Fuji stood where he was, watching her.

His brows were still slightly furrowed.

"You still want to take that?" he asked.

"Yes," she replied without looking at him. "Food does not come easily here."

There was no embarrassment in her voice.

Only firmness.

She stood up after gathering what she could, brushing her hands lightly.

Then she adjusted the robe he had placed over her shoulders, making sure it covered her properly.

"I am done," she said.

Han Fuji walked back to her side.

This time, he did not grab her again.

But he turned and started walking.

"Follow me," he said.

Bai Ming looked at his back for a moment.

Then she followed.

The path out of the shelter felt quieter now.

The people who had been watching earlier avoided looking at them.

Some lowered their heads.

Others moved aside quickly.

No one spoke.

Bai Ming held the basket in one hand, her steps steady despite everything that had just happened.

After a few steps, she spoke.

"You came at the right time."

Han Fuji did not look back.

"I was already nearby," he said.

She glanced at him.

"Nearby?" she repeated. "Or you saw what was happening and came over?"

He did not answer immediately.

Then he said,

"It does not matter."

Bai Ming almost smiled.

"...It matters," she said quietly.

But she did not press further.

They walked in silence for a while.

Then she said,

"You hit him too much."

Han Fuji’s expression did not change.

"He deserved it," he replied.

"That is not what I meant," she said. "You injured your hand."

He glanced at his hand briefly.

"It will heal."

Bai Ming frowned slightly.

"You say that too easily."

He did not respond.

She tightened her hold on the basket slightly.

"...Still," she said after a moment, "if I did not stop you, you would have killed him."

This time, he slowed his steps slightly.

Then he said,

"He touched what he should not have."

His voice was calm.

But there was something heavy beneath it.

Bai Ming looked at him.

For a moment, she did not speak.

Then she said,

"...You talk like it is your business."

He stopped walking.

She almost walked into him before stopping as well.

Then he turned.

His eyes met hers directly.

"It is," he said.

The answer came without hesitation.

Bai Ming froze for a second.

Then she looked away slightly.

"It is not something you should say openly," Bai Ming said as she looked at him. "If someone else hears you, they will start thinking there is something between us."

Han Fuji did not respond.

He only continued walking.

Bai Ming followed behind him, her grip firm on the basket, her steps slower now as the silence stretched between them.

After some time, he stopped.

She lifted her head—

And saw the familiar gate of the Fu residence.

She let out a quiet breath.

"You already know the way after coming here once," she said.

He glanced at the gate briefly before answering,

"I pay attention to what matters."

She studied him for a moment.

Then he turned slightly, ready to leave.

"Do not go back to that place alone again," he said.

His tone was steady.

Bai Ming frowned.

"You do not get to decide that for me," she replied.

He looked at her.

"I am not deciding for you," he said. "I am telling you what is right."

She held his gaze.

"And if I do not listen?" she asked.

He did not answer that.

Instead, he turned to leave.

But before he could take more than a step—

"I will keep coming."

Her voice stopped him.

He paused.

"I will keep coming," she repeated, her tone calm but clear, "until you agree to come and stay with us here."

There was a brief silence.

Then she added,

"Unless you want me to keep going back there alone."

Her eyes met his.

"And who knows," she continued, "next time those men might not just talk."

The air shifted.

Han Fuji turned fully this time.

His expression darkened.

"You will not go back there," he said.

His voice was lower now.

More dangerous.

Bai Ming did not back down.

"Then come here," she replied. "Solve the problem."

His jaw tightened.

"I can stay wherever I want," he said. "And you can go wherever you want."

There was a pause.

Then—

A faint smirk appeared on his lips.

"But on my way back," he added slowly, "I saw a notice."

Bai Ming’s brows drew together slightly.

"What notice?" she asked.

His eyes stayed on her.

"They are coming to take men soon," he said. "Those who are not married will be taken first."

Silence fell.

Bai Ming’s expression changed.

"What are you going to do about it?" she asked.