A legendary Chinese web novel that I've been obsessed with translating (via AI) for a while. Difficult both because of the content and also because there's a LOT of fan-fiction and fanart out there I wanted to include in the translation. Content warning (mostly for later chapters, the first one is kinda tame): female snuff, strangling, necrophilia, urination.
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In June, Xiamen is blazing hot, and nightfall drags its feet, arriving like some high-society dame at a fancy ball, only stepping in with its long, trailing skirt after the scorching sun has had its fun. After a thunderstorm passed, the muggy heat and restless hearts finally settled. A gentle sea breeze swept away the lingering warmth from the ground, and the city that had bustled all day gradually fell silent. For a group of third-year graduate students in some corner of the city, it’s their last summer in school. In a few weeks, when the campus is aflame with blooming phoenix flowers, it'll be time to say goodbye.
Whoosh— a dart flies, sticking into the target hung behind the dormitory door. Sadly, it missed the bullseye just by a hair. Monkey jumps up excitedly, spitting out words with a thick Cantonese accent, “Tough luck, mate! All talk and no trousers, eh? Haha, you owe me a hundred bucks~”
Abang scratched his head. His luck tonight was truly terrible — he only scored a nine-ring on the last throw and lost the game at the final dart. With a glum face, he fishes a crumpled 100-yuan note from his pocket and grumbles, “Just you wait, Monkey. Consider this money in safekeeping with you. It’ll be back in my hands tomorrow.”
Monkey, money in hand, doesn't give a hoot about what Abang says. He tosses a towel over his shoulder and heads off to shower, humming a tune, all happy and content. Abang glances at his watch; it’s still half an hour until eleven, the time he agreed to meet with his advisor. Considering the walk there, it’s about time to head out. He picks out the least dirty shirt from his wardrobe, slips it on, leaves a few words for Monkey in the bathroom, grabs his thesis, and leaves the dorm.
His advisor is none other than Professor Zhao Xuefen, a leading figure in the field of biochemistry in China. For a scholar of her standing, she only has time to engage with her students after a busy day of research and administrative duties. So, for the past three years, Abang has gotten used to seeing her at this hour. With the thesis defense approaching, it’s crucial to have her review his paper and help him tighten up any loose ends.
The university campus at midnight was dead silent. Walking for twenty minutes, Abang found himself going uphill on a cobblestone road, spotting an isolated building not far ahead, looming against the sea—a relic from the days of the Republic. This was where Professor Zhao’s office was, tucked away in a rather secluded part of the campus. There were tales amongst students, stories handed down over generations, about this place once being a mass grave during the Japanese occupation, with countless dead tossed carelessly into it. Naturally, it had a creepy, chilling vibe. To add to this, a mass of clouds conveniently rolled over, covering the moonlight, casting a deeper shadow over the already dim surroundings. This unnerved Abang, prompting him to murmur a prayer under his breath and hasten his pace.
Inside the Jian Nan Building, which was all but deserted, every light in the hallway had been turned off except for a lone glow from a third-floor office—Professor Zhao’s. Familiar with the sight, Abang was ready to tiptoe his way upstairs when he noticed a silhouette on the stairway, a figure standing tall, seemingly even taller than him. This caught him off guard. However, it was the stranger who spoke first: “Don’t bother going up. Everyone’s gone.” The voice was feminine and authoritative.
“Oh, I know. But I have an appointment with Professor Zhao. She's waiting for me,” replied Abang, assuming she was the janitor, and proceeded to walk past her. But the shadowy figure blocked him with a hand, her tone stiffening. “Are you Professor Zhao’s student?”
“Uh, yeah! I’m Abang. I come here often around this time, okay?” He was getting annoyed. Fumbling with his phone, he turned it on to shine some light, expecting her to recognize him. With the screen’s glow, he saw clearly she wasn't any janitor but a young, ponytailed policewoman in her twenties. Fit and rather attractive. Abang's heart skipped a beat, saliva flowing a bit more freely as he eyed her from head to toe. The rolled-brim hat atop her ponytail, the sky-blue short-sleeve police shirt, the black skirt, and the regulation black women’s shoes with a bit of her calves was showing in between—she was wearing stockings. She held herself upright, a professional air about her. Though the uniform didn’t accentuate her slender waist and full figure, her brisk, lively demeanor had a unique charm. It's true what they say about a woman in uniform adding three points of charm.
Annoyed, she blocked the light with her hand. “What are you doing? Turn that off! You’re obstructing official business!” she snapped.
Angry himself, Abang was in no mood to argue. He attempted to shine the light on her badge, which only aggravated her further. Reacting fiercely, she knocked the phone out of his hand. Before he could register what was happening, he felt a blow to his face, blood dripping from his nose, pain forcing him to his knees. Then, the sound of heels clicking on the stairs announced the arrival of another figure, who impatiently instructed the policewoman: “You've been made. Finish him off!” The female voice was followed by the unmistakable click of a gun being cocked.
"Alright," said the ponytailed woman, reaching towards her waist. "Holy shit," exclaimed Abang, startled and instinctively lunging forward to grab at her holster, hugging her in the process. Amid the scuffle, a suppressed gunshot echoed in the stairwell, causing the policewoman in his arms to tremble violently. She seemed to be shot in the back, and without even drawing her gun, she groaned in pain. She stretched, standing on her tiptoes, her cheek almost touching Abang's nose, muscles in her face twisted in agony. The bullet had done its job, sucking the life out of her. With a thud of her heels, her body collapsed softly in Abang's arms, and the brimmed hat was tilted to the side of her head.
"Hey, don't die! Please, don’t die!" The sudden lack of breath in the ponytailed policewoman left Abang scared out of his wits. Supporting her under her arms, he used her body as a human shield against any further shots. In the blink of an eye, the unseen shooter fired several more rounds into the meat shield. The poor woman was subjected to a battering even in death. Abang noticed the gun at her waist, hastily drew it and fired blindly up the narrow stairwell. Sounds of bullets striking walls echoed back, along with the chaotic clacking of heels on the wooden floor. Probably he hadn't hit anything. Amid the tension, he heard a thudding sound, like a body tumbling down the stairs. A gunshot followed, along with a woman's shriek. A body landed at the bottom of the stairs, sprawled out with legs apart at Abang’s feet. He barely managed to lift her head, muttering something before going limp, lying still.
Abang finally got a good look at her, noticing she wore a uniform identical to the ponytailed woman's, except her hair was short. She lay there, disheveled, missing a shoe. He didn’t release his human shield, turning the woman on the ground over. The gun in her right hand was still aimed at her own abdomen, blood oozing from the bullet hole. The impact of Abang’s kick seemed to have stimulated her nerves, causing the dead body to twitch, frightening him even more. Soon, the body lay still again. The whole situation was baffling. It seemed he hadn’t hit her with his shots, but in just a short time, two policewomen were dead at his feet. He felt the weight of the body in his arms growing heavier and gently laid her down on top of the short-haired one.
With the aid of his phone light, he observed the two bodies lying haphazardly, limbs sprawled out carelessly. Blood dripped from their open mouths, their faces twisted in the agony of death, making a pitiable sight. Searching through their pockets, he found their police IDs. The ponytailed woman was named Lin Na, and the short-haired one, Ge Lin. Were they really cops? He was in big trouble now. Why did they shoot at him?
While pondering, his hand subconsciously squeezed the thigh of one of the bodies. The silk stocking felt smooth, the flesh beneath firm and tight, signs of a woman who had undergone rigorous training. It was a pity she had lost her life in this confusing melee. Then, he remembered Professor Zhao upstairs. With a feeling of impending dread, he rushed up, seeing a high heel embedded in the wooden floor of the second level. It must have belonged to the woman who rolled down the stairs. The sight, amidst the high tension, brought a smile to Abang's face. It seemed the policewoman had tried to avoid his gunfire, lost her footing, and accidentally shot herself while tumbling down.
With thoughts of Professor Zhao in his mind, he kicked the high heel aside, preparing to ascend to the third floor without regard for his safety.
In the darkness, as he was about to turn the corner to the third floor, another shadow – probably alerted by the noises below – was descending from above, and they collided. A waft of pleasant perfume hit his nose as they both stumbled back a few steps. Another woman's voice ordered, “Freeze!” The voice wasn’t Professor Zhao’s. Was it another cop wanting to shoot him? Abang didn’t have time to ponder; he had to save his skin. Falling to the ground, he scurried away on all fours like a rat, darting into a nearby laboratory.
Those damn clouds outside still obscured the moonlight. The lab was pitch black, and various chemicals on the lab tables emitted an unpleasant smell. From outside, the careful and quiet tapping of high heels approached, eventually making its way into the lab. Hiding under a table, Abang held his breath, his heartbeat accelerating, his gun-trembling hand betraying his fear. He tried to discern her position by the sound of her footsteps, but with his nonexistent shooting skills, he couldn't be sure of taking her down in this darkness.
He knew this lab like the back of his hand, navigating confidently even blindfolded. Sensing the woman entering, he crawled out and sneaked into the adjoining lab. He quickly grabbed four small jars from the table, each containing chemicals he knew well, and crouched behind a metal cabinet.
The intruder seemed to be wearing night-vision goggles, moving cautiously through the cluttered space with the light, haunting tap of her high heels. A beam of infrared light swept the room as she called out, “Police! Come out!” Abang, once bitten twice shy, stayed silent, burying himself even deeper in his hiding spot. Trembling, he began to mix potassium chlorate, magnesium powder, and aluminum powder in a 5:4:1 ratio.
“Come out. Why are you running from the police?” She must have assessed Abang’s skills and figured he was just a student caught in the crossfire. Trying to lure him out, she continued, “Come out, we received a report of a dangerous individual here. It’s unsafe. Come to the police.”
Abang, still unaware of the deceptive ways of the world, hesitated. Could she be a real cop? Maybe the two women downstairs mistook him for a criminal? Caught in uncertainty, he couldn’t help but utter, “Are you really a cop?”
The moment Abang made a sound, two bullets immediately hit his hiding spot, and the infrared beam zeroed in on the metal cabinet. The female assassin stopped pretending and fired at the cabinet while advancing. This close call woke Abang up—he almost fell for her trick! He heard her heels getting closer. In his anxiety, he spilled a lot of the chemical powder. Hastily scooping some back into the jar and adding a bit of sulfur, he thought, “Wait for the surprise!” With a flick of his wrist, he threw the glass jar past the cabinet, then buried his head in his arms.
As the assassin was focusing on the cabinet, she saw something fly out from behind it and instinctively shot it. An intense brightness filled the room, blinding her night-vision goggles. Taking advantage of the lingering light, Abang fired three silent shots from his handgun. Two hit the wall, but luckily one found its mark in the assassin's chest. With a cry, she dropped her gun, clutching her chest, and staggered back. Angry and worried about his poor aim, Abang kept pulling the trigger until the magazine was empty. The assassin instinctively covered her chest, as if she could stop the bullets. But her small body couldn’t withstand the impact, and a powerful shot sent her crashing onto a lab table, knocking over several jars. She didn’t die immediately; She struggled, arching her back like a snake, before collapsing onto the table with a sigh, her legs twitching a few times before hanging limp over the table's edge.
When he heard no more movement, Abang cautiously approached with his phone's light. To his horror, he saw a woman in a summer police uniform, her hands clutching her chest, lying half on the table, with her legs hanging off the side. Her small feet twitched a few times before becoming still. He laid her hands flat on the table and saw her blood-stained blue police shirt no longer rising and falling with breath. Although he shot wildly, only two bullets had hit – one in her belly, the other in her left chest, both fatal. It scared him to think he had taken lives, but curiosity drove him to see her face. He carefully removed her night-vision goggles and saw a face similar in age to his own, eyes staring blankly, mouth slightly open revealing half a tooth. She had a typical dead face, making him sigh in pity.
Abang found her ID in her pocket, bearing the name "Lin Jiayin". It looked legit but could have been bought for fifty yuan online, so it didn’t prove anything. He wiped his prints off the gun, placing it on her skirt and took her silenced pistol equipped with infrared aiming. He also put on her night-vision goggles and saw everything in the lab clearly. Smirking to himself, he thought, “This chick was well-equipped, but she’s on my turf now.”
After giving the corpse a little kick, he stepped out of the lab. He heard a dripping sound. Not understanding why, and not caring to investigate, he was sure the three women were impostors. As he was about to call the police, he heard soft voices on the third floor and worried for Professor Zhao.
Chapter Three
He hurried to the third floor, where the familiar office door was open, and a fluorescent light shone through. He heard a voice: “Professor Zhao... I’m from the city criminal investigation department... Chen Ye... please come with me...”
Upon hearing this, Abang was furious. Removing the night-vision goggles, he burst into the office, pointing his gun at Chen Ye and yelled, “Bullshit! Hands up! Professor Zhao, don’t trust her; she’s a fake!”
Chen Ye saw Abang dressed as a student, smiled, and calmly said, “Please calm down. I can show my ID...”
As she reached for her pocket, Abang, already on edge, thought she was reaching for a weapon and fired a shot at her head. The bullet hit a potted plant on the wall. Both Chen Ye and Professor Zhao were stunned. Chen Ye, trained assassin that she was, immediately took cover behind Professor Zhao while drawing her weapon. Abang fired again, this time hitting a family photo on the wall. In a flash, Chen Ye was holding Professor Zhao as a shield with her gun pointed at Abang. As she was about to fire, Professor Zhao grabbed her arm, causing her to shoot the floor instead. The two struggled, and Abang couldn't get a clear shot. Then he heard a sound, and Professor Zhao, shot in the chest, slid down but still held onto Chen Ye's gun.
With tears in his eyes, Abang shouted, “You’ll pay for this!” Abang’s gun spat out bullets in rapid-fire fury, but Chen Ye easily dodged, not a single bullet touching her. Who knows where those bullets ended up?
Chen Ye couldn't help but chuckle at the situation. She became more daring, tossing a phone from the table to distract him, then leapt toward Abang with surprising agility. He didn't expect her to move so fast in high heels. Before he knew it, she kicked his wrist, disarming him. He groaned as her heel dug into his stomach and then flinched as she hit him squarely on the shoulder with her shoe. He stumbled back, crashing into a glass coffee table which shattered under him, spilling tea cups, a box, and a fruit tray onto the floor.
Despite having some martial arts training from his dad, Abang had no real combat experience and was no match for this professional killer. Knowing he was outclassed in hand-to-hand combat, he scrambled to pick up a fruit knife to defend himself.
“Join your teacher!” Chen Ye snarled, moving in for the kill. As Abang found the knife and turned, she was already upon him. In his panic, he flailed his legs trying to scramble away. Suddenly, Chen Ye slipped on a piece of fruit Abang had kicked around, losing her balance and falling toward him.
Her 165cm tall, muscular body crashed down on Abang, pinning him underneath. Her soft belly was impaled precisely on the fruit knife. With a cry of agony, she convulsed violently on top of him, grinding against him, moaning and groaning with pain. Her hat had fallen off, and her hair spilled out, brushing against Abang’s face as she writhed. Their faces were only inches apart, and he could feel her breath getting weaker until it stopped, her lips trembling as if she wanted to curse him. After a few seconds of struggle, she went limp, her lips twitching one last time before falling against Abang’s forehead, giving him a final kiss, dead.
Still in shock, Abang pushed Chen Ye's body off of him. She landed on her back, her blue police uniform stained with blood centered around the knife handle, forming a large red flower. Blood pooled around her waist. The skilled assassin was now just a corpse soaked in blood.
"Professor Zhao!" Abang shouted, scrambling to his teacher’s side. Professor Zhao was bleeding heavily, a bullet wound in her chest, barely alive. Seeing Abang seemed to bring some relief to her pained expression. She tried to speak but only coughed up blood. Abang knelt beside his mentor, his hands trembling, not knowing where to put them. “Teacher… Teacher… sob… How… how did this happen? Look at me…”Professor Zhao looked at Abang, weakly lifting a finger to point at her pants pocket. Her lips moved as though she wanted to tell him something important, but after a few silent twitches, she breathed her last. With tears in his eyes, Abang reached into the professor's pocket and found a simple metal box containing a neatly folded piece of paper. It was just an ordinary sheet, filled with handwritten chemical equations. Some of them were from the research he'd been doing with the professor over the last three years, but most were beyond his comprehension. However, since the professor had entrusted it to him on her deathbed, it must be vital. He decided to keep it safe to hand over to the authorities later.
Abang put the metal box into his shirt pocket, taking one last look at the slain professor and the bodies of the four fake policewomen. Who knows how many more assassins lurked nearby? One thought dominated his mind: he needed to get out of this hellhole ASAP.
He checked the handgun, which was out of bullets, wiped it clean of fingerprints, and tossed it onto one of the female bodies. He couldn't resist copping a feel as he searched her pockets, finding another fake police ID with the name 'Chen Ye' on it, definitely not her real name. Considering his lousy aim, he decided to arm himself with the fruit knife he had used earlier, which felt more comfortable in his hands.
Moving stealthily and on high alert, he cautiously made his way down from the third floor. Thankfully, no more assassins appeared. Back on the first floor, the two bodies were still there, their hair moving slightly in the breeze, covering their faces. There was a faint smell of urine. Abang noticed wet patches on their skirts and a puddle on the floor. Realization dawned on him; they had wet themselves when they died. "Who were they? Why did they want to kill Professor Zhao? Was it all for that little metal box?" Abang thought rapidly. He patted one of the bodies and hurried out of the building, not wanting to spend another second in that place.
As he dragged his weary body towards his dorm, thoughts of calling the police crossed his mind. But with four out of five bodies connected to him, he could easily become a suspect with no way to prove his innocence. Let others find the bodies and report it, he decided. Abang took a few steps, glanced back at the building under the night sky, and shivered at its ominous appearance, breaking into a run.
He walked down the gently sloping, cobblestone road and turned into the straight Bo Xue Road. The night was windy, the trees on either side whispering, their branches shaking, causing the newly bloomed phoenix flowers to sway and drop their bright red petals on the road. There was no one around, only the moonlight quietly illuminating his path as Abang walked briskly, his footsteps echoing on the dark and deep Bo Xue Road.
"S-senior Abang~"
Suddenly, a sweet and clear voice rang out behind him.
"Huh?!" Already on edge, Abang nearly jumped out of his skin at the sound, screaming and whipping around. When he saw who it was, he let out a sigh of relief: "Geez, junior sis, you scared the life outta me. How come I didn't hear you coming?"
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There's not much in the way of fan-art for the policegirl assassins:
New Captain of China #2 (XiaoXiao)
Chapter Two: Beside the Lotus Lake
Note: The text provided contains 14,530 characters and the approximate reading time is 36 minutes. Reprinted from a certain group.
(Fan art taken from here spoilers for future characters in the series)
Section One
The young girl in front of Abang had a fair, soft complexion typical of girls in their adolescence, her face still carrying a hint of baby fat, imbued with the sweet innocence of youth. Her hair bore subtle chestnut hues, styled into a half-tied hairstyle reminiscent of Japanese fashion trends, secured with a rose hair tie at the back of her head, exuding both sweetness and the friendly vibe of the girl-next-door. She wore a youthful white short-sleeve shirt that accentuated her waist, paired with a black and white checkered bow tie, offering a bright contrast. The matching skirt, just covering her thighs, revealed the unique curves of a young girl's legs, making her slender limbs appear even more graceful. With high-heeled doll shoes on her feet, the arch of her foot sloped downward naturally, aligning with her identity without compromising her charming, sweet-girl allure. The shiny black surface of the shoes set off her porcelain-white legs, making them look even more delicate and enticing – tempting anyone to touch.
Abang was quite familiar with this 22-year-old sweet girl; she was his junior, Xiaoxiao, from his first year of research. He vividly remembered helping her move her luggage and introducing her to the campus during orientation. Known for her infectious smile, Xiaoxiao was a well-known beauty, reminiscent of the celebrity Zhang Hanyun on TV.
At this moment, her thin lips curled upwards into a smile, displaying her signature grin towards Abang.
Wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, Abang felt awkward. "Sorry, sorry... You startled me... Hehe, by the way, what are you doing here so late?" he asked.
"Me?" Xiaoxiao chuckled. "I had something to discuss with you, so I went to your dorm. Monkey senior told me you went to Professor Zhao’s office again, so I came here to find you. Hehe, seeing you scared like that, you’re really a wimp~" Her laughter was melodious, a soft and gentle sound that no man could resist. The tension from moments ago seemed to dissipate, and Abang gradually unclenched his fists.
Abang was about to sweet-talk and joke around, but suddenly remembered the scene in the Jian Nan Building and felt anxious again. He grabbed Xiaoxiao's arm, urging, “Let’s not waste time talking. We have to leave here fast; it's dangerous!”
“Ouch, you're hurting me! What’s with the rush? What danger?” Xiaoxiao looked puzzled, unwilling to move.
Making sure no one was around, Abang quickly pulled Xiaoxiao aside and hastily explained the events that unfolded in the Jian Nan Building, growing more emotional until he was choking back sobs. Xiaoxiao listened with wide eyes and open mouth, shaking her head in disbelief as he spoke. When Abang solemnly mentioned their mentor’s tragic death, her eyes welled up, a tear dropping as she whimpered, “Professor Zhao... she... she...” She hung her head, tears flowing uncontrollably.
After crying for a bit, Xiaoxiao slowly looked up, staring at Abang with teary eyes, “Big brother, I believe that the murderer will be brought to justice, and Professor Zhao will rest in peace. It’s just a pity that I didn’t get to see our mentor one last time. Did Professor Zhao... before she... Did she say anything to you in the end?”
Abang shook his head. Professor Zhao couldn't speak at the time. He remembered the small metal box, quickly took it out and opened it, saying, “She only left this for me. It has a piece of paper with some chemical formulas. I don’t understand most of it, but some of the content is related to our research projects.”
Xiaoxiao glanced at the paper. A brief spark flashed in her eyes, gone in an instant, too fast for anyone to catch. Wiping her tears, she whispered, “This must be the crystallization of Professor Zhao’s lifelong work. We must take good care of it. But you are often careless. It wouldn’t be good if you lose it. Let me keep it for now, and we’ll give it to the school tomorrow.” She reached out for the paper in Abang's hand. But he withdrew, put the paper back into the box, muttering, “No way. Who said I’m careless? Little sister, it’s not that I don’t trust you, but since Professor Zhao entrusted this to me, I can’t go against the wishes of the deceased.”
Xiaoxiao was taken aback, not expecting this typically flirty and confused senior to act sensible at this crucial moment. She stopped crying, and the corners of her mouth twitched slightly.
Unaware of the change in Xiaoxiao's expression, Abang looked around fearfully, worried about assassins appearing. “Let’s go quickly. If the assassin targets us, we are done for!” he said anxiously, grabbing Xiaoxiao’s hand and hurrying back, eyes scanning the bushes, as if expecting an assassin to jump out at any moment.
Their footsteps echoed on the road under the trees, and the night wind made the phoenix trees shiver, dropping their bright red petals like alluring demons descending from the sky. After walking for a bit, Abang realized Xiaoxiao's hand was no longer in his. Instead, he heard her bell-like laughter from behind, confusing yet still melodious. However, echoing through the empty midnight forest, it began to sound eerie and chilling, making Abang's skin crawl. Turning around to ask Xiaoxiao what was going on, he saw her high heel aiming straight for his chin. Her checkered skirt lifted with the kick, giving him a blurry glimpse of what was under it. Before he could even think of blocking, his head was knocked back, his teeth clashed, nearly biting off his own tongue.
His words were cut off by a barrage of kicks raining down on him like a storm. Xiaoxiao bounced lightly in front of him, launching a relentless series of kicks — front kicks, roundhouse kicks, low kicks, side kicks, hook kicks, spinning kicks, jumping kicks. She kept a distance of over a meter, alternating legs rapidly. Abang couldn’t even see the kicks clearly. He could only curl up, protect his head, and keep retreating. Despite knowing her for so long, he had never known his junior could fight like this. What shocked him even more was that she wasn’t holding back at all — every kick was aimed to kill.
Abang hunched over like a turtle, unable to fight back. He could only protect his head and try to endure as her shoes repeatedly slammed into his body. The only thing he could do now was guard his head and keep moving backward. Facing this “turtle shell defense,” Xiaoxiao cleverly started with a sweeping kick, striking his waist with the tip of her shoe. The moment his left arm protecting his face dropped instinctively, her other leg’s heel shot straight toward his face in a flash. Abang spat out a mouthful of saliva mixed with blood and snot. His body staggered again as he was kicked into the bushes beside the road, barely staying upright by leaning against a tree trunk.
“Xiaoxiao, what the hell are you doing…” His head was ringing. He could barely take it anymore.
Xiaoxiao stopped attacking. After that relentless barrage, her face hadn’t even flushed and she wasn’t breathing hard. She stood in front of him with that same innocent smile. “Nothing much. I just want that little metal box you’re carrying.”
“What? You… You’re with those fake policewomen?!”
“Hehe, why does a dead man need to know so much? But I’m surprised you managed to escape from Jian Nan Building alive. You’re really lucky.” She smirked disdainfully, “Big brother, your mistake was showing up tonight and taking something you shouldn’t have. Don’t worry, after you’re dead, I’ll take care of your body. Look at the moonlight, the flower petals, and the rippling lake. It’s so beautiful and romantic. What a perfect place to rest forever.”
Hearing about dying, Abang almost cried out, “Junior sister, please, I can’t take it. I’ll give you the box, okay? I’ll pretend I didn't see anything tonight, okay?” He reached into his pocket for the metal box.
Xiaoxiao giggled and teasingly twisted a lock of hair with her finger, winking at him. “Oh, Abang, for someone who proudly calls himself a senior, you're so naive. You’ve lived this long and still haven’t grown a brain? Hehe~ Have you ever seen a killer leave any witnesses alive?”
The comment hit Abang hard, and he hung his head, stunned to realize that the cute junior sister who used to affectionately call him senior and big brother had been a killer all along, now ready to ruthlessly finish him off. Pleading was useless at this point. He glanced around and then feigned surprise, pointing behind her. He acted so convincingly that the inherently suspicious Xiaoxiao couldn’t help but reflexively look back.
He couldn’t wait any longer. Gritting his teeth, Abang pulled out the fruit knife and hurled it at her. “Die!”
Xiaoxiao heard the wind behind her head and did a nimble somersault. With a clang, she kicked the knife away with her shoe, sending it flying into the lake. She turned back and spat angrily, “You shameless senior! Using such dirty, underhanded tricks! Pathetic! Disgusting!”
Angered by Abang’s action, she leapt and spun gracefully in mid-air, throwing another kick. Her skirt lifted high again, exposing her sexy pink underwear. Since it was summer, girls weren't wearing stockings, making the underwear particularly noticeable.
Abang had previously been schooled by Xiaoxiao's deadly kicks. Seeing her make a move again, he ran immediately. With a bang, her high heel kicked a tree, shedding some bark and making the entire tree seem to quiver. Abang stuck out his tongue thinking: If that kick had landed on my head, it would've been lights out for me on the spot.
He ran awkwardly along the lakeside, thinking he could outrun a little girl. However, he found Xiaoxiao bouncing and leaping after him like a nimble rabbit, quickly catching up. After a roll, she stood in front of him again, lifting her long leg high. As Abang was caught off guard, he saw another black streak coming at his waist. She tricked him into defending his upper body, leaving his waist exposed. A solid kick landed there, sending him flying sideways.
Although Abang had been on the defensive the entire time, he had been carefully observing Xiaoxiao’s attacks. Since begging and running weren’t working, his only option was to make sure she could never move again. He noticed that although her kicks were fast and varied, as a girl she naturally lacked raw power. She seemed to rely heavily on Taekwondo-style leg techniques, and to make up for the lack of striking power, she aimed every kick with the hard parts of her high heels — the toe, the heel, and the sole — repeatedly smashing them into her opponent’s body.
With this realization, Abang had an idea. He waved his hands, trying to grab her feet. But his junior was just as clever as he was. Seeing him stick his butt out, she immediately knew what he was planning. She laughed, “Hehe, big brother wants little sister’s shoes, huh?” She suddenly increased the speed of her kicks. Her snow-white legs in black high heels drew dazzling black lines in front of Abang’s eyes. He flailed wildly and almost managed to touch her shoes several times, but she adjusted even faster. He looked like a clumsy child trying to catch butterflies, completely hopeless. More and more shoe prints landed on his body.
Watching the endless black lines crisscrossing, curving, and slashing in front of him, Abang suddenly felt a sense of familiarity. Her long leg swept high horizontally, then slashed diagonally downward, followed by a low sweep — the black line looked exactly like the letter “Z.” Then she suddenly lifted her leg high and smashed it down, resembling the letter “n.” Could all her moves actually be letters?
Abang’s heart skipped a beat. But even with this theory, he still had to stay fully focused. Once he had the hypothesis, he gradually began to see through the flashy moves. The flying black lines slowly transformed into letters appearing before his eyes. He started to adapt. While dodging, he even managed to block a few kicks. But that was all he could do. Xiaoxiao’s kicks were simply too fast. The moment he figured out one move, she had already switched to the next, leaving him constantly on the defensive with no chance to counter.
“No good. If this keeps up, she’ll wear me down eventually. I need to figure out what ‘letter’ she’ll use next!” Abang thought desperately. But that was easier said than done — he couldn’t risk his life guessing among 26 possibilities. While he was thinking, Xiaoxiao’s leg changed again, drawing an “H” and then an “N.” He vaguely sensed that these letters followed some kind of pattern — something very familiar to him. Suddenly, Xiaoxiao let out a delicate shout. Her long right leg drew a perfect circle in front of him like a compass, going from bottom to top and back down again — the letter “O.” Abang was distracted by his thoughts and failed to dodge in time. The spinning heel struck his ankle.
He fell sideways with a heavy thud. Even as he hit the ground, his mind was still racing through the letters: Z… N… H… N… O… They looked so familiar… Wait — wasn’t that the formula for zinc Zn and nitric acid HNO₃? Could her next move be their reaction product, zinc nitrate Zn(NO₃)₂? If so, then her next attack would definitely start with a high sweeping kick — the letter Z!
Abang’s eyes lit up. Instead of blocking the incoming kick, he ignored it completely and threw all his strength into a powerful punch straight at her midsection, striking first!
For a brief moment, Xiaoxiao’s face showed genuine shock. She had never expected Abang to risk everything like this. More importantly, his punch was aimed exactly at the opening her next move would create. Had he really seen through her pattern? Her leg was already halfway through the high sweep. Once a kick was committed, even her agile body couldn’t easily dodge. She could only watch helplessly as his heavy fist slammed into her soft upper abdomen.
The moment Abang’s fist connected with the most vulnerable part of her body, it sank in with almost no resistance, burying nearly half his fist into her stomach. “Ugh!” Xiaoxiao’s mouth flew open. Her hands instinctively clutched below her chest as the brutal force folded her body in half. She curled into a ball, bending at the waist, her head drooping forward. Once a man’s violent instincts were triggered, it was hard to hold back. Abang took a deep breath and delivered a savage kick with all his strength straight into her crotch. At that moment, her soft little clit was completely defenseless. She let out another agonized “Ah!” as her whole body jumped slightly off the ground from the impact. When she landed, her legs buckled and she slowly squatted down in front of him, whimpering softly. Her carefully styled hair hung down over her face, which was twisted in pain, large beads of sweat rolling down her cute cheeks for the first time.
She continued squatting lower and lower until her checkered skirt rode up, gradually exposing the root of her round, firm thighs. Finally, she sat down on the ground. At the moment her ass touched the dirt, Abang once again caught a clear view of her pink panties. Throughout the entire process, she didn’t even have the strength to speak — only weak, muffled “oh… oh…” sounds escaped her lips. Abang stood there stunned, staring at Xiaoxiao as she sat on the ground moaning in pain, her body curled up from the agony in her stomach and crotch. She couldn’t even say a word, her eyes squeezed shut. This was the perfect chance to finish her off, but seeing his junior suffering like this, Abang actually felt a pang of pity. After all, this was the cute little junior he had known for over a year. How could he not feel some compassion?
At that moment, a trembling voice came from beneath her hanging hair: “Brother Abang… you… you hit me so hard…”
“Huh? I… I… but Xiaoxiao, you…”
Struggling for breath, she continued, “I said I was sorry... Why did you have to hit me so hard...,” she started to sob. Tears welled up in her eyes and slid down her cheeks, her hair hanging in front of her face, partially concealing her pained expression. Abang, inexperienced and moved by her pitiful state, felt a surge of pity and reluctance. He stepped forward to help her up. Understandably, he was just a student, not a professional killer; he truly didn't want to end someone’s life casually.
He grabbed Xiaoxiao’s soft little hand, but the moment he pulled, he realized something was wrong — her well-developed body felt as light as a feather. With just a bit of force, he yanked her violently off the ground. Oh no! He realized too late. Xiaoxiao used the momentum of the pull to leap upward. Her legs spread open and she mounted his shoulders, clamping her thighs tightly around his neck!
Abang’s neck was suddenly squeezed with immense pressure. Blood flow to his brain was cut off by her powerful thighs. His head swelled with a heavy, dizzy feeling. His face was buried under her checkered skirt, unable to see anything. He raised his fists and swung wildly, but Xiaoxiao had already tensed every muscle in her body. Her once soft, delicate frame had become incredibly hard. She giggled from above his head, “Still afraid of hurting your junior? Put more strength into it!”
She squeezed her thighs even harder, nearly crushing his Adam’s apple. Abang flailed desperately, but it had no effect. He deeply regretted showing mercy earlier. Now this cunning little junior had turned the tables on him. He felt his neck being deformed, barely able to breathe under her skirt. His head grew heavier and heavier, while Xiaoxiao on his shoulders remained completely unaffected by his punches. He was terrified. What should he do? What could he do?
He forced himself to calm down. Since he couldn’t knock her off with punches, he had to try dragging her down — and he needed to target a spot her muscles couldn’t protect. With that thought, he quickly unbuckled his belt, aimed for the position of her neck, and whipped it upward with his right hand. He caught the other end with his left and pulled both ends with all his strength! A muffled “Ugh!” came from above. Caught completely off guard, Xiaoxiao was yanked backward by the belt around her neck. Abang immediately followed up with a sharp upward kick to the back of her head. With a loud smack, his foot struck her skull. Xiaoxiao let out a painful groan. Her carefully styled half-tied hair was brutally scattered by the kick, and her rose hair tie was left with a dirty shoe print. The heavy blow to her head left her dizzy and disoriented. Her thighs loosened, and her whole body crashed onto the ground. Her snow-white legs fell limply as she lay on her back in front of Abang, her face deathly pale.
The blow to the back of her head left Xiaoxiao’s mind foggy. She weakly kicked the ground a few times with her shoes, then tried to shake her head to escape the belt, but the movement only made the world spin worse. She struggled to speak: “Brother Abang… don’t…”
“Shut up! You’re still trying to trick me!” Abang snarled, cutting her off. “Xiaoxiao, you’re out of chances!”
He twisted the two ends of the belt together and gripped them tightly. Then he turned, bent down, and hoisted Xiaoxiao onto his shoulder with the belt still wrapped around her neck! There was almost no sound — only a sharp “Ah!” from Xiaoxiao as the belt tightened around her throat. She immediately understood what was happening. Her ten fingers frantically clawed at the belt while she swung her energetic, youthful body wildly, trying to shake off the noose. Her long, fair legs stretched out desperately, almost forming a straight line as she tried to reach the ground with her toes. After a fierce struggle, this long-legged little beauty actually managed to get her tiptoes barely touching the ground.
Abang, still bent over, suddenly heard Xiaoxiao’s trembling voice from behind his head: “I’m… I’m your junior… How… how can you do this to me…”
Abang laughed coldly. Despite her sweet, delicate appearance, this junior was not only ruthless but extremely cunning. She had played the pitiful, lovable girl to lower his guard, only to try to kill him the moment he showed mercy. He had learned his lesson the hard way and wasn’t going to fall for it again. For the sake of his own survival, this dangerous little minx could not be allowed to live tonight. Steel-hearted, he bent lower, using his strong body and the belt to form a human gallows. He lifted Xiaoxiao completely off the ground. The choked “glug glug” sounds coming from her throat told him the belt had sunk at least an inch or two into her soft neck, completely cutting off her airway.
It was then Xiaoxiao truly panicked, wishing she could scream for help. But Abang was not deceived by her innocent and sweet appearance. He knew she was not only cold and ruthless but also deceitful. He had learned his lesson and wouldn't fall for her tricks again. For his own safety, he decided that she couldn't be allowed to live. With a set determination, he bent even further, using his body and the belt as a lethal device, lifting Xiaoxiao completely off the ground.
The sounds of gagging indicated the belt was deeply cutting into her neck, obstructing her airway completely. At this point, Xiaoxiao was truly panicked, wanting to scream for help. If any student or teacher happened to pass by, her eloquence might not only save her life but also frame Abang. However, with the belt tightly around her throat, she couldn't scream. Her cries for help turned into muffled moans, which sounded more like sex moans than calls for assistance. Even though it was late at night, the surrounding trees muffled the sound further, causing Abang’s heart to tremble slightly.
Realizing her tactic failed, a horrified Xiaoxiao felt death approaching, her eyes wide and body tense, she started struggling violently, her hair rubbing against the back of Abang’s head. First, she tried elbowing Abang’s back, but they were so close that she couldn't muster enough force. Then, she tried scratching his face with her manicured nails, leaving over ten scratch marks and making him look like a scratched-up cat. Her wild and desperate struggling surprised Abang.
Abang gritted his teeth against the pain on his face. He knew he couldn’t loosen his grip for even a second. If Xiaoxiao regained her strength, he would never get another chance. At this point, it was kill or be killed. Fortunately, since he was strangling her from behind, even if she tried to act weak and pitiful, he couldn’t see her face, and her sweet voice could no longer come out of her throat. With those distractions gone, all he had to do was maintain his position and continue the execution.
Her previous two attempts had failed and only burned through what little oxygen she had left. Now the only thing she could do was kick desperately with her signature long white legs, as if fighting an invisible enemy in the air. Every kick caused her checkered skirt to ride up, occasionally revealing seductive glimpses underneath. Unfortunately for her, Abang behind her couldn’t see it. But with every bounce of her lovely body, her soft, peach-like ass would press and rub against Abang’s waist, almost like she was giving him an involuntary massage.
After struggling wildly like a green snake for a while, Xiaoxiao seemed to realize it was useless. She suddenly did something unexpected: she hooked her long, beautiful legs backward, wrapping her lower body around Abang’s thighs, then began rubbing up and down. At first Abang felt his heart itch from the teasing of her legs, but after a moment he understood — she was trying to climb upward using this strange position to relieve the pressure on her neck. Abang found it almost comical. This usually lively and clever junior was willing to try anything to survive. He simply shook his body lightly and flung her off his thighs. Then he took a deep breath, planted his feet shoulder-width apart, straightened his legs, and stood firmly on the lakeside grass. This made his thighs nearly vertical, so no matter how hard she tried, Xiaoxiao could no longer climb up. She was finished.
Abang now had complete control. As time passed, the strength of Xiaoxiao’s struggles slowly weakened, like a balloon slowly deflating. Her perky little ass stopped bouncing and simply rested softly against his waist, occasionally twitching. Curious about what she looked like now, Abang bent down, but from between his own legs he could only see her pair of white feet in black laced boat shoes. The desperate kicking had exhausted what little strength remained in her legs. Now they could only rub weakly against each other, making soft “shh shh” sounds as if trying to ease the terrible pain of suffocation. But they were rubbing so hard that the shoelace on her left foot slowly came undone, gradually exposing her round, delicate heel.
Then, with one final desperate kick, the high-heeled shoe flew off, smacked into a phoenix tree across the way with a “pa-da” sound, and fell onto the grass, lying there quietly. Its owner — a tender, delicate little foot — was now completely exposed to the air. Seeing this, Abang couldn’t help but admire her beautiful foot, and his lower body stiffened involuntarily.
Another two minutes passed. Xiaoxiao’s struggles had become extremely weak. Abang could feel her growing limp. First, the hands that had been clawing at his face dropped powerlessly, dangling at her sides. Her body slowly stopped writhing, except for occasional twitches, and simply pressed against his back.
Suddenly, Abang felt Xiaoxiao’s ass twist hard. A soft groan came from her throat as a blush spread across her pale, oxygen-deprived face. As a beautiful girl with many admirers, Xiaoxiao still didn’t want to lose her feminine dignity even in her final moments. She tried desperately to hold it in. After all, it was very embarrassing for a girl to wet herself at a time like this. But Abang, who was carrying her by the waist, was also starting to feel sore. Although her ninety-pound body looked slim and well-proportioned, with a waist so slender it seemed he could wrap his hands around it, carrying her for several minutes while she struggled was exhausting work. Even Abang’s legs were beginning to tremble. Since their bodies were pressed tightly together, his shaking quickly transmitted to Xiaoxiao. It was like giving her ass a vibrating massage.
Already desperate to pee, she couldn’t hold it any longer. Within seconds, a coin-sized dark spot appeared on the crotch of her sexy silk panties. The wet patch quickly spread, looking especially obvious and strangely alluring against the pink fabric. As her incontinence worsened, the thin silk panties could no longer absorb the flow. Streams of urine traced shiny trails down the insides of her thighs, flowing all the way to her high-heeled shoes and making the glossy surface even shinier. The urine that reached her bare foot made her snow-white skin look even softer and more delicate. After traveling its full journey, the urine finally dripped “drip drip” from her toes and the tips of her shoes onto the grass, quickly forming a large puddle. Some of it soaked the hem of her checkered skirt, clinging wetly to the roots of her thighs, and even seeped onto Abang’s back. He didn’t dare let go, so he could only endure as the warm urine carrying the girl’s body heat slowly soaked them both.
This little junior who refused to die still tried to struggle a few more times, but it was futile. Her face, now purple from suffocation, had her small tongue completely sticking out of her cherry-like mouth. Her oxygen-starved body began convulsing violently. Gurgles of despair came from her throat as the urine flowed faster and faster. Her toes stretched to their limit. After a brief moment of soul-separating agony, her beautiful body gave one final, powerful twitch and finally went completely limp. Her two long, snow-white legs gave a couple of unwilling twitches before hanging there like noodles.
This cunning Xiaoxiao had finally died obediently on Abang’s back.
Abang loosened the belt. Xiaoxiao’s soft, warm body slid down his back and landed gently on her side on the grass. While buckling his belt, Abang curiously kicked her with his foot. There was no sound, no reaction — she lay as still as a sack of sand. It felt strange to Abang, who was so used to her lively personality. Gathering his courage, he checked her carotid artery. It was as still as dead water. There was no doubt — she was completely dead. Abang flipped the corpse over. Her hair was still neatly tied with the rose hair tie, keeping its half-tied style. Her bloodshot eyes were wide open, but the light in her pupils was slowly fading away. A small tongue hung slightly out of her mouth. Her face, deformed from suffocation, looked somewhat dazed, yet it still couldn’t hide her beauty. She looked like a beautiful but lifeless doll.
Xiaoxiao lay on her back on the grass, arms spread open. Under her tight blouse, her alluring peach-like breasts stood out boldly. Her two long, beautiful legs, after being flipped over, were stacked on top of each other in a rather ladylike pose, pressed tightly together. However, because of her fierce struggling earlier, her checkered skirt had ridden up quite a bit, revealing a patch of pink panties.
Moreover, one of her feet was now bare, leaving her delicate white foot completely exposed. This lifeless female corpse lay before Abang, full of temptation under the moonlight, looking more seductive than ever. Looking at her, Abang felt his body heat up. He shook his head and sighed softly, “What a waste… what a waste…”
The night was deep, and this remote corner of the campus was especially quiet. He glanced around to make sure no one was nearby, and a surge of lust rose within him. While his mind was still wrestling with conflicting thoughts, his hand had already quietly unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. Looking at Xiaoxiao’s alluring corpse, he stroked himself hard a few times. As he did, he unconsciously lowered the head of his cock until it touched the small tongue protruding from the female corpse’s mouth. His shaft instantly throbbed with excitement, a rush like electricity shooting through his heart. Finally unable to hold back any longer, he yanked off the butterfly bow tie at her collar and, with trembling fingers, unbuttoned her blouse one by one until it was completely open. Xiaoxiao’s thin, semi-transparent bra was now fully exposed before his eyes. The edges of the bra were trimmed with lace, and through it he could see the rounded curves of her breasts and the faint line of her cleavage, yet still tantalizingly half-hidden, refusing to reveal everything at once.
Abang’s heart itched with desire. At a moment like this, there was no time for teasing. Impatiently, he pushed the bra up to the corpse’s neck. A pair of tender, juicy, water-fresh peaches sprang free, bouncing happily into view, trembling slightly with nowhere to hide. Her pure, holy maiden breasts were so firm, smooth, and perfectly proportioned on her delicate body. The two buds at their tips were an extremely delicate pink, carrying the unique color of a girl her age, looking incredibly tempting against her fair, smooth skin. Unable to wait any longer, Abang grabbed them with both hands and squeezed hard several times, as if afraid these full, ripe peaches might escape. “Hiss… so good, so good…” The corpse’s chest was still damp with the sweat forced out right before her death. When Abang squeezed, it felt even wetter, truly like soft, tender fruit ready to burst with juice.
After groping her breasts for a while, Abang, still riding the wave of excitement, lifted Xiaoxiao’s checkered skirt all the way up to her waist. The pink little panties he had glimpsed several times before were now fully visible. They even had two little Winnie the Pooh bears printed on them. The lacy edges stood out strikingly against her snow-white thighs. Abang touched them a few times. These delicate panties were so thin and sheer that under the moonlight he could see the slight dark mound hidden beneath. He hooked his finger under the elastic waistband and gave a gentle tug. The high-quality fabric slid over her smooth, delicate leg skin with almost no resistance, obediently coming off completely. He crumpled the tiny piece of cloth in his hand. It was wet — clearly still soaked with the urine Xiaoxiao had lost right before dying. A light squeeze produced quite a bit of liquid.
Abang set the panties aside. With her skirt lifted, the corpse’s lush, grassy secret place was now completely exposed. The closed jade gate leading to paradise lay defenseless before him, its buds waiting to bloom like a delicious meal set before a starving man, tempting him to devour it immediately. His heart pounded wildly, nervous to the extreme yet excited beyond measure. Gently, he parted Xiaoxiao’s jade gate. Inside, the rosy virgin land waited quietly, the pink tender flesh glistening invitingly, with a small red bean standing proudly at the top. But for a corpse, it was somewhat dry. He licked his fingertip and gently rubbed the entrance a few times to make it a little wetter.
He felt extremely evil. After all, he knew this junior Xiaoxiao so well. In his mind, he could still see her in the lab always pestering him with questions. It was hard to connect that image with the gradually cooling female corpse lying on the ground. It felt like a dream. Had he really killed Xiaoxiao? And now she lay before him, completely at his mercy. Could he really go through with it? But looking at the corpse’s deathly face, he could still recognize the familiar features. At the same time, he reminded himself that she wasn’t just his junior — she was a female assassin, one who had murdered their mentor and tried to kill him too. She had simply died by his hand. There was nothing to sympathize with. Everything on her body naturally belonged to the victor as spoils of war, including her flesh.
Once he thought it through, he no longer held back. After all, the body before him was simply too tender, too fresh, too tempting. His nightly fantasy object had suddenly appeared vividly before him, ready for him to do whatever he wanted. What an overwhelming sight! He felt like he was about to suffocate from excitement. He quickly lifted Xiaoxiao’s legs onto his shoulders, leaned in close, and rubbed his thick cock repeatedly against her garden entrance, gently scraping and stroking like a feather, letting their most sensitive parts kiss again and again. Xiaoxiao’s wide-open eyes seemed to encourage Abang to taste her virgin core. Unable to hold back his youthful urges any longer, the head of his cock trembled excitedly before this untouched virgin land, as if thousands of troops were ready to charge. Without another word, he lifted the corpse’s waist slightly and thrust his weapon forward, stabbing hard into the forbidden zone of the young girl. With a soft wet sound, he forced open a small gap in her heavenly gate.
He thrust hard several times before finally managing to wedge his iron-hard rod inside. He immediately felt the narrow passage tightly squeezing him on all sides, as if gripped firmly by a hand, making it difficult to move and somewhat uncomfortable. “Huh? She was still a virgin? Heh heh!” He was overjoyed and thrust even harder without restraint. He slammed and ground against her sensitive jade-smooth skin, making her youthful, tender body shake nonstop. The grass rustled loudly beneath them. At the same time, his upper body pounced like a beast onto Xiaoxiao’s breasts. His hands wantonly squeezed and kneaded them while he kissed her red lips and fair neck roughly. His nose was instantly filled with the faint, sweet scent of a young girl’s body…
“Xiaoxiao, your body smells so sweet,” he couldn’t help blurting out.
Xiaoxiao’s soft, boneless, jade-like crystal body trembled helplessly and pitifully before Abang. After exerting tremendous effort, Abang felt he had finally reached the end, but he saw that a considerable length of his weapon was still outside. He immediately understood. He grabbed Xiaoxiao’s soft, bouncy little peach ass and pulled it toward him while thrusting his hips forward with all his strength. “Wo!” Abang let out a low groan. With a sensation of breaking through and clouds parting, followed by a mix of pain and pleasure, he finally buried his entire weapon deep inside her. It was tightly, densely surrounded by warm, soft tender flesh. A thin ring of blood appeared at the entrance…
He breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the fine sweat from his forehead, and his breathing was somewhat ragged. This task was no easier than killing her earlier. With one hand covering the corpse’s juicy peach breast, gently pinching the tip between his fingers, and the other hand resting on her plump, fleshy thigh, gently stroking and caressing the inner side, he rested for a short while. Then his burning hot cock began scraping back and forth along her inner walls, flipping her pink tender flesh in and out, making soft wet “zizi” sounds. Abang’s heartbeat grew faster and more chaotic. Holding Xiaoxiao’s ass, he sweated profusely in the summer night grass until a sudden flash of pleasure hit him.
“Ahh!” Abang’s floodgates finally burst open. A hot stream shot out uncontrollably. He frantically stroked his cock, letting the molten liquid spurt freely, pouring every last drop into this gradually cooling body.
After releasing everything, he collapsed onto Xiaoxiao’s chest, resting his head on her full, freshly ripened maiden peaks, savoring the aftertaste of passion. Deep inside, he felt extremely satisfied. Usually, all those junior brothers swarmed around this little junior like dogs wagging their tails, but in the end, it was him — old senior Abang — who took her first. Heh heh… He proudly pulled his cock out. The moment he withdrew from her body, he heard a soft popping sound, like a cork being pulled. The extremely tender jade gate closed tightly once again.
He reached over and pushed her proud, beautiful legs apart. They fell to the sides, spread obscenely in a wide V-shape on the ground, now completely lifeless and devoid of spirit. Abang stood up, pulled up his pants, and looked over his spoils with satisfaction once more. But this time, on the inner side of the corpse’s spread thighs, he noticed a small patch of different color. Though tiny, it stood out strikingly against her snow-white skin. Curious, he leaned in closer. It looked like a small flower. He turned on his phone light. It was a tiny eight-petaled chrysanthemum tattoo, located very close to the innermost part of her thigh root. If her skirt hadn’t been lifted and her legs spread, it would have been completely invisible under normal circumstances. “Huh, strange. With Xiaoxiao’s sweet and innocent image, she doesn’t seem like the type to get a tattoo in such a place. And anyway, is a chrysanthemum even that pretty?” Abang was puzzled, but he only thought about it briefly. It wasn’t like he could ask Xiaoxiao for an explanation anymore.
Although Xiaoxiao was dead and her body had already been punished with deflowering, Abang still held a deep grudge against this treacherous little junior who had murdered their mentor and tried to kill him with a flowery face and beastly heart. Her corpse needed further punishment to vent his anger and console their mentor’s spirit in heaven! He spat heavily on the female corpse and said through gritted teeth, “Senior is cleaning up the sect today!” With that, he untied the laces of the boat shoes on the corpse’s feet and pushed them off at the heels. These were the same shoes that had beaten him badly earlier, but now they were just ordinary laced high-heeled boat shoes, still stained with urine. He quickly tossed them aside. Without the protection of her shoes, the delicate white little foot on the ground had nowhere to hide.
Abang took it in his hand and squeezed it hard several times for his enjoyment. Since she hadn’t been wearing stockings in summer, the tender skin on her foot was slightly reddened from the rubbing of the high heels, which only made it look more pitiable. But compared to the corpse spots that would soon appear on her body, this was nothing. Next, he stripped off the remaining blouse, bra, and checkered skirt from the corpse, even removing her earrings and accessories and tossing them beside the body. He remembered Xiaoxiao once mentioning in the lab that girls should remove their hair clips, pins, and ties before sleeping. Abang had remembered that well. He immediately applied the knowledge, removing the rose hair tie from the corpse’s hair. The carefully styled sweet half-tied hair was instantly freed and spread out naturally, like a large chestnut dahlia blooming around her head. Abang held the rose hair tie under his nose and sniffed it. It still carried a faint, delicate fragrance, rich with a woman’s scent. He swallowed, smiled with satisfaction, and tucked it into his pocket. Not for any particular reason — he just felt that after a hard battle, besides enjoying the spoils, he should also have some trophies he could take with him.
With the hair tie gone, she was now completely naked. Her wonderful youthful body was exposed under the moonlight, revealing her smooth, ivory-like skin, which emitted a faint pink glow. The exquisite curves of her body were fully displayed. Abang might have been the only person other than Xiaoxiao herself to see her like this. He straightened out the corpse on the ground, making her already long and straight legs appear even more so, sprawling them out on the grass. Abang couldn't help but run his hands over her legs again from thigh to toe, muttering to himself regretfully. He found a large rock to prop under her peachy buttocks, arching her body into a seductive pose, with her arms raised straight over her head in a sort of ridiculous, alternative surrender position.
However, he felt something was still missing, so he picked up her soaked pink panties and after spreading them out in his hand, casually tossed them onto Xiaoxiao's face, covering her expression. “Rest in peace, my junior sister Xiaoxiao.”
Her naked body lay in the grass beside Furong Lake, posed seductively. Aside from the wet panties on her face, there was not a shred of covering on her tempting body. As the night breeze blew over her, petals from the phoenix trees quietly fell on and around her body. Imagining how she would be found the next day, Abang felt not only a release from his hatred but also an inexplicable thrill from his prank.
“Good luck, my junior classmates. This is all the help I can offer!” he thought, glancing around before stepping over the corpse and stealthily making his way out of the bushes at the roadside.
Chapter Three
The campus was still quiet at midnight. Abang hurried along with his head down, fearing he might encounter someone or something else after already being involved with the deaths of six people. If it hadn't been for the strong mentality his father had trained into him from a young age, he would probably be on the verge of a mental breakdown by now. As he walked tensely for about a hundred meters, he couldn't shake the feeling that someone was watching him, but when he looked back, all he saw was an empty tree-lined cobblestone road with no one around, just the sound of the wind rustling through the leaves. “Damn, am I being followed by their ghosts or what? Ah, spit, spit, spit!” He quickly spat three times and felt a bit braver when he touched the jade pendant on his chest.
He turned to keep walking when suddenly the rustling noise rapidly intensified, approaching him. Within moments, petals from the phoenix flowers started falling near his feet. Startled, he looked up to see a mass of black shadow amidst the falling petals, gracefully descending from a tree!
Instinctively, Abang leaped forward, but it was too late. He felt a chill and then a sharp, excruciating pain at the back of his neck, as if sliced open by a sharp blade. Fortunately, since he jumped forward and not backward, the cut was not on his throat, which would have been fatal. Holding his neck, he yelled out in pain. Turning back, he saw the dark shadow land lightly, dressed in a thin, black, one-piece nightwear, presumably a young woman due to her graceful figure. A black veil added a touch of mystery to her appearance, and she wielded a strange, semi-circular weapon.
"Who are you?" Abang asked futilely as he turned to flee, sensing he was no match for her with her swift and powerful moves. However, he hadn't gotten far when he heard the wind behind him, signaling her approach. Realizing he couldn't outrun her, he suddenly changed direction, diving into the bushes beside the road. Despite his efforts, the mysterious weapon grazed his buttocks, leaving a cut. He crawled further into the bushes, with his butt stinging from the wound, and decided to take a deep breath before submerging himself into the lake, holding his breath underwater.
Soon, he heard footsteps along the lake’s edge. Through the water, he could see a shadowy figure walking slowly, searching the area. Scared, he accidentally let out a breath, causing small bubbles to rise to the surface. He quickly pinched his nose and covered his mouth, swimming a few meters to the side. The figure in black seemed patient, but Abang could only hold his breath for so long. Just as he was getting desperate, he faintly heard an old man's voice from outside the water: "Who's there sneaking around? What are you doing here so late?"
Abang recognized the voice as Old Zhang, the school's security guard. Hearing someone approaching, the mysterious person apparently didn’t want any more trouble and swiftly leaped onto a tree branch, disappearing among the dense leaves.
Old Zhang walked over, muttering to himself, and shone a flashlight into the bushes. Seeing nothing unusual, he was quite puzzled. "Strange, I clearly saw someone here just a moment ago. Where did they disappear to?" Abang dared not reveal himself, struggling to hold his breath until Old Zhang walked away. Only then did he surface, gasping for air.
Climbing onto the lakeshore, Abang was shaken by the night’s events and forgetful of his wounds, he ran back to his dormitory at full speed. His roommate Monkey was already asleep. Without even changing his clothes, Abang rolled into bed, covering himself with a blanket, trembling.
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Unsurprisingly, this is the first chapter to have a LOT of fan art.
As expected, the next day, major newspapers in the city reported on the campus massacre from the previous night. The entire campus was buzzing with rumors and discussions. The police moved in early in the morning. Monkey, Abang's roommate, was busy making countless phone calls to his friends, fabricating and embellishing details of the incident, talking as if he had witnessed everything firsthand. Meanwhile, Abang was lying on his bunk, absentmindedly picking at his feet while trying to recall the details of the previous night.
There was a soft knock on the dormitory door, interrupting his thoughts. As the door creaked open, the distinct sound of high heels clicking against the floor echoed through the room. A beautiful and refined girl walked in, carrying three lunchboxes. Dressed in a fresh and bright floral dress, with delicate features, she exuded a gentle and exquisite beauty reminiscent of classical Chinese elegance. Almost every male student in the building knew her. Not only was she recognized as a beauty from the Dance Department, but she was also known for being Abang's girlfriend from Hangzhou, Zhu Liying, who brought him lunch every day. She was the granddaughter of overseas Chinese.
"Lunch is here!" exclaimed Monkey, who immediately started eating after thanking Zhu Liying. She glanced at the upper bunk where Abang was and urged, "Come down and eat. I made your favorite beef with green peppers. It won't taste good when it's cold." She had already spread the newspaper on the table and set the lunchbox on it, even placing the chopsticks in the way Abang preferred before she sat down to eat quietly.
"Okay," responded Abang after a while, rolling out of bed lazily to join them. However, as he turned his head, he pulled at the wound on the back of his neck, letting out a cry of pain. Concerned, Zhu Liying asked, "What happened, Abang? Are you not feeling well?"
"No, no," he replied, knowing he must keep silent about the events of the previous night. However, the observant Zhu Liying noticed his wound. She quickly put down her chopsticks and moved closer to inspect the injury, exclaiming, "Ah! How did this happen? Did someone hit you? Why didn't you say anything?" Her tone was anxious and slightly accusatory.
Caught in his lie, Abang had to come up with an excuse: "I accidentally cut myself on a broken container in the lab yesterday. It's nothing, don't make a fuss."
"I can't help but worry about you," retorted Zhu Liying. She expertly found a bottle of antiseptic and a roll of gauze from his drawer – items that even Abang didn't know he had, all organized by her. "Hold still and lower your head," she instructed. She directed Abang carefully, applying some antiseptic to the cut and wrapping it with gauze for basic first aid. "You gotta be more careful, Abang. You can't neglect yourself like this, getting hurt and acting like it’s nothing."
"Got it, got it," Abang responded stubbornly, though deep down, he was truly touched. After Zhu Liying finished tending to his wound, she brought the lunchbox closer to him, reminding him to eat while it’s hot.
However, having killed someone, Abang didn’t have an appetite at all. He pushed the food around a bit before turning his attention to the newspaper on the table, hoping to find some clues. According to the official report, only two female bodies were found on campus: Professor Zhao Xuefen from the Science College and a first-year grad student named Xiaoxiao. There was no mention of the other four victims. The report vaguely stated that Professor Zhao's death was "non-accidental," while Xiaoxiao's case was deemed an “isolated incident” unrelated to Zhao's death. The rest was trivial information, unhelpful like a pile of crap. Abang pondered, what was on that sheet of paper? Who exactly were Xiaoxiao and the fake policewoman, and why were they desperate to get it? And then there was the silent black-clad female assassin.
After lunch, the trio’s conversation naturally drifted towards the murder case. Eager to know about the police's progress, Abang made an excuse to leave the dormitory and daringly headed towards the lakeside to take a look.
There were many students gathered at the lakeside, some were just like Abang, leaving their dorms to gawk at the situation. Yellow caution tape was set up by the police, isolating the onlookers from the crime scene. A few male officers were taking pictures of the female corpse without any expression, as though photographing an object. A young male forensic officer was collecting fingerprints from the corpse, indifferent as well; for them, it was just another body among hundreds they see annually.
Xiaoxiao’s pale body lay exposed amidst these male officers and the gaze of onlooking students, devoid of dignity and privacy. Her corpse retained the position from last night, with a dark bruise on her soft, white neck where she was strangled. Her once-flowing hair looked dry, spreading out like a blanket, her face now uncovered to check her pupils. The wind blew, tossing strands of hair over her pallid face, making the scene look even more pitiful and desolate.
Underneath the disheveled hair, the face had lost any trace of the vibrant young girl it once was. Tears, saliva, and sweat mingled and dried on it. Her eyes, once lively and expressive, were now lifeless and fixed to one side, as if reflecting the helplessness of facing death. The relaxation of muscles after death made her features seem distorted and aged, expression frozen and dull. Abang couldn't reconcile this sight with the Xiaoxiao he knew. It was hard to believe that this once pure and sweet beauty had turned into something as withered and ugly as a limestone.
After standing there for a while, noticing that the police were still gathering evidence, Abang wondered if they would come after him soon. If things went south, he thought, he'd have to get a lawyer and claim self-defense. But did he have any evidence to prove he was the victim? How much would a lawsuit cost? 200,000? 500,000? Or a million? And which official should he bribe? As he lost himself in thought, the seasoned detectives outlined the victim's position on the grass after collecting evidence. Following a whispered order from a boss-like figure with a beer belly, two burly officers stepped forward to straighten Xiaoxiao’s rigid body.
Xiaoxiao had been dead for nearly 13 hours. Rigor mortis had set in, making her once supple body stiff and unyielding. The officers struggled to straighten her arched back and lower her raised hands to her sides.
"Lift her up!" With a wave from the beer-bellied superior, two officers lifted the body, one grabbing the ankles, the other holding under the armpits. With brute force, the officers lifted the rigid corpse, revealing livor mortis spots on her pale back and buttocks, a gruesome and unsettling sight. The body was stuffed carelessly into a cheap body bag, zipped up, rendering the corpse into a long, dark package, offering the dead girl a semblance of final dignity. The only fate awaiting her, though, was an autopsy followed by cremation.
As the van carrying the corpse drove away, the spectators started to disperse. Many had smirks on their faces, while the guys who had a crush on Xiaoxiao looked gloomy, probably mourning the gifts they had given to her.
Abang bought a bottle of water and sat alone in the playground for a while, pondering the events of the previous night. The critical issue, he realized, was the piece of paper Professor Zhao gave him before dying. Whether it was the fake policewoman, Xiaoxiao, or the masked female assassin, all their targets pointed to that paper. Without it, there was no reason for them to come after an insignificant student like him. Realizing the paper was still in his dorm drawer, he left his drink and ran back to the dorm.
Arriving breathlessly, he was most worried about the safety of Liying and Monkey. The killers wouldn’t overlook any possible hiding place for the paper. Pushing open the door, he saw the sight he dreaded the most: Monkey lay sprawled in a pool of blood, barely alive, while Zhu Liying was curled up on the balcony, quietly sobbing with her dress torn and bloodstained.
Mad with grief, Abang rushed to Monkey’s side, kneeling and shouting, "Monkey! Wake up! It's me, Abang!"
"Wake up, brother, please wake up!" Seeing Monkey's eyes closed and his face pallid, Abang felt an overwhelming guilt. If not for him, Monkey wouldn’t have met such a tragic end. He kept pleading for his friend to wake up, shouting his name.
Monkey strained to open his eyes, managing to open just one slightly, making soft, unintelligible noises. Abang noticed a thin, deep cut on his throat; his vocal cords had been severed. His wrists and ankles had similar cuts; the tendons had been sliced through, leaving him incapacitated, bleeding profusely. The modus operandi was eerily similar to the masked female assassin Abang encountered the previous night.
"Who did this to you?" Abang shook Monkey's head firmly, vowing revenge.
Monkey's voice grew weaker, his eyes slowly closing. He had been unconscious but was roused by Abang’s calls. Knowing there was unfinished business, he forced himself awake but expended the last of his energy doing so. His eyes closed forever.
Trembling all over, Abang hugged Monkey's head tightly, tears streaming down uncontrollably as he pounded his fists on the floor in silence. At this moment, Zhu Liying, wiping away her tears, slowly crawled over and embraced Abang with her delicate body. "Abang, we'll definitely avenge Monkey," she sobbed. "Please don't be like this; it hurts me to see you so."
Abang gently laid Monkey down and turned to hold Zhu Liying. "Are you okay?" he asked.
Zhu Liying, looking at Monkey and with tears filling her bright eyes again, couldn’t continue speaking.
"Tell me, what happened?" Abang raised his sleeve to wipe away her tears.
Taking a deep breath, Zhu Liying began to recount the events: "After you left, Monkey was teaching me how to make slides. About half an hour ago, I went to the bathroom near the balcony. Suddenly, I heard a commotion in the room. Curious, I came out and saw a masked assassin swinging a knife at me. Thankfully, Monkey shouted and tackled the assassin, and I only got my top cut.” She paused, touching the torn part of her dress, then continued tremblingly: “Monkey pushed me back into the bathroom, yelling for me to lock the door and not come out no matter what. I heard him struggling with the assassin in the room, but Monkey was no match; he just tried to hold the killer back to protect me... until the noise stopped. Worried about him, I gathered my courage to come out, but... but Monkey was already...”
With sympathy, Abang held Liying close, comforting her: “Don’t be scared; I’m here now. No one can hurt you.”
Liying nodded, sobbing, her petite body still trembling. Abang checked the drawer, and fortunately, the metal box containing the paper was still there, untouched.
Just as they were trying to collect themselves, hurried and messy footsteps echoed from the corridor. Soon, their counselor, Wu Jiba, appeared at the door with a group of police officers. Pointing at Abang, he shouted in his raspy voice: “Him, him, him! He is Abang!” He then quickly stepped back behind the officers.
Chapter 2
Following Wu Jiba's indication, a burly officer with a dark face stepped forward, grabbed Abang by the shoulder, and sternly said: “You’re Abang, right? Come with us.” Without waiting for a reply, he dragged Abang out. Another officer helped restrain Abang, and they escorted him downstairs.
This sudden turn of events left Abang dazed and unresisting, bewilderingly escorted down as onlooking students stared at him with strange expressions. Liying, frantic, ran down, trying to argue with the police, but to no avail. Abang was still pushed into the police car. Suddenly, a thought flashed through his mind: the drawing! “Liying, the drawing is in the second drawer. Take it, hide it, don’t show or tell anyone about it! Be careful…”
But before he could finish, the car door was slammed shut, and with the wailing of the siren, the car sped away from the university campus.
Inside the dimly lit interrogation room at the police station, eight blood-red characters on the white wall read: "Confess for Leniency, Resistance Leads to Severity". The dark-faced officer from earlier was slouching in front of him, squinting and smoking while a younger female officer was preparing to take notes beside them.
Without saying a word, the dark-faced officer just glared at Abang, making him feel uneasy. After finishing his cigarette, the officer spat and unexpectedly blurted out, “Speak, confess what you did.”
“What? What are you talking about? I didn’t do anything…” stammered Abang.
“Don’t play dumb with me!” the officer barked, his eyes glaring and voice rising and falling dramatically. “Let me tell you, I’ve seen plenty of criminals like you. You know exactly what you’ve done. Were you at the Jian Nan Building last night? Did you see the deceased Professor Zhao?”
“No, no, no, I was in my dorm surfing the web…” Abang tried to deny, thinking it's wise to refute first and figure things out later.
Slam! The officer smacked the table angrily and stood up. “You won’t shed tears until you see the coffin,” he muttered, lighting another cigarette and leaving the room.
Taking advantage of the chief’s absence, the young policewoman decided to play ‘good cop’. She winked at Abang, her tone conspiratorial. “Listen, student, don’t think you can luck out of this. Your footprints were all over the crime scene. How can you say you weren’t there? Do we need to check your internet history to prove your lie? You should know; confessing is not the same as us finding out. The chief is being patient with you because you’re a student, hoping you’ll come clean. That way, we can note your good attitude and willingness to confess, which will lighten your sentence. We’re thinking of your best interest.”
Abang, still green and inexperienced, was bamboozled by the ‘good cop, bad cop’ routine. He thought since he didn't actually kill Professor Zhao, maybe he should just come clean. But just as he was about to speak, he realized something was off. These two clearly already pegged him as the murderer. Admitting he was at the Jian Nan Building would only get him blamed for everything else. So, he folded his arms and declared like a TV villain, “I want a lawyer…”
The moment Abang uttered these words, it was as if he had poked a tiger. The chief, upon hearing this, stormed back into the interrogation room, extinguishing his cigarette and, with his hat askew, angrily blurted, “Damn it! You're still acting tough? Want a lawyer?! Let me introduce you to some ‘special treatment’ first! Officers, come and take him away, cuff him to the window bars, let him stand on tiptoes for a day to get a taste!”
Upon the chief’s order, two auxiliary officers with menacing faces rushed in to seize Abang. Just then, a screeching sound of brakes came from outside the station, and a military jeep stopped abruptly at the entrance. It was followed by several large trucks loaded with military police. As they halted, a high-ranking female military officer with long boots jumped down from the jeep. She gave the police station's entrance a dismissive look and, with a wave, marched in briskly, flanked by about a dozen military police. The police station immediately buzzed with footsteps. The female officer strode towards the interrogation room, no one daring to block her way, and the sound of her tall boots echoed arrogantly within the station walls. A stern female voice soon resonated: "Chief Bao!"
Abang, being held by two auxiliary officers, couldn’t help but lift his head in curiosity. He saw a tall military beauty standing near the door, roughly around 30 years old and nearly 1.7 meters tall. With neatly bundled hair under her military cap, she wore a light green military shirt, dark green pants and shiny high-heeled boots. The well-tailored uniform accentuated her splendid figure, making Abang think of the phrase 'perfect combination of soft and hard'. Her presence immediately commanded the room.
Chief Bao, still fuming, somehow miraculously calmed down upon seeing her. With a forced smile, he greeted, “Oh, it's Advisor Lin gracing us with her presence! Sorry for not welcoming you earlier. May I know…”
Advisor Lin gestured for him to stop and, with a heavy Dalian accent, informed Chief Bao, “I'm here to take Abang away for other uses, under Commander Ding's orders.” She offered no further explanation.
Chief Bao, trying to hide his thoughts, weighed his options quickly: Though Commander Ding was far away in Wuyou City and seemingly had no direct authority over him, everyone knew that Ding, controlling a significant military force and being a prominent figure in the current regime, was not someone a small fry like Bao could afford to offend. Without hesitation, Bao let the military police take Abang, his face plastered with a servile smile.
With a crisp sound of her boot, Advisor Lin nodded at Chief Bao, escorted Abang into the jeep, and they left the station in grandeur.
Like a parcel, Abang was handed over from the police to the military without any paperwork or signatures needed. In the jeep, Abang sat in the back, sandwiched between two silent military police. He couldn't do anything, nor could he guess the 'treatment' awaiting him. But at this point, as a common man, what else could he do other than go with the flow? The jeep headed towards the suburbs on remote roads with fewer buildings and people. The further they went, the more anxious Abang became: Were these bad people planning to execute him in the wilderness?
At this moment, Advisor Lin, sitting in the front passenger seat, took off her cap and let down her hair, shaking it casually. A fragrance filled the vehicle, and the atmosphere became much warmer and comforting. Through the rear-view mirror, Abang caught a glimpse of her fair-skinned, egg-shaped face with an oval chin, curved lips, and unusually high nose bridge, suggesting some non-local ancestry. The more Abang looked, the more captivated he was, not only by her beauty but also by a familiar aura about her that he couldn’t place. Her nameplate read ‘Lin Murong’, which he presumed was her name.
The convoy left the city and began to ascend a mountain road. Lin Murong checked her watch and then activated the screen on the control panel. Displayed on it was an office rich in Chinese-style decor with a dominating desk in the back, behind which a bald, chubby middle-aged man in uniform sat, with bright red slogans lining the wall behind him.
“Reporting, Commander, we’ve got the person you wanted,” Lin Murong’s tone softened significantly from the icy demeanor she had previously displayed as she spoke to the screen.
Chapter 3
"Good, good, good," the bald middle-aged man on the screen stared straight at Lin Murong.
"Comrade Abang, this is Commander Ding," Lin Murong turned to Abang and said seriously, startling him a bit, "You need to remember, our conversation today is top secret. If you leak any of it, you'll be charged with disclosing state secrets, and you'll be sentenced." Abang blinked and nodded vigorously.
Adjusting his hefty behind, Commander Ding flashed his gold teeth and said, “I dislike beating around the bush. Let’s keep it short. Professor Zhao was leading a significant national chemical project, publicly known as 'Polyacid Chemistry and Green Catalysis.' As her prized student, you were naturally involved in some parts of the research. However, the public name means nothing. What matters is its military code: T89, which is the designation for a new type of chemical weapon. This weapon is non-toxic but can rapidly combine with oxygen to form a deadly compound. Since this chemical is unknown worldwide, it can't be detected or verified, and it’s not restricted by international chemical weapon conventions. According to Professor Zhao’s reports, the project was almost successful. She was supposed to hand over the formula to the military today, but cunning enemy spies killed her last night... a significant loss for our nation indeed.” Commander Ding wiped a tear from the corner of his eye as he spoke, and a female secretary quickly handed him a tissue.
Abang sat there listening to Commander Ding's extensive talk, utterly astonished: He had been unknowingly working on chemical weapons with his mentor for three years, and he had no idea his fellow student Xiaoxiao was an enemy agent. Unsure of Commander Ding's intentions, Abang cautiously asked, “May I ask, Commander, why did you bring me here?”
Commander Ding smiled mysteriously and glanced at Murong. At her command, “Stop the car!” the convoy halted in a flat area between mountains. She whispered into the radio, “Bring Miss Zhu here.”
Miss Zhu???
Two soldiers jumped down from the car, fetching a disheveled young woman from a military vehicle behind them. They brought her to the jeep and shoved her into the back seat. With wide, scared eyes looking around, Abang recognized her immediately. It was his girlfriend, Juliyong! Despite the soldiers’ intervention, Abang almost crawled out of the jeep to hold her tightly.
A frightened Juliyong hid in Abang’s arms, her eyes turning red, “Abang, are you okay? Did they do anything to you?”
Abang felt a sting in his nose, “I'm fine, they didn't dare do anything to me.” Though he had no confidence saying this, judging from Chief Bao’s attitude towards Lin Murong, he was just a small fry in Commander Ding's eyes.
Commander Ding burst into laughter, “What is this little guy doing? Ah, haha. Comrade Abang, we know Professor Zhao gave you the formula before she died. And you handed it to Miss Zhu when the police took you. We've also brought Miss Zhu here since, like you, she is patriotic and has given the formula to the nation. “This was thanks to her timely warning that we managed to rescue you from those dumbass cops; otherwise, the consequences would’ve been unthinkable,” said the hefty bald man nonchalantly. Abang muttered under his breath, suspecting that they must have threatened or persuaded Juliyong by using his safety as leverage. He started to feel a disgust towards this Commander Ding. “You’ve gotten the formula already. Why drag me into this?”
Commander Ding, suddenly energized, sprang to his feet, saying excitedly, “Because the nation needs you now! The research isn't entirely successful yet as there’s a crucial part missing. The new chemical substance needs to be produced in a zero-gravity environment because the synthesis process is different without gravity. Only Japan’s Mitsubishi Corporation has the technology to create zero-gravity machines. We need to acquire this tech to mass-produce T89. Mitsubishi has a subsidiary in Shanghai called Nisshin, which holds all tech data from their headquarters, including on USB drives. You'll go undercover in this company to steal the zero-gravity tech.”
“Me?? Undercover?” Abang almost fell out of his chair upon hearing this. “You must be joking! I don’t know how to do any of this!”
“Firstly, foreign intelligence agencies already have information on our agents due to some traitors amongst us. Our agents would likely be recognized before even entering Nisshin’s doors. Secondly, you aren’t a government employee, not even a temp worker. If your cover is blown, it’ll be seen as your personal act, not associated with us. Abang, every citizen is responsible for their nation’s fate! As a citizen, as a student, you should have some patriotism, some sense of duty, and willingness to sacrifice,” said Commander Ding, lighting a cigarette and puffing smoke rings.
Abang eyed Commander Ding’s huge belly, thinking bitterly: This fat fuck enjoys the good life while I’m struggling to find work, and now he talks about sacrifice? Abang was about to refuse again when Lin Murong coldly said, “Abang, if you cooperate, we can ensure your safety; if not, you can leave now. But those spies will think you still have the formula, and you know what that means.”
Murong's blatant threat angered Abang, but seeing the surrounding soldiers with their gleaming guns, he had to swallow his curses. He had no choice but to cooperate.
Commander Ding’s stern face broke into a smile again. “Good, good, a promising boy! From now on, Advisor Lin will be your direct supervisor. She'll go to Shanghai with you and arrange your undercover operation while also protecting you. I’ll be waiting for good news in Wuyoucheng.”
After Ding finished, the screen went black. Juliyong, clutching Abang’s arm, looked worried. “Bang, I’m uneasy about you going alone. I want to go with you!”
“Don’t worry; Advisor Lin will protect me. What is there to be afraid of in our own country?” Abang forced a smile, pinching Juliyong's cheek to lighten the mood. The water was too deep, he thought. First Professor Zhao was killed, then there were the fake policewomen, Xiaoxiao, and the masked female assassin; today Monkey met with misfortune, and now suddenly there’s this military big shot, Commander Ding. Abang felt entangled in an invisible, tightening net, and staying close to him would only put Juliyong in more danger.
“But…”
“Like I said, I'll be fine. You go back to Hangzhou first, and after Advisor Lin and I finish the mission, I'll come find you, okay? If you’re with me, I'll be distracted. Be good, okay?”
Seeing Abang's determination, Juliyong reluctantly nodded. She took off the cross necklace she was wearing and put it around Abang's neck. After making the sign of the cross, she whispered, “Bang, I’ve worn this since I was little. I believe it'll bring you good luck. May God keep you safe... I’ll miss you…”
Abang touched the cross, still warm from her skin, deeply moved. He knew Juliyong was a devoted Christian and that she had worn this cross for over twenty years. He’d never seen her take it off. Overwhelmed with emotion, he couldn’t help but pull her close, gently caressing her hair as she nestled against him like a little bird, breathing softly. Holding her face, he kissed her gently and said firmly, “Don't worry, I'll definitely come back.”
“Mm…” Juliyong nodded with teary eyes.
At this point, Lin Murong interrupted, “What a loving couple! Alright, enough of this sweet moment. Someone, take Ms. Zhu back to school and let Mr. Abang rest in the vehicle behind.”
As they were escorted out of the jeep, Lin Murong turned the screen back on, and the chubby face of Commander Ding reappeared. With a change of expression, Murong spoke smugly to the camera, “Commander Ding, what do you think of the pawn I found? If he completes the mission, we'll kill him to keep him quiet. If not, the enemy will do it for us, and they won’t trace it back to us. Either way, we can dispose of him once he’s served his purpose... like... like a used sanitary pad.”
“Haha, apt! Extremely apt! Advisor Lin, you have a keen eye for people and are full of brilliant strategies. Worthy of a top graduate from Fulong Zhi Military Academy,” Commander Ding laughed creepily in the small frame.
Another setup chapter - I assure you that the next chapter has plenty of action. Also, the "old" version of Captain China had a kill here, which we'll get to eventually.
During the flight to Shanghai, Abang sat with Lin Murong, who had changed into casual clothes. They chatted off and on. Under the pretext of job requirements, Abang took the chance to ask Lin Murong for some information. He found out that the fat bald commander was named Ding Chunqiu. Despite the sinister-sounding name, he had smoothly climbed up the ranks, securing the title of Commander, holding significant power in Wuyoucheng, and had been very successful in recent years. Lin Murong was his Colonel and Advisor. Abang's information stopped there. When he tried to probe further, Lin Murong just looked out the window, ignoring him.
The airplane circled above Hongqiao Airport before slowly landing. Looking through the window, the distant forest of skyscrapers in Shanghai were densely packed by the Huangpu River, covered in a hazy mist. This grey view was indistinct, perhaps symbolizing his uncertain future. Just days ago, he was hustling for a master's degree certificate; now he stood in the once-glorious city of Shanghai, about to face unknown challenges.
In Shanghai, Lin Murong created a fake resume for Abang, a shining resume that would easily get him a job at Riqing Company. Abang also got a new name - He Ran, or Rayn, an extremely common name that wouldn't attract attention. To facilitate the mission, Lin Murong would stay in Shanghai and maintain contact with him, issuing real-time instructions. After all preparations were made and there was still time before new employee orientation at the company, Lin Murong provided him with short-term intensive training, explaining the basics of being an agent and how to use firearms. However, Abang was preoccupied with thoughts of Juliyong and preferred using his family’s traditional throwing knife technique over firearms. Therefore, much of the information went in one ear and out the other, resulting in many scoldings from Lin Murong.
In this way, Abang stayed cooped up in a rented room for over three months, growing extremely bored. Finally, on the day when new employees were reporting for duty at the turn of summer and fall in October, he unusually got up early. To his surprise, Lin Murong was already there to supervise him. That day, she wore a casual dark blue knitted top with black trousers and shiny high-heeled boots. The part of her thighs exposed were tightly wrapped in black stockings, looking enticingly plump and tempting. Probably, she wanted to help him relax before stepping out. This caused Abang to feel aroused early in the morning. After hastily having breakfast, he found new clothes on a chair. Lin Murong, knowing that he was unfamiliar with workplace norms and was short on cash, had thoughtfully bought him all the necessary items, even providing two razors. Abang weighed them in his hands, thinking, “Hey, despite her fierce appearance, she’s actually quite thoughtful.”
After Lin Murong tied his tie, Abang put on the new suit, slicked his hair back with wax, and looked at himself in the mirror, surprisingly looking like a real person. Seeing him act all smug in the mirror, Lin Murong smirked and warned, “Once you’re in there, use your head. Don’t blindly trust everything you see, got it?”
“Got it, got it,” he reassured.
In the bustling old business district of Puxi, the twenty-story building of Riqing Company didn’t stand out much, discreetly nestled among various domestic and foreign institutions. If not for the small line of text on the entrance wall reading “Mitsubishi Heavy Industries Mechatronics Systems”, Abang would've missed it. Being new and unfamiliar with the area, he followed a group of white-collar women into the company’s entrance to avoid getting lost. Early autumn in Shanghai brought a slight chill, but these fashion-conscious women couldn't wait to don their colorful long stockings. Some even accessorized their professional attire with colorful scarves, their high heels tapping confidently, embodying the confidence and pride unique to modern women. With their sweet chatter, they painted a distinctive urban beauty. Abang followed closely, his eyes fixed on the swaying hips, oscillating stocking-covered thighs, and mature high heels. The strong scent of expensive perfume and the women’s hair intoxicated him, causing an unknown excitement below. Salivating, he followed them into the elevator.
The morning elevator was always crowded. With more than ten beauties, Abang was squeezed in the center, surrounded by a sea of women, immersed in their fragrances. The confined space was filled with their chirps and laughter, and the intoxicating environment left Abang, fresh out of school, dazzled and overwhelmed. He finally reached the twelfth floor with an erection and reluctantly left the elevator, taking one last longing glance before departing, which drew a round of suppressed laughter and staring from the women, boosting his confidence.
It wasn't until the elevator doors closed that he realized with embarrassment that he had forgotten to zip up his pants when he left in the morning. After hastily fixing his zipper and smoothing down his hair with saliva, he knocked politely on an office door labeled “Chen Xuan, HR Manager.”
“Come in~” A soft and magnetic woman’s voice came from inside.
Abang gently pushed the door open. The office was east-facing, with the morning sun casting a warm and bright atmosphere through the large window. The minimalist wooden furniture, fresh green plants, and a round cartoon cushion on the chair gave off a refreshing and natural vibe, lifting his spirits. Abang was taken aback by the woman standing by the desk, wearing an orange jacket and a purple-gray skirt, with sexy and mature transparent stockings on her legs. He had expected the HR manager to be a middle-aged or old woman, not this intelligent beauty in her early thirties. Chen Xuan looked up at Abang and gave him a friendly smile, saying, “So you’re the new guy, Rayn. Please, come in.”
Abang sat down, feeling somewhat restrained during his first encounter with a superior. Unsure where to put his hands, he looked tense. Chen Xuan closed her magazine, smiled at him, and said he could relax. “Sorry, I just had breakfast; I need to stand for a bit,” she said, checking her wristwatch and nodding approvingly. “Hmm, right at 8:30. You're punctual. I hope today will be a good start.
“Well, let me introduce myself first. I'm Chen Xuan, the HR Manager here. Welcome to Riqing Company. I've looked at your resume, it’s really impressive. Starting today, you're part of our HR department. If you have any questions about work, feel free to ask me. And of course, haha, we can also be good friends outside of work.”
“Yeah, yeah, of course, of course,” Abang hastily agreed while thinking to himself, ‘These white-collar folks really care too much about gaining weight. I always lie down right after eating. But becoming 'good friends’ outside of work is indeed tempting!’
Next, Chen Xuan casually asked Abang some basic questions. During their conversation, the beautiful manager was very graceful and kind, occasionally flashing warm smiles that made Abang feel very comfortable. He didn't feel like he was talking to a boss but rather like a familiar older sister, gradually easing his tense nerves.
After about ten minutes of talking, Chen Xuan seemed to have other things to attend to. She stood up and said, “Rayn, your office is next door, in 1202. It’s already been set up for you. Oh, and there's another new female colleague who'll be working with you. I hope you two can cooperate well. OK, welcome to the team.” With that, she extended her hand with a smile.
Taken aback, Abang quickly stood up and shook her hand. Her skin was soft, clearly well taken care of, but there was also a warmth and focus characteristic of professional women, entirely different from those fussy young girls. Abang noticed her neatly manicured nails, painted with a light blue nail polish that was hard to notice without close inspection, which suited her understated and graceful executive image.
Leaving the HR manager's office, Abang couldn't help but sigh: ‘Chen Xuan is so understanding and elegant compared to Lin Murong, who is so domineering and acts like I owe her a million bucks.’
Hearing that he'd share an office with another new female colleague, Abang perked up. Excited, he swung open the door to room 1202. Unfortunately, instead of a beauty, he saw a plain-looking girl with single eyelids playing with her phone. She seemed fresh out of school, but the eyes behind her glasses were bright and clear. Seeing him, she greeted him cheerfully, “Hi!”
“Hi~” Abang deflated at her plain appearance and listlessly returned the greeting, not bothering to ask her name.
He sat down, feeling that this office lacked the ambiance of Chen Xuan's. Though it had good lighting, it felt cramped and messy. Luckily, it was just him and the plain-looking girl, so it was passable. As he set down his briefcase and pondered his next move to find the lost USB containing gravity machine data, the girl across him introduced herself, “My name is Jiang Ruhong, Sarah. I’m new too. What about you?”
“Ah... He Ran, Rayn,” Abang replied without looking up, almost revealing his real name.
“Xuan told me you graduated from MIT?” Sarah asked casually, still playing with her phone.
“Yeah, so?”
“Nothing really,” Jiang Ruhong looked up and gave him a smile. “Just find it odd, I was at MIT for six years and never bumped into you.” Hearing this, a chill ran down Abang’s spine. He had over-exaggerated on his fake resume, and it seemed like his lie was close to being exposed. Fortunately, Ruhong didn't pry any further. Abang quickly laughed it off and started playing a game on his phone, not noticing that Ruhong had sneakily taken a photo of him and sent it away.
Both sat there quietly on their phones, no longer talking. The silence, awkward as it was, got broken by a phone call as lunchtime approached. Abang answered, and it was Chen Xuan's magnetic voice: “Rayn, there’s a 10th-anniversary cocktail party tonight. The Chairman and his wife will be there, so you and Sarah should prepare. Dress formally.”
A 10th-anniversary party? That’s new.
Chapter 2
That evening, Abang, dressed in formal attire, arrived at the Jinjiang Hotel's small banquet hall, which was all set. At the front of the dazzling hall, a T-stage was temporarily set up, with giant LED screens displaying the company’s achievements over the past decade. A huge electronic map of China, marked with Riqing’s domestic business locations, was embedded at the back of the stage. The atmosphere in the hall was luxurious and extravagant.
As guests started arriving, it seemed like it would be a while before the food was served. Feeling hungry, Abang found a corner seat and stealthily stuffed his mouth with some mousse. As he was indulging, someone tapped his shoulder, followed by a familiar stiff female voice, “Hi~”
Turning around with half a piece of mousse hanging from his mouth, he almost spat it out when he saw her. It was a girl with long hair and a melon seed-shaped face, dressed in a bright red strapless gown, her smooth, even shoulders emanating a faint fragrance, almost making him dizzy. It was Jiang Ruhong, who looked unrecognizable all dolled up. Abang secretly thought, ‘Did you think I wouldn’t recognize you in a different outfit? Look at you, struggling with those high heels. Bet you’ve never worn them before!’ Losing interest, he returned to his dessert.
The lights dimmed, and the chattering subsided as the party started, and Abang had to set his snack aside. The company started by acknowledging key employees. Though it’s a foreign firm, it still followed local customs. To Abang’s surprise, the organizers had planned a small stunt for this segment, arranging a fashion walk. Seeing those potbellied, bald, and geeky men walking comically on the stage, the employees in the audience, including Abang, burst into laughter.
Suddenly, there were whistles and cheers throughout the hall as excited male colleagues shouted, “Here comes Xuan~~~ Here comes Xuan~~” Abang looked up to see Chen Xuan, dressed in a black off-shoulder semi-transparent lace top, gracefully stepping out from backstage. Her legs, clad in thin black stockings, moved elegantly within her tight skirt, and she confidently walked onto the T-stage in high heels. The lights shone on her well-maintained face, highlighting her delicate pink cheeks and smooth, rounded shoulders. Her translucent outfit was tantalizing yet sophisticated, leaving much to the imagination, striking a perfect balance of elegance and allure. The shiny high heels and swinging silver earrings made her even more dazzling under the lights.
Abang was so captivated that his head tilted, and Jiang Ruhong nudged him sarcastically, “Wipe your drool, men are all the same. Chen Xuan was directly assigned here from Mitsubishi’s headquarters after studying in Japan. She’s been the HR head for years; pretty rare in a company dominated by Japanese executives. Save your energy.”
“Well, she’s older than me; I prefer younger women…”
“Oh, being picky, huh? Old man going after the young, huh? Watch out for beauty bringing disasters.”
“Hey, you four-eyed…” Abang couldn’t finish his sentence as another wave of cheers rose in the room. Chen Xuan had reached the end of the runway, her peach blossom eyes sparkling, waving at her colleagues with grace. Abang rolled his eyes at Ruhong and joined in the waving, feeling a sense of pride having such a popular boss.
After the fashion walk segment ended, there was a pause in the event, and guests were free to enjoy the drinks and snacks. Abang waited beside the cold buffet but saw no sign of a main course. Feeling disappointed, he poured himself a large glass of gin. Then Jiang Ruhong came over again, sarcastically saying, “Newbie, cocktail parties like this don’t serve main courses. Waiting for nothing, huh? Haha.” Without waiting for Abang’s response, she added, “During summer, a cocktail mixed with soda, vodka, and gin, with a pinch of sea salt, is classic and fashionable.” She ordered two cocktails for them, and Abang found the drink sharp yet addicting, making him look forward to the next sip. ‘This four-eyed girl is somewhat interesting,’ Abang thought, comparing her to the cocktail in his hand—seemingly simple but perhaps intriguing.
Midway through the event, the hall suddenly quieted down, and guests started moving towards the entrance where high-ranking executives lined up to welcome a couple. Abang stretched to see a skinny, mustachioed man, looking quite creepy, and a beautiful woman in an elegant silver gown entering the hall. The woman was gracefully ignoring the gazes, moving slowly as if she were royalty, exuding an aura of sophistication and grace.
‘Wow,’ thought Abang, ‘Is this Mrs. Ding, the chairman’s wife?’ With no one to ask, he approached Jiang Ruhong again. Given her knowledge about Chen Xuan, she seemed like a gossip expert. After mocking Abang, Ruhong finally shared, “You see, the middle-aged man with the small mustache is the company's chairman, Kameda Yuji…”
“Wait! His name is actually Kameda?”
“You know him?”
“No, no, not at all. Please continue.”
Jiang Ruhong shot a glance at Abang and went on, “The woman beside him is his wife, Ding Ting. She's a few years older than Xuan, probably 36? I'm guessing. Tonight celebrates not only the company's tenth anniversary but also the chairman's tenth wedding anniversary. Neat coincidence, right? Double tens.”
Abang nodded, thinking it wasn’t easy for a couple to stay together for ten years. Lost in thought, he stuffed another piece of pudding into his mouth. Soon after, the lights dimmed, and a beautiful multi-tier cake appeared on stage. The chairman, lecherously eyeing his wife, approached the cake with her. Ding Ting, now wearing a new red halterneck dress and handmade suede heels, smiled slightly, revealing her stunning wedding ring as she sliced the cake. To everyone’s amazement, the cake was filled with dazzling jewelry. For the first time, she broke into a full smile.
Abang couldn’t help but envy the spectacle before him. These high-society marriages seemed so different from regular folks’, being simultaneously sweet, romantic, extravagant, and grand. He looked forward to bragging about witnessing this event to his friends later.
By the time the 'double ten' ceremony concluded, it was already 10 PM. To avoid giving Jiang Ruhong a ride again, Abang sneaked out of the Jinjiang Hotel. On this first day of work, he’d gotten an eye-full of beautiful women and decided to stroll through the streets of nighttime Shanghai, contemplating the different beauties he’d encountered: Chen Xuan, the gentle and sophisticated beauty; Mrs. Ding, the dignified and elegant wealthy young matron. And then there was Jiang Ruhong, who struck him as a quirky and peculiar four-eyed frog. He couldn’t shake off the familiarity he felt towards the tall and cold beauty, Lin Murong.
While Abang was daydreaming, a nondescript Volvo SUV suddenly pulled up beside him. The window rolled down to reveal Lin Murong in the driver’s seat, gesturing for him to get in.
Abang rolled into the car. He had never seen a woman drive so fast. The Volvo SUV sped through the bustling night city, gradually leaving the neon lights behind. The buildings on both sides of the windows became shorter and shorter. After driving for nearly an hour, the SUV finally stopped beside an open-air park with sparse streetlights in the southern suburbs of East Capital Bay. The area consisted of old two- or three-story houses built years ago. Due to their age, only some elderly residents refused to move away, so by eleven o’clock the entire neighborhood was already dark, with almost no pedestrians. It was actually a rare quiet district.
Elegantly lighting a cigarette, Lin Murong asked, “How was your first day?”
“It was fine, good atmosphere, very formal and grand. The cafeteria food is also not bad…”
“I'm not asking about that!” Lin cut him off sharply, “I'm asking if you have any news on the anti-gravity machine, any unusual observations?”
“Alright, alright, speak plainly,” Abang responded, “All the technical data is stored in a secure department, but I have no clue if the anti-gravity machine USB is there. As for anything unusual, not that I noticed. All the white-collars are good-looking and normal. Oh, there’s this four-eyed girl named Jiang Ruhong who came in with me, pretty weird and seems to dislike me for some reason. Almost blew my cover!” He proceeded to tell Lin Murong about the close call he had, exaggerating and negatively depicting Jiang’s appearance in the process.
After thinking for a bit, Lin Murong said, “Our latest info suggests that enemy agents have also infiltrated Ri Qing Company to steal the anti-gravity machine data, but we don’t know who exactly. You need to act quickly.”
“Understood.”
“You should know that as a secret agent, ability is secondary. The most important thing is having a decisive heart. Even if your opponent is a beautiful woman, as long as she’s your enemy, you must kill her without hesitation. Otherwise, you’re the one who will die. Also, some female agents often hide important intelligence on their bodies, so after killing them, you must carefully search every inch of their body. This is standard procedure. There’s nothing to be ashamed of.”
Abang’s mouth watered as he nodded eagerly. In his mind he thought: This means stripping women naked! So this line of work comes with such benefits? I’d do it even without pay!
Lin, seeing his lascivious expression in the rear-view mirror, knew exactly what was on his mind. “What are you thinking?!” she exclaimed.
Boldly, Abang joked, “Thinking of stripping you, haha.”
Lin knew he was joking and, surprisingly, didn’t get mad. She even cracked a rare smile, “In your dreams!”
They chatted about this and that for a while in the car. By the time Abang got home, it was 2 AM. Still, he couldn’t sleep. Lin wanted him to act quickly, but stealing the tech from the heavily guarded Japanese company wouldn’t be easy. He tossed and turned, trying to think of a plan, until dawn broke.
Chapter Three
Having stayed up all night, Abang relied on coffee to keep him alert. When he arrived at work, he was surprised to find the usually bustling Ri Qing building deserted. Upon inquiry, he learned that he had left the celebration early and missed out: Chairman Kameda, celebrating both anniversaries, had given everyone a paid leave for a day, leaving only a few security guards on duty. This was reportedly Mrs. Ding’s idea. Sensing an opportunity, Abang waited for nightfall to act.
After resting during the day and with night falling, Abang used the excuse of working overtime to enter the building. As expected, it was empty except for a few security guards, which thrilled him. The numerous cameras in the building were a significant obstacle, but Lin Murong had provided him with some special gadgets to handle them. So, he approached the second-floor control room with a pack of cigarettes.
“Old Li, it’s me, Xiao He, got a cig for you.” With one hand Abang held out two cigarettes and knocked on the control room door with the other, planning to knock out whoever was inside with his special 'knock-out cigarettes'. But weirdly, no one came out no matter how much he knocked. Abang listened at the door; dead silence. And there should’ve been someone there 24/7 according to company rules. Abang was puzzled but then noticed the surveillance cameras seemed to be off. To his shock and delight, all the cameras in the corridor were turned off.
"Did Lin Murong clear the way for me?" he wondered. But then it didn't make sense. If she could easily disable the building’s surveillance, why would she need him? Regardless, Abang couldn’t dwell on this; he had a job to do. He continued up to the 15th floor, to the usually heavily guarded secure department, which now seemed defenseless. Even the archive room's door opened easily at his push, as it was left ajar.
The large archive room, without windows, swallowed Abang in darkness. Without turning on the lights to avoid attention, he used a flashlight to search meticulously through the room. He was awestruck by the numerous secure safes, each labeled and holding thousands of technical USB drives, ranging from car engines to airplane propellers. Following the labels, he found the safe for the anti-gravity tech USB drive only to discover, to his horror, it was already cracked open and empty!
Abang felt a chill, utterly dismayed. Going back empty-handed wasn’t an option; Lin Murong would kill him. He thought maybe he could steal something else as a consolation prize? With that thought, he shone his flashlight around, looking for valuable tech to steal. But the light revealed more than he bargained for: a shadow darted out from behind a metal cabinet, moving with ghost-like speed, startling Abang to the floor. Then, a bullet whizzed past, grazing his scalp and embedding in the wall. If he hadn't fallen, his head would've been blown off.
In the darkness, Abang hid behind a metal cabinet, motionless and holding his breath. Muffled gunshots echoed in the room; it seemed like two people were exchanging fire, moving quietly after each shot, not saying a word, perhaps to avoid revealing their positions. Abang peeked out to see who it was but saw nothing in the pitch-black room, just heard the soft gunshots and bullets hitting the wall.
After a magazine was emptied, one person seemed to gain the upper hand, firing more rapidly and accurately. The other, losing, seized the moment to escape as their opponent reloaded. Just as the door opened a crack, letting in a sliver of light from the corridor, a gunshot followed. Maybe the shooter didn't need to reload at all? A woman's faint cry rang out as she was hit and fell into the corridor, but she seemed to be wearing a bulletproof vest, rolled to her feet despite the pain, and ran off. The shooter also left quickly, leaving Abang alone in the dark.
The blind gunfight was over, leaving Abang scared and shocked. Both shooters could locate each other in the dark by the faintest sounds, moving silently to avoid detection, making every shot count in a deadly dance of bullets. With his nerves finally settling down, Abang cautiously stepped out after being sure the two people had fled. The corridor cameras were still off, and without daring to linger for a second more (lest someone decides to shoot back), he bolted from the building and scurried back to his rental, not daring to mention a word of this botched operation to Lin Murong, feeling utterly humiliated by his woeful performance.
Chapter Four
The next day, the area around the Nikkei Building was swarmed with crowds and police. Three bodies, each covered with a white cloth, were carried out one after the other. Lady reporters were hustling, trying to get the inside scoop from Nikkei employees about the three security guards who were shot dead in the control room last night. Inside the company, it was all pandemonium with female office workers chattering away, given that a murder case had occurred right in their workplace.
However, one office remained as calm as ever.
For the entire morning, Abang sat silently in the office, deep in thought, endlessly refilling his cold cup of tea without taking a sip. Jiang Ruhong, after finishing some filing, noticed his constipated expression and couldn’t help but sneer, “What’s wrong? Life’s got you down?”
Abang just glared at her, not engaging any further. After all, while he was sitting there, he was part of a top-secret national operation concerning national security, the welfare of the public, and world peace. How could he bother with the likes of common folks? ‘How can a sparrow understand the ambitions of a swan?’ he thought to himself, feeling superior to Jiang Ruhong. A smirk appeared on his face.
Seeing him suddenly laughing to himself, Jiang Ruhong muttered, “Must’ve forgotten to take his meds.”
After feeling mentally superior to Jiang Ruhong, Abang's thoughts went back to the previous night's encounter. After pondering all morning, he had an inkling: the two individuals were probably already in the archive room before he entered. Given the way they were shooting at each other, they were likely from two different factions. It was plausible that the first person who arrived at the archive room hid upon seeing the second person entering. Then, when Abang entered as the third person, it forced the second person to hide as well. The skirmish began when Abang inadvertently alerted both of them while searching with his flashlight, sparking the gunfight in the dark. With this, it was highly likely that one of these individuals stole the anti-gravity tech USB. The real question was: who were these two?
(Meanwhile, in Kamedayon’s Villa)
While Abang was deeply contemplating, things were happening elsewhere too. Nikkei Corporation's Chairman, Kamedayon Yuji, was awakened early in the morning by a phone call. Upon learning about last night's events, he paced anxiously in his lavish villa. His concern wasn’t about the demise of the three security guards but about the stolen anti-gravity tech USB. With all surveillance footage from last night mysteriously blank, there were no leads to follow. Clearly, the perpetrator had neutralized the security guards, sabotaged the surveillance system, and then stolen the USB - a ruthless and experienced move. Such a theft and leak, if not rectified immediately, could force him into early retirement.
By the dressing table, Mrs. Ding Ting, already clad in a long white silk gown early in the morning, was getting ready while facing the mirror. She was in a hurry to attend a book club meeting with her ladies' club. However, her pleasant morning was disturbed by her husband, leaving her annoyed. Turning around with an angry look on her face, she coldly stared at her useless husband, who seemed helpless and ineffective. The disdain in her eyes was evident, a complete contrast to the respect she showed him in public.
“Kamedayon!” she had always called him by his name in their ten years of marriage, “Look at your good-for-nothing face, pacing around. What's the use?”
Kamedayon didn’t dare to walk around anymore, so he plopped down on the couch with his head in his hands, letting out a long sigh. He knew that although he was the grand CEO of the company, whether it's business or personal matters, things at home were decided by his wife. Outsiders were unaware of this fact. It wasn’t just because he was coddled by his wife; more importantly, his wife was far more capable than he was, consistently providing strategies for him behind the scenes. She was indeed a powerful “helpmeet”. Now, he had no choice but to seek help from Ding Ting once again.
Ding Ting seemed to have everything under control. While casually selecting earrings from her jewelry box, she instructed without lifting her head, “First, do something for me. Move up the company's annual health check-up to tomorrow, understood?” Her commanding tone sounded as if she was ordering a subordinate around.
Though Kamedayon didn’t quite understand his wife’s intentions, he knew that his wife's plans were always effective. Without further questions, he immediately made phone calls to arrange it.
With her back turned, Ding Ting put on her earrings while looking in the mirror. Hearing Kamedayon making calls, a cold smile appeared on her elegant and mature face. Her lips curved into two charming arcs, radiating a dangerous allure beneath her dignified appearance, like a mesmerizing venomous creature reflected in the mirror. She was indeed pleased with herself. Not only was the USB containing the anti-gravity tech securely hidden on her person, but she was also about to identify the other two individuals in the archive room from last night. And then, she would have them killed.
Captain China New #5 Chapter Five: Luxury Cars and Beautiful Women (Wen Yi)
Several days later, early in the morning, the large bathtub is filled with rippling blue bathwater. Ding Ting’s flushed, voluptuous body floats and sways under the force of the water, her freshly cleaned, blushing peaks appearing indescribably delicate and enticing. Kamedayon kneels straddling either side of her tempting torso, greedily delighting in the succulent mature body while planting eager kisses, akin to a hungry cat. Below him, Ding Ting's arms are hooked around Kamedayon's neck, and her thick thighs are tightly clamped around his waist. With eyes closed, she’s lost in the ecstasy brought about by her husband's caresses, with their naked flesh laying bare and entwined in the bathtub, emitting occasional sultry moans.
“Madam, the health check-up reports are out,” murmured Kamedayon while cradling Ding Ting's waist, adjusting his position and thrusting forcefully. “Per your instructions, we’ve identified three individuals with bruises on their backs, but only one woman, a newcomer in HR named Jiang RuHong.”
“Ah!” Ding Ting, overcome, lets out a loud moan of either pain or pleasure as she arches her chest, pressing it against Kamedayon's scrawny chest. As Kamedayon, having taken an aphrodisiac, vigorously thrusts into her, Ding Ting’s soft body undulates, her hips grinding in response, causing splashing noises in the water with their movements.
Ding Ting, with her breath short, murmurs between moans, “Hmm… Hmm… Uh… Uh… Hmm… It's these two…”
“Two? But isn't there only one, madam?”
“There’s... uh... uh... another one I already knew about... uh... hmm... named He Ran, real name Abang... uh... hmm...”
Kamedayon, accustomed to following her words, does not inquire further regarding how she knew, growling, “Damn it! These two Chinese have rotten consciences! I'll call the police to arrest these vermin! Hah! Hah! Hah Even as he spoke harshly, his body continued thrusting violently. Ding Ting’s soft body writhed and bucked in response. Her once noble and untouchable face was now filled with nothing but endless lust. Her usually proud and seductive eyes burned with fiery desire. Under Kameda’s fierce assault, Ding Ting’s face flushed crimson, her eyes misty with pleasure. She twisted lewdly and moaned dreamily, “Ohhh… ohhh… those two… the moment they entered the company… their target was clearly the anti-gravity technology… they didn’t touch anything else… ahhh… obviously they came with a mission… ohhh… use that underdeveloped brain of yours and think… are they ordinary thieves? Ohhh… ohhh… they can only be mainland spies… ahhh… ahhh…”
Ding Ting's voluptuous, enticing body rhythmically heaves under Kamedayon, her full, firm peaks creating mesmerizing waves. "Oh... oh... if they're mainland agents... oh... oh... what's the point in calling the police on their turf... oh... oh... oh... To deal with these mainland agents who repeatedly sneak into the company to steal secrets, the only way... the only way... ah... ah... is to secretly get rid of them... make them... make them... disappear without a trace... ah... ah... ah... Faster... ah... faster... I can’t take it anymore... I can't take it anymore... Faster... faster... faster... I can't take it anymore... Faster... faster... ah... ah... ah..." Ding Ting speaks so lightly, leaving Kamedayon stunned for a moment, but he soon breaks into a lascivious grin of agreement, responding to his wife with vigorous thrusts, exclaiming “Good! Good! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!”
The splashing of water, the slapping of flesh, and the wild, satisfied moans and screams intertwined with their sinister conspiracy, creating an extremely lewd and dark symphony of secret, erotic pleasure. The two clung tightly to each other, their naked white bodies trembling violently. After a final, hoarse cry, they finally reached the peak of pleasure together…
(Half an hour later, inside the Nisshin company)
For several days, Abang is left guessing in vain, still clueless about the identities of the other two individuals in the archive room that night. However, as the saying goes, “Trouble will find you even if you don’t seek it”, and a fatal danger is gradually approaching him.
For several days, Abang spent his time in futile speculation, still clueless about the identities of the other two individuals in the archive room that night. But as the saying goes, “If you don’t look for trouble, trouble will find you.” A deadly danger was slowly closing in on him.
This morning, as Abang hastily rushes into the office, the clock already shows 8:40 AM. Yes, he is late again. Fortunately, he wasn't spotted by the superiors on his way in. Maybe he'll get away with it this time? He reassures himself, dropping his bag onto the desk, planning to make a cup of tea to alleviate the fatigue from staying up late. As he reaches for the tea, he notices, out of the corner of his eye, that Jiang RuHong, who usually wears casual clothes and glasses, is unusually dressed up today in a tight-fitting, white-collar uniform, making her chest look quite full and prominent. Under her grey skirt, a pair of slender legs are wrapped in black stockings, revealing a section of toned calf. Seeing her in high heels that match her skirt, Abang can't help but feel a bit stirred. He hadn’t expected the usually nerdy girl to look so professional and attractive in formal attire.
Just as Abang is about to tease her, he notices Jiang RuHong making faces, gesturing behind him. Turning around, he sees his boss, Chen Xuan, sitting in the corner with her legs crossed, apparently having been waiting for him for some time. Fearing a scolding, Abang lowers his head, glancing briefly at her knees before his gaze slides down to her velvet high-heeled ankle boots. The sexy yet classy boots, along with her patterned stockings, add to the mature and confident aura of a 30-year-old woman, providing a daily visual treat for Abang.
After checking her watch, Chen Xuan simply smiles without scolding him for his tardiness, instead assigning him a task: “This Sunday afternoon, there's an auto show at the Shanghai New International Expo Center. Our partner Audi will also be exhibiting, and they want us to send someone to assist on-site. Prepare yourself and be there by 2 PM. Their staff will brief you on the specifics.”
Scratching his ear, Abang is puzzled. “Wait, Chen Xuan, aren’t we in HR? Why are we handling technical tasks?”
“Well, everyone in the company thinks we in HR have nothing to do, so they push these extra tasks onto us,” Chen Xuan replies with a shrug, resigned to the situation.
Hearing about this cushy job, Jiang RuHong next to him chuckled, “He Ran, you’re in for a treat!”
Chapter Two
At two o'clock on Sunday afternoon, Abang punctually arrived at the Shanghai New International Expo Center. The large building located in Pudong was swarming with people, bustling with activity. Underneath the colorful balloons were large advertising slogans: “The 15th Shanghai International Automobile Industry Exhibition”. After elbowing his way through the crowd into the hall, he was met with dazzling lights decorating the enormous interior, showcasing luxury cars from around the globe - Maserati, Lincoln, Aston Martin, Bentley, and more. The auto dealers pulled out all the stops, hiring top models from the capital, each vying for attention, daringly dressed, or rather undressed, engaging in a silent competition with their rivals.
Of course, the auto show wasn’t only a feast of luxury cars but also a carnival for lecherous men. Beside every luxurious car, countless sleazy guys were taking photos with their phones and cameras, ostensibly of the cars, but everyone knew what they were really focusing on. The car models seemed to be in on it, wearing next to nothing to showcase their figures, eagerly posing for the cameras. Upon seeing someone taking a photo, they’d provocatively push out their chests and pout, each one a seductress. Most guys would stand a bit far to take their shots, but some would stick their cameras almost into the models’ cleavages or, even better, up their skirts if they could.
Abang was like a country bumpkin visiting a grand mansion for the first time, gaping and gawking as he walked along. Although his eyes seemed to wander, they consistently landed on the sexy car models striking poses. For a moment, he fancied himself a billionaire with both luxury cars and beautiful women within his reach. As he was craning his neck to get a better look, a woman wearing a headband and a beige dress suit approached him. As per his habit, Abang first checked out her lower half; her sensible nude stockings and brown pointed heels signified a professional woman. Recognizing the work badge around Abang’s neck, she extended a hand with a smile, “You must be Mr. He Ran from Nisshin Company, right?”
Abang, accustomed to the professional demeanor of the women in foreign companies, warmly and professionally shook her hand, replying, “I am He Ran. Nice to meet you.”
Smiling, she introduced herself, “Let me introduce myself. My name is Shi Rong, and I'm the site manager for Audi at this exhibition. If you have any questions, feel free to ask me. Here’s my card, please take care of it.”
She bowed slightly, handing over a business card.
Abang took the card. It read “Shi Rong, Public Relations Planning Manager.” He quickly pulled out his own card from his suit pocket and handed it to her.
“I didn’t expect I wouldn’t even need my poor local language skills here~” Abang joked.
Shi Rong glanced around and said, “After all, we’re all partners in a joint venture. Sorry to make you sacrifice your weekend to come help. Actually, we have our own people here, so there isn’t much to do. But if any technical issues come up, we might need your company’s assistance. Since it’s still early, would you like to try sitting in our company’s latest TT convertible?”
“A convertible! Heh heh… well… Isn’t this a bit too much?” Abang, being a car enthusiast, modestly declined at first but couldn’t resist the enticing invitation of the attractive PR lady and was led to an Audi TT convertible. Perhaps because the car hadn’t been officially launched yet and they feared leaks to automotive magazines, the windows were covered with special reflective film. No matter how hard people outside tried, they couldn’t see inside. A sexy car model in a light blue ultra-short dress and knee-high white boots leaned against the rearview mirror. Her long hair cascaded over her heavily made-up face, framing an alluring oval face. Her curvaceous figure twisted into a seductive S-shape, basking in the endless flashes from the crowd. Abang couldn’t help staring. When their eyes met, he immediately felt weak in the knees. It was a wild, cold, and seductive gaze that seemed to stroke the most sensitive parts of his body. This little virgin chicken was almost ready to be served on the spot.
"Miss Wen Yi, please demonstrate the car's new features to Mr. He Ran," Shi Rong instructed the model, Wen Yi.
Wen Yi gave Abang a seductive wink with her fox-like eyes, then walked behind him with a swaying, cat-like gait. The already short dress that barely covered her round ass rode up another inch with every movement of her body, revealing a small corner of her buttock. At the same time, it made her glass-stockinged thighs look even longer and more tempting. The knee-high white high-heeled boots added a strong wave of sex appeal as she walked, dangling in Abang’s dazed vision. Abang swallowed hard. Wen Yi’s white patent leather gloved hand gently rested on his shoulder as she leaned close to his ear and whispered softly, “Mr. He, please step inside.” Her voice was very magnetic. As she spoke, her soft breasts pressed perfectly against Abang’s back. Without even thinking, he could feel the presence of her bra. Almost in a trance, Abang let her push him into the car. Seeing Abang climb into the car with the car model they had all been fantasizing about, the group of sleazy photographers surrounding Wen Yi immediately let out a chorus of envious boos.
"Mr. He, I apologize, but I'm needed elsewhere," Shi Rong said as she leaned into the car. "Miss Wen will introduce the car's features to you. I hope you like it."
“Thank you, you’re too kind. No problem, go ahead and handle your business. Having Miss Wen Yi here is enough. Heh heh heh.” Abang, who had gotten his driver’s license over three years ago but had never actually driven, was overjoyed the moment he got into the car. He immediately started playing with the steering wheel, completely forgetting about everyone else.
"You'll love this car," Shi Rong said with a meaningful smile before closing the door.
Abang settled into the driver’s seat and was about to curiously touch everything when he noticed a faint, fragrant scent filling the car. After a few breaths, he felt his whole body relax in an unusually comfortable way, as if it were no ordinary perfume. Wen Yi smiled seductively and said in a coquettish voice, “This is the latest original in-car fragrance. Doesn’t it smell much better than the ones sold on the market?” As she spoke, she crossed her right leg over her left. The already extremely short tight dress rode up even further, seemingly unintentionally revealing a small glimpse of her lace thong through the flesh-colored pantyhose. It appeared and disappeared teasingly, extremely tempting.
Abang took another breath. The scent was refreshing and intoxicating, reaching straight to his organs. It really was exceptionally pleasant, making him feel comfortable yet also strangely itchy and aroused. When his peripheral vision caught another glimpse of Wen Yi’s exposed private area, his lower body instantly became rock hard. A small tent stood tall and proud. He quickly pressed it down and thought to himself: Good God. People say models are like prostitutes — it seems very true. Did I just stumble into some lucky peach blossom encounter? Hmm, it must be because I looked so handsome and dashing when I came in, stirring up this little vixen’s interest. Then she used some trick to get Shi Rong to invite me into the car. Yeah, that must be it. But is there anywhere nearby selling condoms?
While he was lost in these wild thoughts, Wen Yi suddenly leaned her entire upper body over, reaching with her right hand for the seatbelt behind Abang’s left side. “Here, let me help you fasten your seatbelt.” Her pair of soft breasts pressed directly against his chest. As she slowly pulled the seatbelt across, her soft peaks rubbed slowly over Abang’s body, making his chest itch unbearably and his lower body even harder. Attempting to suppress his arousal would likely be futile. Pressing it down with his hand might even break it.
Wen Yi’s fox-like eyes looked at Abang from up close. Her enchanting, charming face seemed to ooze seduction from every pore. Her right hand, while pulling the seatbelt, deliberately let her pinky finger brush and tap several times on the tip of Abang’s erect tent. At the same time, she let out a coquettish moan. That single touch from her pinky finger broke the last layer of restraint. Abang felt a rush of blood surge upward. His face heated up, and a nosebleed actually started flowing! He panicked and said hurriedly, “Ah, no, no, no, Miss Wen Yi, don’t do that.”
“Don’t do what?” Wen Yi didn’t stop. Her moist, red lips moved even closer and kissed his cheek. Her right hand abandoned the seatbelt and instead seductively unzipped his pants, slipping into his crotch. She grabbed his already throbbing cock and began stroking it up and down… Abang subconsciously wanted to push Wen Yi away, but her soft, warm palm felt too good. Combined with the aphrodisiac scent in the car, waves of unprecedented pleasure surged through him. His cock had become as hard as an iron rod, greedily lying in her hand. Wen Yi’s cotton-soft palm wrapped around his shaft like warm fragrant jade, stroking with perfect rhythm — light, heavy, fast, slow — her technique truly impressive. Her left index finger gently circled the head. With seductive eyes full of spring, she kept whispering coquettishly in his ear, “Handsome boy… does it feel good… mmm… if it feels good, just cum… cum for me… mmm… shoot it all out…”
Abang had been away from Zhu Liying for quite a long time. After holding back for so long, his inner fire was already blazing. Under Wen Yi’s skilled and seductive hand technique, his defenses quickly crumbled. His soldiers were marching downward. His nosebleed flowed even faster. When he tried to push Wen Yi away again, he found his strength had become shockingly weak. He couldn’t even move her voluptuous body. Soon, he felt his head tightening, as if it was about to explode, while the volcano below continued swelling, ready to erupt. His upper body felt like it was dying, while his lower body was in heaven — the extreme contrast was utterly bizarre.
Abang was greatly alarmed. In a panic, he used all his strength to push Wen Yi away, but her voluptuous, elastic body suddenly became as heavy and hard as lead, like trying to move a burly man. Her soft jade hand continued stroking him skillfully, urging him to cum. Her red lips kept moaning seductively, “Shoot it all out… mmm… you’ll feel so good once you cum… you’re so amazing… you’re so amazing… mmm… I want it… I want it…”
At this point, Abang was completely subdued by her skilled hand. He couldn’t muster any strength. With blood flowing from his nose and his head throbbing, he finally realized that the strange perfume in the car and her relentless hand technique were definitely not good news. He desperately tried to pull his mind out of the lust, but he could only slightly delay the impending eruption. The volcano inside was surging with molten lava, the pressure constantly rising. His head felt like it was about to split open. His mind fell into complete panic. The more panicked he became, the harder it was to focus. In one careless moment, a bit of hot liquid overflowed from the volcano mouth.
Just as he was at a loss, he suddenly remembered the “Calming Heart Incantation” his father had forced him to memorize as a child. It was said to clear the mind. With no other options, he decided to try it as a last resort. He bit his tongue to sharpen his focus and began silently reciting it in his heart. Surprisingly, as soon as he started, it felt like a clear stream washing through his entire body, bringing immense comfort. After reciting it a few times, his mind gradually became clear and his heart calmed. The bizarre feeling of ice and fire in his body receded by several degrees.
Taking advantage of the moment his strength returned, Abang pushed Wen Yi back into the passenger seat. Looking down, he was horrified to see that his shirt was completely soaked in nosebleed, a huge red stain. “What are you trying to do!” Abang shouted angrily. He slapped himself several times hard, forcing the blood back upward.
“I want your life!” Seeing her plan exposed, Wen Yi quickly pulled a dagger from her white high-heeled boot and stabbed toward Abang’s neck. Honestly, Wen Yi’s stab wasn’t particularly fast — she clearly wasn’t skilled with knives. After months of training under Lin Yanni, Abang’s reflexes had become much sharper. He immediately clasped both hands together, clamping her wrist holding the dagger, and twisted it toward the back of the car. Wen Yi cried out in pain, and the dagger fell onto the rear seat. But Wen Yi reacted extremely fast. The moment the dagger was disarmed, she lunged forward and smashed her forehead heavily into Abang’s face, causing another burst of nosebleed.
Taking advantage of his momentary daze, Wen Yi twisted around and reached for the back seat to retrieve the dagger. Seeing this, Abang ignored the burning pain on his face and grabbed her flesh-colored stocking-clad thigh, dragging her back with all his might. Wen Yi’s fingertips had just touched the dagger when she was pulled back a short distance. He would never let this female assassin regain her weapon. He swung his fist and hammered her waist fiercely, thinking that her slender willow waist couldn’t possibly withstand his heavy punches.
But Wen Yi simply tensed her waist muscles. Abang’s several punches only produced dull thuds with no effect at all, as if hitting nothing. Abang was stunned. What kind of training did this Wen Yi have? Even a burly man would at least groan after taking several punches from him, let alone a woman.
Wen Yi saw that Abang was nothing special and not as formidable as the rumors claimed. She no longer bothered using her weapon and simply kicked him away. Then she pounced on top of him, her ten fingers clamping around his throat like iron rings. It seemed she wanted to kill him silently inside the car. Abang’s airway was locked, and he immediately couldn’t draw a single breath. His hands instinctively formed fists and hammered wildly at Wen Yi’s body, but it was like hitting solid ice — completely unmoved. He then tried tickling her under the armpits, but Wen Yi reacted as if she had no nerves at all. In desperation, he resorted to desperate measures, grabbing her long hair and yanking hard, but not a single strand came out. Wen Yi’s head didn’t move an inch, and her face still wore that frivolous, seductive expression.
“Mr. Abang, stop wasting your strength,” Wen Yi said, her eyes filled with wildness. She extended her pink tongue and licked his forehead, speaking in a charming voice, “This young lady thought you were handsome and wanted to let you die in the peak of pleasure with the aphrodisiac. Since you don’t appreciate it and insist on a painful way, then… hehe, what a pity for such a handsome man.”
Abang was shocked. How did she know his real name was Abang? But at this life-and-death moment, he had no time to think. Seeing that Wen Yi’s body was as hard as iron and completely unbreakable, like some kind of iron shirt technique he had heard of, he randomly groped all over her body, hoping to find a vital point that might give him a chance to turn the tables.
Wen Yi generously let Abang touch her body and laughed disdainfully, “Hehe, Mr. Abang, does my figure feel good? Hehe hehe, I didn’t practice the iron shirt. There’s no vital point. Stop wasting your effort!”
Abang, of course, didn’t know that Wen Yi practiced a certain secret Southeast Asian witchcraft. Since ancient times, the jungles of those regions produced all kinds of strange plants. Local women were not only passionate but also deeply vengeful. They often used gu curses on unfaithful men. Among them, a type similar to an aphrodisiac gu was especially sinister. Once inhaled, it made a person extremely aroused and lustful. With just a little stimulation, they would sink deep into desire, but afterward their meridians would go into chaos, their strength would completely disappear, and they would be unable to resist. In the end, they would die at the peak of orgasm. Countless unfaithful men had lost their lives on their mistresses’ beds because of it. Over time, most of these gu techniques were lost to history, but two unique secret arts — “Extreme Pleasure Gu” and “Copper Bone Strength” — were still passed down through generations. No one knew how Wen Yi had learned them.
Hearing Wen Yi’s words, Abang’s heart sank. He cursed inwardly. It seemed he was too ignorant. Did such a technique without vital points really exist in the world? It looked like he was going to be strangled to death by her today. He never imagined he would end up with the same fate as Xiaoxiao. In the blink of an eye, his face had turned purple-red. His legs were pinned under her and couldn’t kick. He wanted to step on the accelerator and make noise, but the car wasn’t even started…
Wen Yi watched Abang with satisfaction. All she needed to do now was wait for the moment he suffocated. Suddenly, she let out an extremely soft and brief moan. A flash of surprise crossed her lewd, smiling face, but it disappeared instantly and she quickly returned to normal. This subtle change naturally didn’t escape Abang, who was desperately fighting for his life. He realized his right hand was resting on the mysterious area between Wen Yi’s legs. What he felt was a soft, spongy mound — naturally the sensation of her flesh-colored pantyhose and black thong tightly wrapping her elastic, desire-filled treasure. When he gently pinched it earlier, it actually made the flawless Wen Yi react. Could her vital point be here?
Whether there was a vital point or not, he decided to try anyway. Abang immediately combined his index and middle fingers and began rubbing rapidly outside her immortal cave. Sure enough, Wen Yi let out a coquettish cry. The most sensitive part of a woman’s body was being attacked by Abang’s fingers. A charming, shy blush appeared on her heavily made-up oval face. Her sexy red lips parted. “You… you… oh…” The “you…” was her attempt to ask in shock, but the “oh…” came because Abang saw her expression change and immediately intensified his rubbing, turning her intended question into a soul-stirring moan.
Wen Yi had never expected Abang to accidentally touch her honey cave. For a moment, waves of tingling pleasure mixed with hot, lewd sensations spread from her peach blossom source throughout her body, feeling incredibly comfortable. This stimulation made her involuntarily open her mouth and moan softly, “Oh… oh… oh…” She knew the consequences of being affected by the aphrodisiac, so she tried her best to resist the pleasure. But a sticky liquid seemed to defy her, suddenly flowing out from her slit. This warm sensation made Wen Yi tremble again. Then her head tightened, and her brain began to throb with pain just like Abang’s earlier. Her upper body involuntarily leaned back onto the passenger seat, and a thin line of blood hung from her nostril. Seeing Wen Yi’s reaction was extremely similar to his own, Abang suddenly understood: It wasn’t that Wen Yi had no vital point — she had actually inhaled her own aphrodisiac mist in the car. As a result, her own secret weapon had backfired and trapped her as well.
Relieved, his hand movements unconsciously sped up. He rubbed the limp Wen Yi until she was writhing with lust, completely revealing her lewd and dissolute nature.
Now it was Wen Yi’s turn to suffer the torment of ice and fire. She never expected to be countered by Abang using her own “Extreme Pleasure Gu” aphrodisiac. She knew that the moment of orgasm would be the moment of death. Feeling more and more liquid flowing from her slit, she knew that if this continued, her life would be taken by him.
She reached out to pry away Abang’s flower-picking fingers. But the moment her palm touched his fingers, he delivered another round of stronger, deeper rubbing. An extremely tingling sensation surged forth, making Wen Yi cry out again, “Ah… oh!” Her attempt to pry his fingers away vanished in the bud because of this move. At this point, Wen Yi’s secret treasure was firmly controlled by Abang’s two fingers. With just light rubbing, he could easily toy with this sexy beauty. Her previously iron-hard body could no longer exert any strength. She could only pant urgently while moaning lewdly and begging, “Ohhh… no… stop… no… stop… it feels so good… I surrender… I surrender… mmm… mmm… no… stop…”
“Don’t stop? Good!” Abang had no intention of stopping. After his experience with Xiaoxiao, he understood that these female assassins were all treacherous. Showing even the slightest mercy could cost him his life. He felt his fingers were sticky and wet. Streams of hot, sticky liquid flowed endlessly from her slit. Her thong and pantyhose were already soaked, leaving a large dark patch in the center of her crotch. Soon, the clear liquid seeping through her intimate clothing flowed down her silk-stockinged thighs, soaking all the way into the tops of her knee-high white boots. He never expected to draw so much juice so quickly from this extremely lewd car model.
Feeling that rubbing alone was too slow, he simply slipped his hand inside her pantyhose, hooked aside the symbolic thong, and pushed a middle finger into the two already blooming meat petals, sinking all the way to the root! His fingertip skillfully hooked and dug at the deepest part of her body. Driven by the “Extreme Pleasure Gu,” it instantly detonated the hidden spring of lust deep within Wen Yi. She closed her eyes and cried out loudly in ecstasy, “Ah!!!” With this unrestrained cry, Wen Yi, in the prime of her lustful years, completely collapsed. Her lewd spring heart rapidly eroded every corner of her body. She couldn’t help moaning continuously, almost out of breath. Her “Copper Bone Strength” completely dissipated. Her iron-hard body fully softened. Her upper body slid down the seat and fell onto the foot mat under the passenger side. Her legs in knee-high white boots hung over the gear shift between the seats. She lay upside down in the car in an extremely lewd and messy position.
Seeing Wen Yi slide down onto the foot mat, Abang pressed his advantage. His flower-picking fingers began digging and stirring left and right, as if fanning a raging fire, forcing Wen Yi to completely reveal her lewd and sluttish nature. He fingered her until her true colors were fully exposed. Her round, plump ass twisted and writhed desperately, while lewd, soul-stirring moans kept spilling from her sexy lips.
Wen Yi felt as if Abang’s finger had turned into the all-powerful Golden Cudgel, churning violently inside her body. More and more clear fluid flowed out from her slit. Waves of warm, hot breath seemed to escape from the gap as well. She gradually felt as if her body was being hollowed out, and her whole body began floating in a daze. At the same time, her head hurt more and more. Even when she clutched it tightly with both hands, it didn’t help. She knew she absolutely could not cum again. The experienced woman desperately tried to think of unrelated things to distract herself and prevent reaching orgasm. Her long legs, wrapped in glossy stockings, repeatedly tried to clamp together, afraid that once she relaxed them, the fluid would spray violently out of her slit.
But things didn’t go as planned. The moment Wen Yi’s thighs tightened even slightly, the sharp-eyed Abang noticed. He swung his left hand and exaggeratedly pushed one of her legs aside. This only made her thighs spread even wider, opening her up more, which brought her to orgasm even faster. In an instant, another gush of clear fluid spurted out from the gap around his fingers, flowing backward onto her lower abdomen. Wen Yi’s firm, heaving breasts under her tight dress rose and fell more and more violently. Her heavily made-up face flushed with a natural red, like a ripe Fuji apple. Her small mouth opened thirstily, and one could clearly see her pink tongue trembling rhythmically inside as she panted weakly, “I can’t take it anymore… I can’t take it anymore… ugh… it feels too good… stop… ugh… I’m going to cum… I’m going to cum…”
Abang had already lost all interest in this sexy body. He continued fingering her until his fingers ached. Seeing that Wen Yi was still stubbornly resisting the arrival of her orgasm, only moaning lewdly without dying, this experienced lewd snake clearly knew how to control her climax. He thought: It looks like I need to add something extra, or this lewd snake won’t give up her life so easily! His left hand wasn’t idle. He grabbed one of her large, bouncing breasts, his five fingers squeezing tightly. Even though there was still a bra in the way, he could feel its soft fullness and incredible elasticity. Every squeeze made it bounce back powerfully. As he played with her chest, the stimulation pushed Wen Yi further and further toward the edge of ecstasy. Not only did the fluid from her lower body flow faster, but saliva dripped from her mouth and sweat poured from her body. Her panting grew faster and more urgent, eventually turning into continuous lewd cries: “Mmm… ahh… you’re going to fuck me to death… ohh… ahh… mmm… I can’t hold on… ohh… ohh… I can’t hold on… mmm…”
It was pleasure to the extreme and pain to the limit. Abang returned the favor with her own methods and said gently to Wen Yi, “Surrender your body.” With this extra stimulation, Wen Yi, who was already teetering on the edge, could no longer resist the surging tide. In a dazed, ecstatic state, her brows furrowed tightly as she let out a soft, charming moan: “Okay…” Accompanied by one final, delirious, soul-stirring cry, the long-built dam of desire finally collapsed completely. Her knee-high white boots trembled violently as if electrocuted, lifting high until they almost touched the sunroof. Large streams of clear fluid gushed wildly from her slit, carrying her life force out of her body. At the same time, it felt as if a bundle of gunpowder had exploded inside her head… The moment this final, unrestrained, lewd cry reached its highest pitch, before the flow of fluid even stopped, it suddenly cut off in her throat. Her raised white boots went limp like two soaked dough sticks, hanging over Abang’s shoulders. After a few spasms, they stopped moving completely.
Abang, afraid she wasn’t fully dead, continued fingering her for a few more seconds. Seeing that Wen Yi showed no reaction at all, he finally stopped. Disgusted, he pushed aside the white boots hanging on his shoulder, which fell onto the center console and then onto the gear shift. The fleshy, stocking-clad thighs still quivered slightly. Abang wiped his fingers on her ultra-short dress, then checked her carotid artery. Her body temperature was still there, but there was no pulse under the skin. Her fox-like eyes were tightly closed into slits, her red lips parted as if in longing, still wearing a dazed, extremely lewd expression. But it was gradually becoming fixed and lifeless. It was rather ironic that this seductive and sexy car model had ultimately died from overwhelming lust.
“Hmph, you brought this on yourself!” Abang muttered as he eagerly grabbed the pair of milky-white knee-high boots from the corpse’s legs, fondling them to his heart’s content. The calfskin boots clung tightly to her round, stocking-clad thighs. As his palm moved over them, he could fully feel the perfect leg curves unique to a car model, the full, elastic muscles of a woman’s legs, and the cool, alluring feel of the leather boots. The sensation made Abang hiss with pleasure. He found the zipper at the back of the boot, pulled it down gently, then grabbed the heel and twisted a few times, peeling the white boot off her leg. He folded it and stuffed it into his shoulder bag. This pair of knee-high white high-heeled boots, freshly stripped from a sexy car model’s feet and still carrying her scent, was a rare treasure many otakus could only dream of. Naturally, Abang claimed it as a trophy.
After securing his spoils, he began searching the corpse thoroughly from feet to head, checking for any other weapons or useful clues. After Wen Yi’s death, her copper-bone strength had completely dissipated. Her voluptuous corpse instantly returned to its original softness — even softer than average. Pinching it felt like squeezing a cotton ball, incredibly comfortable. To check more thoroughly, Abang lifted the hem of her ultra-short dress and spread her thighs even wider. The slutty snake’s thong area was now a large, wet mess, soaked with sticky clear fluid. Because she was lying head-down in the car, the messy, embarrassing liquid had not only soaked her panties and stockings but had also flowed backward across her entire lower abdomen, giving Abang a strong sense of achievement. He grabbed one slender ankle in each hand and lifted her thighs high again, examining her entire lower body openly. In doing so, he spotted something he had seen before in his line of sight: a chrysanthemum. To be precise, an eight-petaled chrysanthemum tattoo! It was located on the innermost part of her thigh root, right below the thong, still faintly visible under the pantyhose. It was identical to the chrysanthemum tattoo he had found on XiaoXiao before, even in the exact same position!
“There’s no way this is a coincidence.. It looks like this chrysanthemum tattoo is probably the identifier for assassins in this organization. This Wen Yi is most likely the same as Xiaoxiao — a female spy from this international group. Lin Yanni wasn’t bluffing. The organization really has people planted all around Rixin Company.” After his encounters with Xiaoxiao and Wen Yi, Abang was starting to form his own judgments.
Seeing that there were no more weapons hidden on the corpse and nothing else of value, it was time to say goodbye. However, looking at Wen Yi’s unrestrained, lewd lower body, a mischievous idea suddenly flashed through Abang’s mind. He couldn’t help chuckling wickedly. Without hesitation, he pulled Wen Yi’s thong and pantyhose down to her knees, exposing her lush, grassy area. He licked his lips, suppressing his evil thoughts, then lifted the sexy corpse from the seat and positioned her upper body in his arms. He moved her over the gear shift so that the thick, long lever was aimed directly at her honey cave. Then he let go. As the corpse sank down, the thick head of the lever brutally forced its way into her slit with a wet sound, inch by inch disappearing into the female corpse’s body until her entire ass was sitting on the gear shift. He left her in a wide V-shape, impaled on the shift lever.
Abang rubbed his hands together, admiring his macabre artwork and finally laughed, satisfied. He had always despised evil, and after his experiences, he had no sympathy for these seductive but malicious female spies and assassins.
After Wen Yi was fucked to death, Abang looked around through the car window. The exhibition hall was still packed with people, but no one had noticed the goings-on in the vehicle. Without the model, the car no longer attracted any attention. Reflecting on Shi Rong's enthusiastic invitation earlier, he concluded she and Wen Yi were in cahoots. Grabbing the car keys and zipping up his jacket to hide the bloodstains, he opened the car door and stepped out, acting composed.
He decided to find a place to call Lin Yanni and report the situation. But before that, he needed to make sure no one discovered Wen Yi’s corpse, or it might alert Shi Rong. So he deliberately walked to a farther spot, then took out the car key and pressed the lock button on the Audi TT display car. Strangely, the headlights didn’t flash. Instead, a mechanical sound came from the car body. “Huh?” What happened next left him frozen on the spot: The car roof slowly rose and then retracted backward, gradually revealing the seductive corpse sitting impaled on the gear shift… Oh my god, he had accidentally pressed the convertible top button instead of the lock! In a panic, he randomly pressed buttons on the key, trying to stop the roof, but not only did it not stop, he also accidentally pressed the alarm button. The horn blared loudly. Some auntie nearby screamed, “What the hell is going on!” The crowd in the exhibition hall fell silent for a second, then descended into massive chaos, rushing toward the main exit. The few security guards were instantly swallowed by the panicked mob.
The commotion also caught Shi Rong’s attention. From a distance, she saw Wen Yi’s corpse and knew the operation had failed. Taking advantage of the chaos, she slipped into the crowd. Abang, being tall, had a relatively clear view even in the crowd. After scanning a few times, he spotted her — mainly because the headband on her head was too eye-catching. She was moving toward the elevator.
Seeing Shi Rong trying to escape, Abang gave up on reporting to Lin Yanni for now and decided to catch this woman first. But Shi Rong was clearly closer to the elevator. Her slender figure weaved through the crowd, and in no time she slipped into the elevator. The doors began to close slowly.
Seeing her about to escape successfully, Abang pushed desperately toward the elevator. Unfortunately, he was still over thirty meters away, and the panicked visitors were shoving against him. There was no way he could reach it before the doors closed. Seeing Abang still far behind, Shi Rong knew she had truly escaped this time. She couldn’t help but show a triumphant expression and waved at Abang with a smile. When Abang finally reached the elevator, panting, it had already gone up to the third floor. Strange, why did she go to the third floor instead of the basement?
There was no time to think about it. He pressed the elevator button repeatedly. After stopping on the third floor for a few seconds, the elevator slowly began descending again.
Ding-dong. The elevator returned to the first floor. As the doors slowly opened, the scene before Abang left him completely confused: Shi Rong no longer looked triumphant. Her body in the beige trench coat lay sideways inside the elevator in an unnatural position, her wide hips very prominent, the soles of her high heels facing Abang. Puzzled, Abang stepped into the elevator and kicked her hip. Shi Rong’s sideways body obediently rolled over. Her eyes were rolled back, her mouth slightly open in a small O-shape — a perfect death expression. The only mark on her body was a moderate bullet hole in the center of her forehead, still gurgling with a mix of red and white fluid.
“Huh? What the hell is going on???” Abang was utterly bewildered. He checked Shi Rong’s nose — she was definitely dead. The bullet hole couldn’t be faked. She had clearly been shot in the head the moment she reached the third floor. Who had such accurate and ruthless aim? And why had she gone to the third floor?
But thinking there might be such a powerful person on the third floor, he felt a chill. Even if that person had killed Shi Rong, it could be to silence her, meaning they might be on the same side. Regardless of whether that person was friend or foe, he couldn’t stay in a place where two people had died.
He shrank his head down, blended into the surging crowd, and before the police arrived, slipped back to his rented apartment with doubts about how he had been exposed.
In front of the vanity mirror, freshly bathed Ding Ting was wrapped in a silk slip nightdress. Her skin was still steaming slightly from the hot bath. She was doing her pre-sleep skincare routine in front of the mirror. Her ten plump, jade-like fingers gently massaged her full, soft cheeks, slowly spreading the moisturizing night cream evenly. From time to time, she lightly tapped with her fingertips to help the fine cream gradually absorb into her skin. A few minutes later, she carefully applied another layer of eye cream around her eyes, followed by the usual massage. As the most delicate and age-revealing area of facial skin, she had always taken the most meticulous care of it. After years of maintenance with these expensive skincare products, her originally snow-white skin now had a peach blossom-like glow. It was almost flawlessly smooth and delicate, white with a hint of pink, without a single fine line. The quality of her skin was breathtaking, looking no less youthful than that of an eighteen-year-old girl. For a thirty-six-year-old woman, especially a respected lady of a wealthy family, such near-obsessive care for every inch of her skin was the necessary guarantee for eternal youth, and a daily ritual she had maintained for decades.
Under the soft glow of the wall lamp, Ding Ting’s gentle and meticulous skincare movements in front of the mirror were both charming and elegant. As her graceful waist twisted under the silk nightdress, the mature allure of a beautiful woman flowed naturally. Kameda sat silently on the edge of the bed, already burning with desire, but he knew that when his wife was doing her makeup, no one was allowed to disturb her. To her, a woman’s makeup was a sacred ritual that could not be interrupted — not even by her own husband. He could only wait obediently on the side.
Half an hour later, once Ding Ting finished her makeup, Turtle Field approached her cautiously, saying, “Madam, we are in a tight spot now. I didn’t expect the little rat to escape! What should we do?”
Ding Ting continued to sit in front of the mirror, admiring her reflection without a care about the failed endeavor. In contrast, Kameda was running in circles with anxiety. If they couldn't recover the USB with sensitive data, he'd not only lose his retirement fund but might face more severe consequences. He spun around, saying anxiously, "Why not bring in more hitmen, madam? We must squeeze the USB's location out of the kid by any means necessary, or we're in deep trouble."
"No~" Ding Ting finally spoke, casually dismissing his idea. Kameda perked up, anticipating her next plan. After a pause, she smirked, stating coldly, "This time, I'll take matters into my own hands and get rid of this rat in our company myself. I’ll kill him unaware and disoriented, just like a rat in the dark."
Kameda was shocked and immediately objected, "What? You’re going to do it yourself, madam? This isn't a joke. We can hire someone with the money; There’s no need for you to take the risk, right?”
"Kameda-kun~~~" Ding Ting turned her head with a seductive smile, her arms wrapping around his neck, displaying her ample cleavage for him. "You’re my husband; can't I do something for you, hmm~~~?"
Poor Kameda had no idea that Ding Ting wasn’t doing this for the USB drive. This woman, who had already stolen the drive long ago, was only thinking about ending Abang’s life. She had to eliminate this threat. But the clueless Kameda was deeply moved by her words. Overjoyed, he planted a heavy kiss on her breast. From the moment Ding Ting entered the bath, he had already applied aphrodisiac oil and taken Viagra early. This old flame was burning fiercely. With the medicine taking full effect, after a few passionate kisses he impatiently pulled his wife into his arms, embracing her fragrant body. The enchanting sensation spread rapidly from his hands throughout his body. Kameda lowered his head and devoured her full, red lips. Ding Ting let out a charming soft moan, her mature, voluptuous body trembling. Instead of resisting, she responded with almost crazy enthusiasm. She sucked hard on Kameda’s tongue, hugging his neck tightly as if she wanted to melt into one with her husband.
Under the effects of Viagra, the scrawny Kameda easily lifted the voluptuous Ding Ting and laid her on the soft, luxurious bed. He slipped his hand into her slip dress, grasping and hungrily kneading one of her massive breasts. His right hand slid under her skirt. Ding Ting wasn't wearing underwear, making it easier for him.
Kameda’s right hand covered her pubic mound, rubbing and massaging in circles. Soon, large amounts of honey juice flowed from her slit, dripping onto his palm. He extended one finger and gently rubbed her entrance. Her lewd juices immediately soaked his finger. With a smooth slide, his finger entered her vagina.
"Oh~~~~" A moan, sultry and deep, escaped from Ding Ting's lips as she involuntarily shuddered, her body releasing more fluids that enveloped Kameda’s finger. He could feel the soft, wet folds enveloping his finger, and he started moving it in a rhythm, exploring her inside. Tightly wrapped around Kameda's finger, it felt like she wanted to engulf it entirely. Kameda could distinctly feel the tender folds inside of her, so he continued fingering, twisting and thrusting within her cavern. "AhOhAhOhOhOh" Waves of ecstasy rolled through Ding Ting, making her moan and whimper, quickly driving her wild with pleasure. It wasn't that Kameda was incredibly skilled; rather, the mature Ding Ting was extremely aroused, and the slightest stimulation ignited her passionate desire.
Kameda pulled his finger out and used both hands to quickly strip off the silk slip nightdress, tossing it casually onto the floor. Ding Ting’s snow-white, voluptuous, and infinitely seductive mature body was now completely exposed in front of him. This thirty-six-year-old woman had never been pregnant, so her massive breasts remained full and firm with no sign of sagging. Her skin, long nourished by milk baths, was as smooth and delicate as a young girl’s, yet possessed a fullness and texture that girls lacked. This made Kameda pant like an old bull. His hands skillfully roamed all over her body.
Ding Ting’s body, full of mature womanly allure, could not withstand Kameda’s teasing at all. Under him, she twisted and writhed lewdly, moaning nonstop. At this point, she had completely fallen into the whirlpool of lust. She cried out seductively and begged, “Anata! Ah! Anata! Take me! Ah! Hurry! Hurry up… I can’t take it anymore!” While moaning lewdly, she slid her body downward, eagerly meeting Kameda. Kameda responded with a grunt. After finding her entrance with his cock, he lines himself up and thrust his hips down hard. With a wet “pssh” sound and splashing juices, he smoothly entered the exclusive passage that only her husband could enjoy, reaching straight to her deepest flower core.
Oh~~~” Both moaned in satisfaction and joy. There was a gushing within Ding Ting, as if a dam had broken as clear fluids gushed out endlessly, providing continuous lubrication for their coupling. Energized by the drugs, Kameda gripped her seductive waist, and began pounding fiercely. Each thrust elicited a scream from Ding Ting, a mixture of pain and pleasure, as waves of tingling sensation flooded her from her core. She cried out loudly in ecstasy, moaning and shaking, her body swaying like a leaf in the storm, with the experienced woman moving her hips in sync with Kameda's thrusts, meeting him eagerly.
This experienced married woman kept twisting her beautiful ass, hungrily and skillfully meeting Kameda’s thrusts — moving up and down, left and right, occasionally rotating in circles, trying to make every one of his impacts hit her fully and deeply. The Ding Ting who appeared dignified and untouchable in public became an insatiable slut in the privacy of the bedroom, fully enjoying the ultimate physical pleasure.
The two of them went at it heavily and intensely for over an hour, as if the end of the world was coming. Suddenly, Ding Ting’s body tensed up. Her legs clamped tightly around Kameda’s waist as her plump, white ass shook back and forth. She cried out joyfully and lewdly, “Ugh… ah… ugh… I’m… I’m about to cum… I’m about to cum… ugh… ah… I’m about to cum! Quick, quick, cum inside me! I want it! I want it!” Her lewd and seductive cries constantly fueled the old lecher. Sure enough, a huge wave of semen surged into her body, spraying wildly against her core. “Ah!” Ding Ting let out a final hysterical scream. Her legs spread to the maximum as she let the flood rage inside her, greedily sucking in large amounts of his essence. She seemed to be savoring the ultimate pleasure and comfort of life, completely filling her bottomless lust. After his massive release, Kameda finally collapsed weakly on top of his wife.
Ding Ting, who had suppressed her passion all day, had finally let it all out. With closed eyes, her face flushed, lips slightly parted, she looked even more enticing. She lay on the bed, sweat-soaked and breathing heavily, the rapid rise and fall of her chest betraying the intensity of their recent activities. Still intimately connected with Kameda, their naked bodies intertwined, the room was filled with the atmosphere of debauchery.
After a while, Kameda caught his breath, still wriggling atop Ding Ting like a cockroach, and lasciviously smirked, “Madam, how do you plan to get rid of those two mainland agents? Heh heh~”
Ding Ting, with her eyes slightly closed and a satisfied smile on her face, seemed still lost in the ecstasy of their recent lovemaking. Hearing Kameda's words, she moaned lightly and responded breathily, “We need to deal with them one by one. There’s a high-society ball next Sunday afternoon, the annual event that I usually host. Send He Ran an invitation. Once he's alone at the ball, well…” Her voluptuous face brightened at this point, and with a finger adorned with purple nail polish, she elegantly drew a line across her throat.
Chapter Two
Meanwhile, on the day Abang narrowly escaped with his life from the auto show, he shared the details with Lin Murong that evening. This further confirmed her earlier intel: enemy agents had indeed infiltrated the Nisshin Company and its surroundings, likely aiming for the antigravity technology. They had to be even more careful from now on. Of course, Abang dared not mention his close call at the auto show to anyone at the company. After a nerve-wracking week, nothing happened, and everything seemed normal with his boss Chen Xuan and colleague Jiang Ruohong. Then, one afternoon near the end of the month, he found an invitation on his desk to the high-society ball, with Kameda and his wife's names at the bottom.
Abang was taken aback but felt honored. Since the invitation came from the Chairman and his wife, and the event would be filled with beauties, there was no reason to refuse.
On the day of the ball, Abang took a good nap to recharge, dressed up in a suit, and took a taxi to the Waldorf Hotel. Established in 1911, the same year as China's independence, the Waldorf, with its neoclassical architecture located in the bustling Bund area, was one of the few outstanding structures remaining from old Shanghai. It was a top choice for the affluent in Shanghai to hold parties, blending its deep historical roots with modern luxury.
As Abang stepped out of the taxi, he walked on a long red carpet that extravagantly led to the hotel entrance, signifying the event's grandiosity. Inside the revolving doors, tall male attendants in British butler uniforms and pretty female attendants in short, white princess dresses stood on either side, offering one-on-one VIP services to the guests per European royal private butler standards, highlighting the ball’s nobility and formality. Of course, each guest held an invitation; those without were naturally turned away.
After showing his invitation, Abang entered through the revolving doors and was quickly greeted by a female attendant in a princess dress. She led him to a side door into a long corridor with a plush red carpet that gave a floating sensation when stepped on. As he approached the ballroom at the end of the corridor, the soft, elegant music playing inside piqued his anticipation for the 'scenery' within.
Stepping into the ballroom, Abang was instantly struck by the dreamlike view: the grand, luxurious room adorned with Gothic architectural elements gathered almost all the famous ladies of Shanghai. They wore various gorgeous dresses, some walking elegantly looking for companions, others chatting and laughing in groups. Female attendants in short skirts and black stockings moved among them with trays of drinks. The room, decorated especially for the ball, was in tones of pink and white, symbolizing women’s nobility, romance, and purity, with an exotic and dreamy atmosphere. Top-tier French jewelry, including crowns, necklaces, and rings, were displayed around, their supreme quality self-evident. Abang rubbed his eyes, never having dared to imagine he'd be a part of this group one day. He couldn’t help but marvel at the brilliant design of the Chinese character ‘媛,’ which effortlessly brings to mind images of graceful and elegant women, capturing their refined allure and splendid beauty in a simple stroke.
As the ball was about to start, with the atmosphere heating up, the star of the show—Ding Ting—finally made her entrance, walking slowly on the red carpet outside the dance floor. At 36, her meticulously made-up face glowed, radiating a captivating charm, especially with the hint of arrogance in her eyes, which made this mature beauty even more enchanting.
Since seeing her at the tenth-anniversary celebration, her mature charm had left a deep impression on Abang. He had only been able to glance at her from afar last time, but now he intended to take a good look. He stepped towards the red carpet to get a closer view. Ding Ting entered the dance floor with a smile, her long hair elegantly styled to suit the day’s theme, wearing a purple floor-length gown with diamonds. This expensive dress, probably custom-made to fit her voluptuous figure, was snug and accentuated her tempting waist and delightful hips. The low-cut design exposed a significant amount of her fair and smooth skin both in front and at the back. The dress hung on her body with thin straps crossed at the back of her neck, showcasing her full and voluptuous figure and complementing the necklace she wore. This sight was visually striking, tastefully revealing the sensual parts of a woman; below the necklace, the captivating cleavage was clearly visible, making it easy to imagine the fullness of the breasts hidden under the gown. Staring at her, Abang couldn’t help but swallow.
As she gracefully walked on the red carpet, her expensive black suede high-heeled shoes occasionally peeked out from under the gown. The slender laces wrapped around her ankles over black stockings, adding a touch of charm. The high heels accentuated the sway of her hips, showcasing the unique charm of mature women. Indeed, not every beautiful woman can pull off wearing evening gowns, but without a doubt, Ding Ting, with her full yet slender figure, was born for such dresses.
Ding Ting walked straight towards the champagne table. Under the colorful lights, the expensive jewelry she wore on her ears and neck looked exceptionally luxurious, perfectly blending with her dazzling gown, radiating an aura of nobility and mature sex appeal. Although she was enticing, her noble demeanor gave people the feeling that she could only be admired from a distance, not approached frivolously.
When the lady boss arrived, Abang quickly approached her to greet her, “Madam Ding, hello. Thank you very much for the invitation!”
Ding Ting saw Abang and greeted him with a polite and undisturbed smile, “Nice to see you, Rayn.” As she said this, she slowly extended her right hand, which was covered with a black lace glove, in a gesture for him to take it.
Abang quickly mimicked what he had seen in films, gently lifted her fingers, and lightly kissed the back of her hand. Although there was a glove, he could still feel how soft and warm her fingers were. The expensive perfume she wore began to envelop him, its alluring scent stimulating his desires, causing his gaze to heat up.
Ding Ting elegantly withdrew her hand, smiling, “Mr. He, so young and already a distinguished graduate from a renowned university. Such a gentleman, knowing how to treat a lady. Truly, a catch. Today, the room's filled with Shanghai’s elite and beautiful women. If you’re interested in any of the young ladies here, I'd be delighted to make introductions.”
“Oh? Well, uh, thank you, Madam Ding,” Abang, a mere scholar, had never been in such a high-end setting. He was already struggling with the earlier gesture of hand-kissing and now, flustered by the provocative words from this enchanting mature beauty, he was at a loss for words.
As Abang stood there awkwardly, Chairman Kameida approached, whispering in Ding Ting's ear, “Madam, about that anti-gravity machine…” He glanced at Abang before he could finish, eyeing him up and down. Dressed decently for the event, Abang’s appearance in an expensive suit, standing next to Ding Ting, felt out of place with his sleazy face and short stature.
Understanding the situation, Ding Ting smiled and gestured for Abang to feel at ease, then turned to have a private conversation with Kameida. Abang, having heard the term “anti-gravity machine,” couldn't let it go, pretending to walk away and then stooping as though to tie his shoe, keeping an eye on their actions.
He saw Ding Ting sneak a USB drive from her Chanel purse into Kameida’s hands. The USB had some English letters on it, and with sharp eyes, Abang barely made out the term “Anti-Gravity Machine”! Kameida quickly pocketed it, scurrying off into the adjacent dining hall.
Abang was ecstatic; he hadn't expected to stumble upon the USB drive. With a heart full of excitement, he calmly found a spot with a view of the dining hall and observed. After about five minutes, Kameida peeked out, looking around thinking no one noticed, and stealthily left the room. Abang could tell he was wearing a different suit, undoubtedly having changed out of the one with the USB. Upon inquiring with a waitress, Abang confirmed the changing room was indeed next to the dining hall.
Opportunity knocks but once!
As the lights dimmed and the MC gracefully began introducing the debutantes (young women making their first appearance in society), five elegant young ladies, escorted by gentlemen, stepped onto the stage. Abang cast a disdainful glance, thinking cynically about the girls and reminiscing about his own beloved Zhu Liying, who wouldn't be inferior to them in any way. His thoughts lingered on her, wondering if she was keeping warm in the chilly weather, if she was well, and if she was thinking of him too.
Once the MC finished introducing the debutantes and the music started, the ball officially began. Gentlemen escorted the ladies into the dance floor, gliding gracefully amidst a scene of luxury and elegance, reminiscent of a fairy-tale. Abang, acting nonchalant with a glass in hand, sneaked into the dining hall, taking advantage of the dim lights and general lack of attention.
This clumsy, self-proclaimed secret agent believed he moved unnoticed, but every action was under the watchful eyes of Ding Ting and her husband in the corner. As he slipped into the dining room, Ding Ting shot Kameida a triumphant look, saying, “What’d I tell you? There’s something off with this kid.”
Quick to agree, Kameida replied, “Indeed, indeed, madam is so wise. With just a tiny bait, we got this fool hooked. What’s our next move?”
Ding Ting, satisfied, glanced at her long gloves and smiled, “When he kissed my hand, the dumb thief got glow-in-the-dark powder from my glove onto his lips. It won’t come off unless washed with a special solution; otherwise, it'll take days. After you turn off the lights in the dining room, his head will literally be a glowing target. With me in the dark and him illuminated, no matter how skilled he is, he can't dodge my bullet.”
With confidence, she let out a cold laugh, making Kameida join in with his own sinister giggles.
The dining room, prepared for the after-party tea, had long tables and chairs set up, with fruits and pastries ready. The marble floor was covered with a soft white wool carpet, thickened to comfort the high-heeled guests, feeling like walking on a flower-bedded garden. Noticing the appealing imported fruits, Abang, a food lover, couldn’t resist stealing a large black plum, saving it for later.
He locked the door and found the changing room next to the dining area. Inside, aside from a row of wardrobes, there was no other place to hide a USB. Searching through, he found Kameida's suit hanging quietly in wardrobe C, with the USB inside bearing the English words ‘Anti-Gravity Machine’ - jackpot!
Excited, he kissed the USB, pocketed it, and was about to leave, humming a tune. In good spirits and feeling peckish, he bit into the stolen plum, enjoying its sweet juice. Just as he stepped out, the lights in the dining room suddenly went out, followed by the sound of a bullet whizzing past and hitting the wall behind him.
Chapter Three
Abang was startled, adrenaline pumping. Although he knew he should hide, his legs wouldn’t move, so he dove to the floor, crawling behind a table. As it happened, the glowing powder on Abang’s lips was covered by the plum, making the room completely dark. Ding Ting could only fire toward where she remembered Abang to be, missing him and hitting the wall instead. This not only failed to kill Abang but alerted him to the assassin's presence. She adjusted quickly, firing around where the first bullet landed.
Abang, now behind the table, heard bullets landing near his feet. Fortunately, the shooter was firing blindly and missed. Gathering his wits, he knew that in the pitch-black room, neither could see the other, and whoever exposed their position first would lose. However, another bullet whizzed dangerously close to his scalp, startling him into dropping the plum, which rolled away, glowing faintly due to the powder. Seeing this, Abang was shocked. When he put his hand to his mouth and looked, he saw a faint glow.
“Damn it, when did I get this crap on me!” He couldn’t help but inwardly curse himself for being careless, not realizing someone had marked him with glow powder. He quickly covered his mouth and checked the rest of his body.
Planning to change spots since staying in the dining room would eventually get him shot, Abang noticed the silent gunfire continued as the shooter sprayed bullets around. Worse, after a series of over ten shots, there was only a faint sound of reloading without any noticeable pause, leaving no opportunity for him. Surprised by the speed of the reload, it felt familiar but he had no time to think further. He quickly lit a cigarette, threw it away to divert the shooter's attention, then grabbed a couple of fruit knives from the table and sprinted back to the changing room. Even though the thick carpet muffled his steps, the assailant still detected the slight noise, with bullets following close behind him. He barely made it to the changing room in time.
Now in a relatively safe spot, Abang knew he needed to locate the shooter or else he’d eventually be found and killed, despite having knives. He tried the changing room’s light switch with no success. The main power must've been turned off. Recalling what Lin Murong taught him, he broke a mirror, picked up a shard, and used it to peek out, seeing only darkness without any discernible figures.
“Hey, asshole outside, have the balls to tell me your name! I don't kill nameless dogs,” he yelled from beside the door, trying to provoke the shooter into responding. A charming woman's laugh echoed through the dining room, followed by a voice, “Mr. He, trying to locate me by my voice? Hmm.”
Abang felt desperate; the voice was coming from speakers positioned all around, making it impossible to locate its source. But it sounded extremely familiar. “Do you know where I am now?” the woman spoke again, and this time, he recognized it, exclaiming, “Mrs. Ding!”
“Hello, Mr. Abang. Sorry we have to meet like this in the dark,” the voice responded.
Abang was taken aback again, mind in turmoil. Not just because his identity was exposed again but because he couldn’t reconcile the image of Ding Ting with that of an assassin. How could the chairman’s wife be the person trying to kill him? A bullet hit the changing room's door bolt, making him move further inside, away from the door.
Rapidly recalling recent events, he thought about Wenyi who tried to assassinate him at the car show, and now Mrs. Ding. The only explanation was that his cover was blown, and it all started after that night in the archives room. Could it be that the person who uncovered him was among the other two there that night? That would explain why Ding Ting's shooting and reloading speed felt familiar; it was similar to how the fleeing person got shot that night, making it plausible that Ding Ting was one of the three. Thinking of this, he tentatively said, “Ha, Mrs. Ding, it seems this isn’t our first meeting in the dark, we met that night in the archives room, didn’t we?”
Ding Ting responded with a few bullets, unwilling to discuss the matter. Her high heels made no sound on the soft carpet, and her dark purple evening gown blended with the surroundings, effectively concealing her. Abang backed up a little more, trying his best to locate Ding Ting through the sound of her silenced pistol, but for someone untrained like him, that was a long shot. Still, he could sense her steadily approaching the changing room. Suddenly, a man’s voice echoed, “Madam, about that night in the archives room…”
“Don’t listen to his nonsense, the kid's babbling nonsense as death approaches,” Ding Ting quickly interrupted, taking a few more steps towards the changing room.
Abang recognized it as Guitian’s voice, but something seemed odd. Guitian, supposedly Ding Ting’s husband and accomplice, sounded unaware of her presence that night. Interesting! Since there seemed to be a rift between the two, perhaps this was an opportunity. So, he taunted, “Guitian, you big idiot, you don’t even know your wife sneaks into the company to steal secrets. One day you'll be wearing a cuckold’s hat and won’t even know it, huh?”
“Shut up! You little conman, you think making up stories will save you?” Ding Ting angrily responded. She wished she could rush in and blow Abang’s brains out but hesitated, cautious of whether he had a weapon. She approached carefully while keeping him suppressed with her gun. Noticing her angry tone, Abang was certain she had kept Guitian in the dark about something. Since he was stuck, he decided to let it all out, “Madam Ding, you're forgetful. That night you shot a woman in the back, didn’t you?”
Right after he spoke, Guitian gasped and asked in shock, “Ma-Madam, you weren’t looking for the woman with a bruise on her back because of that, were you?”
“Guitian, use your brain! This is not the time to fall for his divisive tricks!” Ding Ting sharply reprimanded him.
The more Abang talked, the more it seemed to make sense, “Sowing discord? I spit! Clearly, Mrs. Ding has dirty secrets. That night you sneaked into the archives room to steal the gravity machine USB, and I caught you red-handed. And why else would you specifically look for a woman with a back bruise unless you shot her? You stole the USB! You’re trying to silence me… Oh shit!” Bullets hit the changing room wall, making Abang duck and cover. But he kept talking, “Guitian, you dumbass, your wife deceived you thoroughly, and you don't even know it. Look at yourself; not even a sow would fancy you. Why do you think she married you? She has an agenda!”
Abang was just testing the waters, but as he spoke, even he found the story plausible. And indeed, it was the truth. Guitian wasn’t stupid; he sensed something was off. His tone changed, “Madam, you also wanted the gravity machine USB, right?”
Guitian tried to continue, but there was a muted gunshot, and his sentence was cut short. With a grunt, he collapsed to the ground, motionless. Abang was dumbfounded. He just wanted to stir up a dispute between the couple so he could escape in the chaos. He never expected Ding Ting would kill Guitian without hesitation – her own husband! Clearly, the two were at odds, ostensibly working together against him but with hidden agendas.
At this moment, Ding Ting’s smug laughter rang out. “Guitian, let me tell you, not only was I in the archives room that night, but I also offed those three security guards. You poor bug, finding out only when you’re about to die. Seek revenge in your next life, hehehe…” After speaking, she shouted towards the changing room, “Mr. Abang, now it's just you and me. Sorry to say, but it looks like your little schemes have fallen flat.”
“Ding Ting! You’re going wild! There’s a ball next door; aren’t you afraid of being charged with intentional homicide?!” Abang raised his voice intentionally, hoping someone in the adjacent ballroom would hear him. However, the high-end hotel’s soundproof walls, coupled with the melodious music from the ballroom, made his effort futile.
“No~no~no~,” Ding Ting corrected, smirking, “It's you who broke into the company’s archives room at night to snatch Mitsubishi’s legitimate intellectual property, and today, you even killed Chairman Guitian. And I, a weak woman, took advantage of the murderer’s unpreparedness and killed him on the spot. When the police arrive, I can explain everything. Unfortunately, by that time, you won't even have a chance to defend yourself. Oh, and Shi Rong, who was killed during the car show, was also silenced by me. That dumb girl exposed herself and still stupidly tried to find me. It’s quite a pity. She lost her life over 100,000 yuan paid by me. However, Mr. Abang, I’m afraid this will also be on your tab when the police arrive.”
As she spoke, she moved closer to the changing room door, now less than ten steps away. Abang was like an ant on a hot pan, desperate, not expecting his daydreams of being a hero would end with him cornered in a tiny changing room like a rat.
At that moment, something extremely strange happened. The lights in the banquet hall suddenly turned bright again. Not only Ding Ting, but even Abang was caught off guard by the sudden change. Then, Kameda’s weak, intermittent voice sounded: “Ding Ting… you… you poisonous snake… if I… I can’t live… you… you won’t… live either…”
Unexpectedly, Kameda still had one last breath left. What shocked the two of them even more was that this dying man actually crawled over and turned on the main power switch. Bang! Bang! Bang! Three gunshots rang out in succession. In a fit of rage, Ding Ting fired wildly and finished Kameda off.
Abang, hiding in the changing room, was momentarily stunned, then realized his chance had finally come! He might not be good at many things, but throwing knives was something he had practiced since childhood — he was very confident in it. Taking advantage of the moment Ding Ting turned her gun toward Kameda, he exposed his arm and threw with full strength. A flash of cold light shot straight toward the sexy, voluptuous Ding Ting! She was wearing a cumbersome floor-length evening gown and couldn’t move as nimbly as Xiaoxiao. Once she lost the cover of darkness, she had nowhere to hide. The knife hit her with ease.
“Ah!” A long, miserable scream echoed through the entire banquet hall via the speakers. Ding Ting felt a heart-wrenching pain in her lower abdomen. Her face turned deathly pale as she involuntarily bent over, pressing both hands tightly against her stomach in an attempt to ease the pain. The gun in her hand had already been dropped and forgotten. “Ugh… oh… ugh… ohhh…” She kept moaning nonstop. Her diamond-encrusted high heels staggered a few steps on the carpet. Her previously triumphant expression twisted horribly from the pain, her head almost dropping to her chest. She struggled to lift her head and panted, “Ohhh… you… you… you actually… used… a… fruit… knife… ohhh… it hurts…”
Abang still had one more fruit knife in his hand, but he was in no hurry to throw it. To be honest, he deliberately wanted to let Ding Ting suffer a little longer. This ruthless and vicious cunning noblewoman deserved such a fate. Ding Ting glanced at the remaining fruit knife in his hand. Desperate to survive, she twisted her ankles and turned her body, attempting to flee. But her extremely high thin heels could not support her staggering, voluptuous mature body. After only a few unsteady steps, she let out a weak moan and collapsed, kneeling on the carpet.
Ding Ting knelt with her back facing Abang. The toes of her suede high heels were still stubbornly pointed against the ground, trembling nonstop. She gasped heavily while letting out loud cries of pain. The twisting agony in her abdomen made her drop all her pretenses. On her beautiful face with half-closed eyes, a seductive charm actually appeared, making her pained moans sound increasingly lewd and obscene in Abang’s ears. He spat contemptuously, “Pah! Acting all noble and lofty, but you’re just a total slut. Go die!” With that, he threw the last fruit knife in his hand. Whoosh! It struck Ding Ting squarely in the back, severing the strap of her evening gown. Immediately, her proud, voluptuous body shook violently as if struck by a heavy object. “Ugh… ohhh…” She let out a long, descending cry that sounded almost coquettish. Her chest thrust forward forcefully, as if trying to prevent the knife from sinking too deep, but the strike was too vital. In the end, her upper body still collapsed forward like a sack of potatoes, landing face-down on the floor. Blood gurgled out from the tear in her diamond-encrusted evening gown. The light in her half-closed, seductive eyes gradually faded, but she still used her final strength to glare at Kameda’s corpse, her eyes filled with resentment.
Another wave of intense pain struck. Ding Ting’s voluptuous but weakened body could no longer hold on. She convulsed violently. She suddenly felt terrified. Her body, which she had always treated so well, was now out of control and beginning to spasm. Her internal organs twisted with unbearable pain — a kind of suffering she had never experienced before. She felt as if she was about to “float away,” light and airy, yet somewhat similar to the feeling of climaxing under her husband. She became restless and could not accept the cruel reality. Panting urgently, she muttered deliriously, “No… don’t… no… don’t…” Her speech grew faster and more frantic, the fear in her voice deepening.
Abang watched the sexy, twitching body on the ground. His lower body actually reacted involuntarily. Soon, he heard a soft moan from her throat — “Mmm” — uttered through her nose, sounding like the pained yet pleasurable noise a woman makes when being penetrated. It sounded especially lewd and bone-melting to Abang. Immediately after, her voluptuous, fair body shuddered violently as if having a chill. She even twisted her plump, full ass one last time before falling completely still, ascending to the heavens most unwillingly, leaving behind a pile of soft, white, voluptuous dead flesh on the carpet.
This wretched couple finally met their deserved end. Kameda, with his last breath, dragged this venomous woman to hell with him. Ding Ting could never have imagined being killed by her dumb husband. Wrapped in her gown, she lay motionless. The countless rhinestones studded on the dress continued to sparkle under the lights, glittering like stars around her sexy, voluptuous corpse. However, the two fruit knives stabbed into her abdomen and back looked extremely jarring, completely ruining the beauty. The body beneath the gown was already lifeless, without the slightest sign of breath.
Abang let out a breath and gripped the knife handle, trying to pull it out. The blade was buried very deep. As soon as he applied force, blood welled up from where the knife met the flesh. With a stronger tug, the corpse lifted slightly, and a gush of blood poured out, dyeing the rhinestones on the gown into blood-red gems. Abang thought she might still twitch a few times, but the female corpse showed no reaction at all. She had died completely and thoroughly, without even a single nerve spasm left. He wondered where all those expensive nutrients she consumed had gone.
He used his toe to flip her shoulder, rolling the corpse over. The dead Ding Ting rolled halfway and lay supine at his feet, her left cheek pressed against the floor. Her elegantly drawn eyebrows still held a faint dusting of powder. Beneath the willow-leaf brows, her seductive eyes had rolled back, showing only the whites. Her face no longer held any trace of nobility — only a complete death expression. Her once elegantly styled hair had come loose, messily covering her plump back and rounded shoulders. Her arms were bent and raised to the sides. Her legs in expensive black silk stockings were stacked, with the suede lace-up high heels still firmly tied to her feet.
Abang also kicked Kameda’s corpse a few times. This pitiful man had been shot dead by his own wife with four bullets and was already long gone. But in the end, he had still helped Abang greatly. With the rage from years of being deceived, he used his final breath to turn on the power switch, allowing Abang to complete his revenge. This couple was truly something else.
Looking at Kameda’s wretched dead face and then at the sexy beauty lying beside him in her evening gown, the extreme contrast between ugly and beautiful felt utterly jarring. Thinking that such a voluptuous beauty had been exclusively enjoyed by this sleazy man for ten years made Abang furious.
"Shit! If that scumbag could have her, why can’t I?!"
As he spoke, a tent had already formed in Abang’s crotch. He immediately undid his belt, intending to pick up her corpse and continue,but her dead body was limp and heavier than he had imagined. It felt heavy like it was filled with water and kept slipping downward. Unable to lift her properly, he grabbed her under the armpits and dragged the corpse slowly to the dining table. Then he hugged her waist, exerted force, and finally hoisted the round, fleshy, jiggling body onto the table. The two plump black-stockinged thighs hung down the edge of the table, looking even meatier where they pressed against the surface.
Abang thought his movements had been gentle enough, but the heavy breasts still shook and jiggled vigorously from being placed down, bouncing happily in front of his eyes. He reached out with both hands and grabbed these bouncing “big white rabbits.” He pulled down the low-cut neckline of the evening gown, pushed up her bra to fully exposed her chest, and seized the massive breasts in his palms. He stroked them lightly, kneaded them slowly, then squeezed them hard, pulling them apart and pushing them together, rubbing them back and forth. Although his palms were large, they still couldn’t fully cover the noble, massive breasts. It reminded him of a noodle master kneading dough. Of course, he wasn’t satisfied with just that. He began to wantonly caress her entire body. He could feel the rich feminine fat beneath her skin, making her flesh feel thick, soft, and extremely pleasant to the touch. This made Abang’s face flush with excitement and his breathing grow heavy.
He jumped onto the dining table and sat on the beautiful woman’s soft, plump belly. He nestled his thick cock into the deep, snow-white, seductive cleavage. Then he grabbed both massive breasts and squeezed them inward forcefully! The corpse’s cleavage was very deep and slippery. The squeezing sensation was extremely strong, still carrying the warmth and perfume from when she was alive. He immediately felt his cock being tightly wrapped by a mass of warm, fragrant, soft flesh. The numbing pleasure was incredible. He held her breasts together and rapidly thrust his cock between them. The head repeatedly poked out from the front of the cleavage and then retreated back into the soft valley — out, in, out, in… He moved faster and faster. Before long, his shaft was burning with lust from the friction of her soft, tender breast flesh. His cock twitched, and the pent-up heat erupted wildly, shooting a long white line from the corpse’s chest all the way to her face. Quite a lot also landed on her face. Abang contentedly shook the corpse’s breasts. Indeed, only the well-nourished breasts of a pampered noblewoman like Ding Ting could provide the perfect titfuck. Natural gifts, postnatal nourishment, and enough years of maturity — all were indispensable.
He reached out and smeared the cum all over her face. This face, which had cost who knows how many expensive cosmetics, now looked glossy and shiny under the coating of male essence.
Although somewhat tired, he still needed to hurry and continue punishing this cold-blooded female assassin’s corpse. He jumped off the table, eagerly spread the female corpse’s thighs, and buried his head under the long evening gown. He yanked her panties down to her ankles and removed them. The priceless royal abalone was now fully exposed under the skirt. Since he couldn’t see clearly with his head under the long dress, he turned on his phone’s flashlight. He saw that the entrance had a bit of black coloring and was slightly open. It looked like she had enjoyed quite a lot of married life. “Heh heh, today I’m going to let you taste Lord Bang’s wild flavor!” He pulled out his already fully erect siege hammer, pressed it against the barely closed jade gate, and pushed. The area was already flooded from her final orgasm before death. With a slight thrust, he parted the outer lips and drove straight in.
Abang felt that her inner walls were quite loose, and there was still plenty of clear fluid from her death throes for lubrication. His siege hammer slid in very comfortably and easily until it reached the end. “Truly an old fox!” He laughed and slapped one of her massive breasts. Then he began thrusting rhythmically with large movements — in and out, again and again. His ten fingers kneaded her proud snow peaks wantonly. One thrust, two thrusts, three thrusts… “Madam Ding… you never expected this, did you? Heh heh… Serves you right for being arrogant, high and mighty! And for trying to kill me!” Abang panted heavily. With every curse, he delivered a vicious thrust. The female corpse’s voluptuous body shook violently, causing her fleshy curves to tremble all over and wrinkling the tablecloth underneath. However, this lifeless corpse no longer gave any passionate responses or those soul-stirring lewd moans. Her stiff face naturally wore an indifferent expression, allowing Abang to enjoy her body to his heart’s content.
After more than ten intense rounds, Abang suddenly lifted the corpse’s elastic, plump ass with both hands and rotated it left and right, up and down, increasing the frictional pleasure. He could no longer endure such stimulation. With a loud roar, a stream of scorching lava shot out wildly, spraying deep inside Ding Ting…
Satisfied, Abang pulled up his pants. The once dignified and elegant lady was now just a shamefully used corpse, without any dignity. But the job wasn’t done yet. He recalled Lin Murong mentioning that women often hide important information on their bodies, making their bodies both ‘weapons’ and ‘safes’ that shouldn't be ignored. Stripping and searching the bodies of female enemies was a necessary step, especially since the lost gravity machine USB might have been taken by her first. Thinking of this, Abang didn’t hesitate any longer. He wiped his dick clean on the dead woman's thigh, rolled up his sleeves, dragged Ding Ting's corpse from the table to the floor, preparing to strip her completely naked.
Out of personal preference, Abang first removed the expensive and sexy suede lace-up high heels from the female corpse’s feet. He held them in his hands, and a mix of leather scent and women’s perfume immediately hit his face. It seemed she had even sprayed perfume on her ankles. These rich people really pay attention to details, Abang muttered. He then placed his hand on the back of the corpse’s foot and slowly stroked upward along the curve of her leg, all the way under the long skirt until he reached the top of her garter stockings. The feel of real silk stockings was truly incomparable to ordinary ones — they clung perfectly to the skin with no friction at all. His palm slid smoothly over them, fully grasping the wonderful curves of her legs. Abang let out a “Wow.” Following the sensation, he unfastened the garter straps. After rummaging under the long gown for a while, he peeled off two thin, delicate black garter stockings. He brought them close and sniffed — they still carried the faint body scent of a mature woman, extremely arousing.
Full of energy, he hung the stockings around his own neck. Next, he removed the lace opera gloves from the corpse’s arms. Two smooth, plump arms were fully revealed. They felt very fleshy to the touch, like two full sections of jade lotus root. Her round, jade-like fingers still wore that huge sapphire diamond ring. As the saying goes, “Men look at stockings, women look at fingers.” Just from her hands alone, one could tell she was a pampered noblewoman. He continued roaming his hands over the corpse’s waist, searching.
The soft yet elastic feel of Ding Ting’s slender waist made a strong surge of desire for the female body rise in him. Suppressing his racing heart, he turned the corpse onto its side and smoothly pulled down the zipper on the back of the evening gown. The plump flesh that had been tightly squeezed inside the gown immediately bulged outward. It truly looked like it was about to burst out. Abang loosened his own belt, then pulled the evening gown open further from the zipper and dragged it downward. The dress clung so tightly to the corpse, especially around the waist, that it was almost like it was bound. Abang pulled and tugged with great effort before finally peeling the gown off like stripping a grapefruit skin. He couldn’t help sighing, “Wearing clothes so tight, how could it be comfortable? She really suffered for it.”
As this expensive and sexy evening gown was pulled down inch by inch, a voluptuous body wearing only a purple-red bra was gradually liberated from the tight dress. It unfolded before Abang’s eyes like a luxurious painting, still emitting a seductive perfume scent.
Abang despised her malicious ass, not showing any mercy with his hands. After he stripped off all the valuable jewelry from the corpse, he yanked off her last bit of modesty — the bra. Her towering, plump tits, tumbled out, exposed for all to see, perfectly round like her ass . This sly bitch was now thoroughly exposed, her voluptuous body lying at Abang’s feet without an ounce of dignity left. During the process, the corpse, naturally, made no sound or resistance. These women, who treated their bodies in life like sacred temples, adorned in exquisite clothes, unapproachable and untouchable by anyone but their intimate partners, once dead, could be stripped, searched and pawed at by any stranger. With this thought, a smug sense of achievement washed over Abang. He didn’t hesitate to grind his foot into her massive plump tits, sneering, “Hmph, you kept yourself so slick, soft, white, and beautiful. You tried to kill me? In the end you still got turned into dead meat by two of my knives. Waiting to turn into ashes now, huh? Haven’t you heard that I have nine lives?”
The corpse was fully stripped, but there was still no sign of the USB drive anywhere. He opened her abandoned Chanel handbag, but inside were only women’s items like lipstick and stockings. Strange, how could it not be here? Could it be that she didn’t get the USB either? He turned back and carefully shook out all the clothes he had stripped from the corpse. Of course, he first checked Ding Ting’s E-cup Italian LA PERLA lace bra. He held it in his hands and slowly squeezed it. He discovered something hard inside the lining of the left cup. He quickly cut it open with the fruit knife. Sure enough, a small USB drive was hidden inside! This cunning female spy had concealed it within her bra—a place no one would easily search on a woman. She had put a lot of thought into it. It was indeed very safe and secure. But after death, that no longer mattered. It seemed Kameda had deliberately taken a fake USB to the changing room to lure Abang into the banquet hall, so the two of them could ambush him. Ding Ting, that old fox, had gone to great lengths to root out the spy who had infiltrated the company. She never expected to ultimately be killed by her own husband, lose her life, and have her clothes stripped off for a search. As the saying goes, too much scheming only harms oneself.
Feeling pleased with himself, Abang twirled the bra on his finger, savoring the unique mature scent emanating from it—a mixture of a mature woman's body odor and high-end perfume. Unwilling to part with it, he stashed the warm, fragrance-laden bra into his shoulder bag as a trophy, chuckling, "Thanks for the gift, Mrs. Ding."
At this moment, he was shocked to discover an eight-petaled chrysanthemum tattoo printed on the innermost part of her thigh root — exactly the same as the ones on Xiaoxiao and Wen Yi. If the first time he saw it on Xiaoxiao he hadn’t paid much attention, then after Wen Yi and today, he now realized he was facing an organization that used the chrysanthemum tattoo as its identifier. In that case, this Ding Ting must also belong to this organization. She had been deliberately arranged to marry Kameda to get close to the highest levels of Rixin Company. And judging from Xiaoxiao’s attempt to steal the T89, this organization’s goal was very clear: to obtain the T89 and manufacture it. They had been plotting and laying groundwork for a long time. Just what kind of powerful international spy organization was this?
Leaving the question in his mind, Abang decided he would ask Lin Murong later. For now, he had one last important thing to do: maximize the punishment for these two scoundrels. For a high-society couple like them, he not only had to take their lives but also needed to disgrace them completely. So, he laboriously lifted Ding Ting's corpse back onto the table, positioning her with legs spread, and stripped Kameda as well, placing him atop her. This wicked couple, who sent each other to their graves, were now naked and pressed together on the table, looking as though they were engaged in intimate acts even in death.
Hearing the end of the dance outside, he knew people would be coming in for afternoon tea soon. Abang quickly fixed his hair, turned off the lights in the dining room, and slipped out through the staff exit, biting into a stolen apple. As he walked away, he heard shrieks of shock and surprise from the dining room, imagining the reactions of the upper-class guests to the scandalous scene he'd set up.
Stepping out of the Waldorf Hotel, Abang hurried away from the site that would soon be swarming with police. The evening streets of Shanghai were bustling, and he quickly made his way through the crowd, fearing recognition. In his haste, he collided with someone coming the other way, and they both fell to the ground.
Captain China #7 - The Temptation of the Mature Woman
Abang noticed the person he bumped into was dressed in a skirt and boots – a woman. Feeling somewhat embarrassed by the situation, he quickly got up and apologized. But as his eyes landed on the woman’s face, he was shocked and angered – it was Jiang Ruohong! What he didn't expect was for Jiang Ruohong to glare at him and accuse him first, “Hey, you blockhead, can't you see where you're going?”
“Huh?!”
“Finally got a weekend to myself to shop and I get knocked over by you. Just my luck!”
“Huh??!!”
“Whatever, I’m in a good mood today, won't fuss over it. Now, help me up!”
“You...”
Reluctantly, and holding back his anger, Abang helped her up, his face stretched tight in a grimace. After all, he had just shot Ding Ting, the wife of the chairman, at the party and couldn't afford to linger. Without wasting time bickering with Jiang, he walked away fast, leaving her hobbling and shouting behind him, “Blockhead! You broke my heel! Come back here!”
This time, it was Abang’s turn to laugh uncontrollably as he made his escape, disappearing without a trace.
After turning a few corners and making sure Jiang Ruohong was no longer in sight, Ah Beng took out his phone, intending to call Lin Murong to share the good news. Just as he dialed the number, a gentle female voice came from behind, “Rayn~”
Abang was taken aback for a second, recognizing the voice but clearly, it wasn't Jiang Ruohong’s. Turning around, he saw on the roadside a white Lexus convertible. Inside was a mature woman in black, long hair flowing, winking and smiling at him, looking like she knew him well. Upon closer inspection, he exclaimed with delight, “Ah Xuan sister, it’s you~~~ What a coincidence!”
Chen Xuan responded with a generous smile, “Yeah, what a coincidence, didn't expect to bump into you here. Oh, weren’t you supposed to be at the high-society party this afternoon?”
“Uh~ well… yeah… You know how it is; those sorts of events aren’t really my thing. Got bored after a bit and left.” Abang quickly came up with an excuse.
Chen Xuan chuckled with a hint of intrigue in her eyes, “Since you’ve left anyway, how about treating me to dinner tonight?”
Being beautiful really sets a woman apart; even her way of asking someone out was unique, placing herself in the position of being invited. Abang would’ve loved to, but he still needed to report back to Lin Murong, so he reluctantly declined, “Uh, I can't tonight… I have another… another… appointment.”
Hearing this, Chen Xuan pretended to be annoyed, “Oh, is there some other woman more important than your boss?”
“Well…” Abang immediately regretted his lame excuse. One of the first rules for men is never to compare one woman with another, even indirectly. Nevertheless, having dinner with a beauty isn’t bad; might as well treat it as a celebration for the day’s victory.
Making an OK sign with his hand, Abang grinned and hopped into the Lexus. With a mysterious expression, Chen Xuan tantalizingly said, “We're going to a restaurant you've never been to. I think you'll like it.”
The Lexus smoothly drove away from the Bund, maneuvering confidently through the crowded city streets. It seemed Chen Xuan was quite familiar with the destination. About half an hour later, they parked beside a three-story French-style apartment building with red walls, steel windows, and white outlines complementing the old French plane trees by the entrance. Before even entering, Abang could already sense the strong French ambiance. After handing the car keys to the valet, Chen Xuan led Abang into the restaurant, which, though small, was exquisitely decorated with traditional dining tables, classic oil paintings, and light jazz playing in the background, transporting them back to the Shanghai of yesteryears.
Chen Xuan seemed to be a regular at this Red House Western Restaurant. Without any questions, the waiter led them to a round table by the window. As Chen Xuan walked ahead, her heel twisted slightly on the floor, causing her to lose balance. Instinctively, Abang reached out and his hand landed on her slender waist, preventing her from falling. Chen Xuan lightly placed her hand on his chest to stabilize herself. Unexpectedly, she quickly moved Abang’s hand away, recoiling as if she had been electrified. Realizing she might have overreacted, her face flushed and she murmured, “Thank you… please don’t get me wrong, I’m ticklish…”
It was unexpected to see this intelligent and composed beauty blush. Abang awkwardly smiled; it wasn't unusual for girls to be ticklish, especially around the sensitive waist area. He took the opportunity to glance at his boss: dressed for an evening out, Chen Xuan had swapped her stern, professional attire for an elegant, purely black fur shawl suitable for a feast. Beneath the shawl was a matching casual long-sleeved shirt and a woolen short skirt, framing her alluring thighs. She wore ultra-thin black stockings with dazzling stripes, revealing and concealing at the same time, sexy but distancing. Abang couldn't help but feel itchy, his gaze sliding from her calves down to her feet, lingering on the mature black high heels, even feeling the urge to take them off to admire her beautiful feet. The combination of high heels, black stockings, and fur shawl accentuated the unique curves of her mature legs, making Abang’s imagination run wild. It was a pity that while the heavens crafted women’s bodies to be as exquisite as jade, they only allowed strangers to admire their legs and feet.
Abang sat down with restless thoughts, planning to find some lame excuse to explore under her skirt when she drops a fork or something. However, the moment Chen Xuan sat down, she expertly crossed her left leg over her right knee, sitting with the grace of a lady and extinguishing Abang's sneaky plans immediately.
Abang picked up a French menu, unable to read anything and could only recognize a few dishes from the pictures. Sensing his awkwardness, Chen Xuan didn't point it out and smilingly helped him out, “You look hungry. Why not try my recommended dishes?”
“Sure, sure, sure.”
Chen Xuan proficiently ordered a series of dishes: “Onion soup, pan-seared bass, escargot, mustard steak, and for dessert, poached pears in red wine, thank you.” She closed the menu, smiling sweetly at Abang, “These French dishes were reportedly the favorites of Zhang Ailing. Today we're time-traveling back to her era. Have you ever read her work?”
Abang shook his head; he hadn't even heard of the name before.
In less than 20 minutes, the onion soup was served. The small bowl contained finely fried onions mixed with top-grade beef broth, a slice of toasted bread floating on the brown soup, sprinkled with a bit of cheese, exuding a strong, delightful aroma of onions and cheese. Hungry, Abang took a bite and found it deliciously creamy and satisfying. The pan-seared bass and escargot, paired with white wine, were visually appealing and tantalizingly tasty. The server also prepared mustard steak right at the table, serving it with fried potatoes and fresh vegetables. The scent of mustard filled the air, and the meat was exceptionally tender and delicious. Without realizing, Abang had finished a bottle of red wine.
As Chen Xuan ate delicately, engaging Abang in casual conversation without mentioning work, the atmosphere was relaxing and pleasant. After months of stress, Abang was thrilled to have a romantic dinner with his gorgeous boss, enjoying the delightful food and scenery. Watching the red wine slowly flow between her sexy, crimson lips, her fair face started to turn slightly red, making her charming eyes even more captivating. Occasionally, she would slightly tilt her high heels, leaving Abang feeling entranced and foggy, unknowingly finishing another bottle of red wine, his head starting to feel heavy.
After dessert, Chen Xuan considerately ordered a pot of Jasmine tea for them and engaged in small talk. Seeing that Abang was drunk and talking nonsense, she lightly wiped her mouth with the white napkin, politely saying, “Excuse me, Rayn, I need to touch up my makeup. Please excuse me.” With an apologetic smile, she left her purse under the chair nonchalantly as she got up. Abang, at this point, is half sprawled on the dining table, drowsy, seeing through a haze as Chen Xuan gracefully gets up to leave. Her silhouette, with high heels and swaying long hair, exudes femininity. The alcohol fuels daring thoughts in Abang’s mind. Struggling to stay awake, he glances at his watch—it’s already ten at night. Could there possibly be more thrilling events awaiting?
His phone in his pocket rings—it's a call from Lin Murong. Instantly sobering up, Abang remembers he was so engrossed in dining with his beautiful boss that he entirely forgot about the crucial task of turning in the gravity machine USB drive. Worried that Chen Xuan might overhear, he quickly steps outside to answer the call. Lin's voice on the phone is imperative, "Come back immediately. I need to talk to you."
"I-I-I’m eating out, but I'll return immediately, I'm so sorry," stammers Abang before hanging up. Seeing a taxi nearby, he jumps in without bidding farewell to Chen Xuan, urging the driver to speed away. Abang knows he can't afford to offend Lin Murong, his true boss.
A hundred meters away, Abang, intending to call Chen Xuan to apologize, suddenly hears a loud explosion from behind. Turning his head to look, he sees smoke and debris where the French restaurant stood, even spotting severed limbs flying through the air! The scared driver speeds away as if life depended on it, taking a sharp turn and entering the expressway. Abang quickly dials Chen Xuan, but her line is busy, probably meeting misfortune. He senses the explosion might have targeted him, unfortunately involving his lovely boss, who kindly invited him for dinner but ended up losing her life. Feeling somber, Abang decides to continue back to Lin Murong to report and possibly regain his freedom.
Chapter Two
When a tipsy Abang returns home at midnight, Lin Murong, looking tired, is sitting on a sofa. She coldly glances at him as he enters. Stumbling into the room with a grin, he announces, "Ah ha, my dear housekeeper Lin Murong, look what I've got!" Excited, he reaches into his pocket, only for his expression to change dramatically—the USB drive is gone! He had placed it directly into his pocket after retrieving it from Ding Ting's underwear, not touching it since. How could it just disappear? Panicking, he searches himself to no avail. When Lin Murong asks, he has no choice but to tell the truth about obtaining the gravity machine tech USB drive from Ding Ting's underwear after shooting her at the socialite ball. As for how he lost it, he has no clue.
As expected, Lin Murong is furious after hearing the story, exclaiming, "You lost the USB drive that you had in hand?!"
"Mu...Murong, what should we do now?"
"Think about it," Lin Murong says, standing up to look out the window. "After leaving the Waldorf Hotel, were you possibly robbed?"
"No, no. How could I, a grown man, be robbed without noticing?"
Lin Murong snorts coldly, understanding Abang's capabilities all too well. On reconsideration, Abang recalls that he did bump into Jiang Ruhong after leaving the hotel. Could she be the one who took it? He hastily reports this to Lin Murong. As she listens, something seems to click in her mind. She turns from the window, asking, “Is this Jiang Ruhong the girl with single eyelids and glasses you mentioned on your first day of work? I actually called you back tonight to discuss her. Can you describe her in detail again?”
So, Abang describes Jiang Ruhong's features in detail, almost to the point of revealing the color of the underwear he inadvertently glimpsed. Lin Murong listens and sketches. Once he finishes, a face resembling Jiang Ruhong’s appears on the paper. Lin’s eyes fixate on the drawing, her gaze turning icy as she mutters, “So it's you…”
“You know her?”
Lin Murong doesn't answer immediately. Instead, she lights a cigarette elegantly, and soon, a thin veil of smoke emerges from her luscious lips, her face serious. After pondering for a moment, she informs Abang, “I recognize her. She’s an enemy agent infiltrated into Ri Qing Corporation, a veteran spy. The bump this afternoon might have been her stealing the USB drive.”
Abang is livid. “That damn girl, always popping up around me, turns out she’s a bloody spy!” Speaking of spies, he recalls the mysterious tattoo, related to the true identities of Xiao Xiao, Wen Yi, and Ding Ting, and asks Lin Murong about it.
She exhales smoke rings towards the lampshade next to her. The purple nail polish and bright lipstick exude a unique charm under the light. After finishing her cigarette, she says, “You noticed, huh? During Taiwan's martial law period, there were extremist factions advocating for an independent ‘Taiwan Nation’. Many were killed or imprisoned, but some fled overseas. Unable to return but retaining their beliefs, they gradually formed an organization called ‘Green Swallow’, hoping to return to Taiwan like migratory swallows, even if it meant employing terrorist tactics. They target weapons like the T89, and members of their organization bear a chrysanthemum tattoo on the inner thigh, typically hidden from view.”
Abang is stunned, taking a while to recover. Though surprised about Wen Yi and Ding Ting, he's even more shocked about Xiao Xiao, whom he knew as a sweet college girl. He had never suspected her of having such a dangerous background.
Lin Murong stubs out her cigarette, retrieves a handgun from her bag, and lays it on the table. “It’s late. I should go. Abang, you must eliminate Jiang Ruhong and recover the USB drive. She can’t leave the company alive,” she says, standing up to leave. At the door, she turns and adds emphatically, “Act tomorrow.”
After the door closes and Lin Murong’s footsteps fade away, Abang is alone in the apartment again. He picks up the gun she left— a small, elegant silencer-equipped handgun. As he cocks it, he feels a strange thrill at the thought of shooting Jiang Ruhong, even wondering if he's becoming a bit perverse. Beside the ashtray, the lipstick-stained cigarette still carries Lin Murong's scent. Abang sniffs it, finding it sweet and fragrant, and he can’t help but fantasize about the taste of her lips.
Just then, his phone rings, startling him as he sees the caller ID: It’s Chen Xuan.
“Sister Xuan? Is it really you?!”
From the other end of the phone, Chen Xuan’s anxious voice is heard: “Rayn, are you alright? Are you okay? Are you hurt?”
“It really is you, Sister Xuan?! Yay! Thank God you’re safe.” Abang jumps for joy. “I’m fine, I’m fine, I was already out by that time, didn’t get hurt at all!”
“Rayn~Rayn~Rayn, thank God you're safe! You have no idea how worried I was. Knowing you’re okay now makes me so happy!”
“I’m also very happy, Xuan sister, really,” Abang replies joyfully. “Hey, Xuan sister, weren’t you in the restaurant at that time?”
“Well, the restroom in the restaurant was out of order, so I had to go next door. Hehe, who would’ve thought that I’d luckily escape disaster.”
“Looks like we were both lucky tonight. Should’ve bought a lottery ticket, haha.”
“Yeah, hehe. But Rayn, you must accept my apology. I really shouldn’t have chosen that restaurant, scared everyone. Sorry.”
“No, no, no, it’s not your fault at all. Who could have anticipated something like this would happen? Besides, the explosion wasn’t all bad – we didn’t even have to pay the bill, got a free meal!”
“Hehe, you’re really funny. It’s late, let’s talk more tomorrow. Go to bed early. Don’t be late for work tomorrow, good night~~~” With that, Chen Xuan hangs up.
Chapter Three
The next day, the company is abuzz again. Following the murder of three security guards and the mysterious death of a model, now even the company chairman is dead, found stripped and stacked on a table with his wife Ding Ting. The news makes the female employees blush, while many male employees privately lament the missed opportunity to glimpse the true appearance of the socialite.
Abang arrives at the company early, paying special attention to his colleagues’ gossip in the elevator, though none of it is particularly valuable information. As soon as he steps out, Chen Xuan calls him into her office.
The office, as always, is impeccably neat and tidy, making Abang wonder if his female boss has OCD. There's a cup of barley tea on the desk, still steaming, filling the room with a faint, sweet fragrance.
Chen Xuan, dressed in a black suit, sits next to the desk, apologetically saying, “It was all my fault yesterday, choosing that restaurant. You could’ve gotten hurt. To make it up to you, how about coming over for dinner at my place on Saturday? I’ll cook.”
“Xuan sister, you’re being too polite. Inviting me for dinner is more than enough, how can I trouble you further… hehe, no need…” Even as he spoke, Abang had heard that his female boss was a top-notch cook within the company. Although he's just being modest verbally, he's already fantasizing about the meal.
“I have to cook for myself anyway, it’s no trouble. So, it’s settled. After I come back from the swimming pool on Saturday, I’ll pick you up at exactly six,” said Chen Xuan decisively, showcasing a strong, professional demeanor. Then she changed the topic abruptly, staring at Abang and asking, “Rayn, do you know why the restaurant exploded last night?”
Avoiding her gaze, he feigned confusion: “Who knows? Maybe... perhaps it was a gas pipeline explosion.” Not waiting for her to respond, he quickly stood up and said, “Xuan sister, if there’s nothing else, can I go back to work?”
After looking at him for a few seconds, she smiled faintly and said, “All right, I also have a lot to do, go back to your work.” Then she picked up her pen and started reviewing documents on her desk.
Abang quietly left for his own office. Upon seeing him, Jiang Ruhong turned her head away angrily, seemingly still upset about yesterday's collision. Abang was even more irate. Thinking that this damn spy had stolen the USB drive he had worked so hard to retrieve, he would have killed her on the spot if Lin Murong hadn't instructed him to act covertly. "Just wait and see, you single-eyelid girl. You'll only live for a few more hours," he thought angrily, planning to take her down that night.
However, what he didn't know was that at that very moment, Jiang Ruhong was also planning to make her move that night.
Throughout the day, they were secretly watching each other, and when it was time to leave work in the evening, each waited for the other to leave first. This pair of ‘office colleagues’ unexpectedly ‘worked overtime’ until ten at night. Abang couldn't stand it anymore, packed his things, and walked out of the office, planning to ambush her on her way home if she didn't leave work first.
According to Lin Murong’s information, Jiang Ruhong had to pass through a paved road on her way home. It was a riverside walkway, dimly lit near midnight. Abang, holding a silencer-equipped pistol, squatted in the palm bushes by the road, staring intently ahead, waiting for Jiang Ruhong to appear. He was contemplating, his heartbeat unconsciously accelerating, his palm sweaty.
After about ten minutes, there was still no sign of Jiang Ruhong. Just as he was considering the possibilities, a soft voice from behind said, “Stop waiting, I’m here.”
Startled, Abang instinctively stepped back before turning around. The person standing on the grass was none other than his target for the night, Jiang Ruhong. Abang’s face changed, but he tried to act calm, “I… I… I’m just smoking here, none of your business…”
Jiang Ruhong glanced at his hand and said teasingly, “Were you planning to wait here and sneakily shoot me?”
Abang was speechless and visibly embarrassed, thinking: Since you’ve poked through this facade, you can’t blame me if the gun in my hand doesn’t recognize you! Without another word, he stepped back and was about to raise his gun. Granted, he was quick to flee, but his reflexes were far from matching a professional agent’s speed. Before he could even lift his arm halfway, a sharp pain shot through his wrist. He barely saw how she kicked, but his gun was knocked away as if struck by lightning. Suddenly, Jiang Ruhong moved ghostly fast under the night sky, swiftly approaching him, and with a sharp move, she choked him, demanding sharply, “Where's the USB?!” This was a far cry from her usual demeanor; she seemed like a different person entirely.
Gasping for air, Abang stammered, “The USB… you stole… it… why… ask me…”
Her grip tightened, “You slick bastard, sold out and still playing innocent. Hand over the USB or you'll be charged with espionage back in Beijing!”
Abang was infuriated thinking how this female spy dared to impersonate a mainland agent and make false accusations. He was sure he’d be dead meat if he fell into the hands of these ruthless female agents. Since he was going to die anyway, he might as well fight back! Ignoring the chokehold, he hooked his foot behind Jiang Ruhong’s leg and used his weight to bring both of them down. With her smaller stature, she was about to fall, but she withdrew swiftly and rolled away, nimble as a fox. She reached behind her head, drawing out two sharp objects from her hair, holding one in each hand. Without waiting, she lunged at him with the sharp objects glittering coldly in the night. Abang rolled away, but not before one of the blades sliced through the skin and flesh on his shoulder.
Jiang Ruhong smoothly stood up, holding the blades crossed in front of her chest, her hair cascading down wildly, framing her face which seemed paler yet more striking under the moonlight. The long hair and blades presented an icy, intimidating demeanor. Only then did Abang see that the blades were actually her hairpins, inconspicuous when holding up her hair but deadly in close combat. Abang felt he was in deep shit, regretting deeply.
He tried to reach for the gun on the ground, but Jiang Ruhong swiftly closed the distance, the blades stabbing towards him. In the critical moment, Abang couldn’t remember any of his mediocre martial arts moves and was about to get stabbed when suddenly, Jiang Ruhong screamed. One of the blades fell to the ground, and Abang saw that her right arm had been shot and was bleeding!
Then, a tall and agile figure leapt out from the palm bushes at the edge of the park. The figure, clad in tight black leather with a gun aimed steadily at Jiang Ruhong, revealed herself under the streetlights. Both women exclaimed at the same time, “It's really you.”
Snapping back to reality, Abang recognized the new arrival. “Lin Murong?” he blurted.
Lin Murong glanced at Abang and ordered, “Search her. See if the USB is there.” Then, she warned Jiang Ruhong, “You know my shooting skills; don’t take any chances.”
Jiang Ruhong, leaning against the rail with her wounded arm, defiantly said, “Don’t touch me! You want the USB? Here!” Pretending to reach for something, she suddenly threw the remaining blade at Murong! Caught off guard by Jiang Ruhong’s desperate counterattack, Lin Murong dodged the flying blade but not without breaking a sweat.
Jiang Ruhong gritted her teeth, shook off her injured arm, and was about to pounce on Lin Murong for a final showdown when Abang, seeing her sudden counterattack, quickly picked up the handgun from the ground and aimed at her head. In the blink of an eye, a gunshot sounded, and Jiang Ruhong's whole body jerked; a bullet had hit her left chest...
"Don't kill her!" Lin Murong hurriedly shouted, but it was too late. Abang, who already couldn't stand Jiang Ruhong, fired four more shots upon seeing her resisting fiercely. Two of the close-range shots accurately hit her.
"Ah! Ah!" Jiang Ruhong screamed twice, clutching her chest, as the impact pushed her towards the river. After hitting the railing with her waist, she flipped over into the Huangpu River.
Rushing to the edge, Abang looked down to see Jiang Ruhong's body bobbing a few times before being engulfed by the turbulent river, disappearing without a trace. He sighed and shook his head. Despite wishing her gone, sending her off like this left a pit in his stomach. After all, it was a living life. Oh well, it's her fault for taking the wrong path.
"Why did you kill her?" Lin Murong arrived at the riverbank and angrily said as she watched the river flowing away. "I would have executed her myself after getting the USB!"
Abang gave her a sidelong glance and sneered, “Smart move, Lin Murong, making me the obvious scapegoat while you were prepared to backstab all along.”
Ignoring him, Lin Murong emptied Jiang Ruhong's handbag, finding nothing but personal items and no USB drive related to the gravity machine. Everything was thrown back into the river. However, a glamorous photo of Jiang Ruhong caught Abang's interest, and he pocketed it when Lin Murong wasn’t looking. Since he couldn’t see her anymore, perhaps he could use the photo for some self-pleasure on lonely nights.
On the way back, neither spoke. Though Abang killed Jiang Ruhong in the heat of the moment, he also lost the lead on the USB drive, finding himself at a dead end again, with freedom seeming further away than ever...
Upon returning home, it was already 1 AM. Abang opened the curtain, lit a cigarette, and sat by the window alone. The city that never sleeps didn’t change with his mood, its lights still bright and unyielding. He understood he was just a pawn, a bird in a cage. Old Mandarin songs played on his phone, and Teresa Teng's sweet voice filled the air, nostalgia evident in her singing. He took a deep puff and murmured, “Liying, I miss you so much.”
Chapter Four
If Ri Qing Company was a pressure cooker, it turned into a terribly made one with the arrival of the bad luck magnet Abang. The place practically blew up for the fourth time in just a week. The bizarre disappearance of the female employee Jiang Ruhong became the latest weird talk of the town in this doomed company, following the security guard, the car model, and the CEO couple. The creepy tales grew wilder, making the more faint-hearted staff start plastering talismans in their offices to fend off the evil vibes.
Without Jiang Ruhong and any news of the gravity machine USB, Abang finally had a ‘peaceful’ week, with everything going smooth and routine, as if all the sinister atmosphere vanished with Jiang Ruhong’s death. Days of calm flew by, and in no time it was Saturday. Abang spent the whole day lounging in bed, picking at his toes, contemplating his posture, eating manners, and what to say at dinner with Chen Xuan, going over it repeatedly to feel secure about the visit to the beauty's home. Anticipating the night, he even bought himself a metal cigarette case, to look decent if he decided to smoke.
At precisely six in the evening, Abang, spruced up and ready, arrived downstairs. The white Lexus convertible was already there, with a sunglasses-wearing beauty with flowing hair in the driver’s seat – his boss, Chen Xuan.
“Rayn~” Chen Xuan gave Abang a captivating smile, “Hop in.”
“I hope I’m not late,” said Abang, jumping into the passenger seat.
“Not at all.” Chen Xuan replied as she released the handbrake.
As the car slowly left the residential area, Abang couldn’t help but sneak peeks at Chen Xuan. Dressed casually since she just got back from the gym, she wore a beige trench coat paired with a dark casual top and skirt, brown high-heeled boots, and a grey scarf around her slender neck. Her relaxed yet sophisticated look showcased the intellectual and generous taste of a white-collar woman. The sight made Abang subtly adjust his pants, though the thought of soon tasting her cooking made him salivate again.
Chen Xuan’s home was in a wealthy suburb of Shanghai, the car stopping in front of a European-style two-story villa. Abang, trying to act the gentleman, opened the car door for her. With a smile, she stepped out and welcomed him. A Chihuahua ran joyfully from the backyard, licking her boots as if celebrating her return. She patted its head and warmly invited Abang in.
Entering the house, Abang was impressed by the modern, simplistic European style decor. A crystal chandelier hung in the living room, with beige high-grade embossed wallpaper and brown wooden floors making the space feel warm. The room was meticulously clean and organized, similar to her office. The simplicity revealed sophistication, offering a cozy feeling of a single white-collar's sweet home.
It was Abang’s first time in a woman's private residence, making him feel a bit awkward. "This is my humble home," said Chen Xuan with a smile that was always filled with feminine charm, her voice soft yet penetrating, making Abang unconsciously relax. She bent over to unzip her boot, her movement gracefully highlighting her curves, especially around her waist and hips. There’s no denying, a woman taking off her shoes standing is a graceful sight, especially when she bends over. In that moment, the curves from her voluptuous rear to her slender waist drew a seductive line. From behind, it was dangerously enticing. As Chen Xuan was slightly unstable on one foot, she gave an impression of fragility, sparking a protective urge in Abang, who couldn't help but step forward to gently assist her
The brown boot slipped from her hands, thumping softly against the wooden floor. Feet, delicate and encased in sheer stockings, emerged from the confinement of the boot, now fully displayed before Abang. The lovely curve of her heel and the small arch of her foot invoked a desire in him to cradle them in his hands. In that moment, his groin stirred again, causing a noticeable bulge in his pants.
After removing her boots, coat, and scarf, Chen Xuan turned to Abang and asked warmly, “Coffee or tea?”
“Tea, please. Not used to coffee. Thanks, Sister Xuan.” Abang replied shyly, taking a seat on a beige sofa.
“No need to thank me, it’s the weekend. No need to be so formal like at work.”
“Hehe, alright, sure, sure.”
Chen Xuan put away her boots into a large shoe cabinet by the living room, already hosting dozens of polished heels and boots of various lengths. It’s said women’s shoe closets are always missing a pair of heels, and it appeared to be true. She slipped into a pair of burgundy heels, then dashed off to the kitchen. Soon she brought out a cup of green tea.
“Have some tea while I finish up dinner,” she said, flashing a playful smile very different from her usual serious demeanor at work before darting back to the kitchen.
Abang took a sip of the tea, recognizing it as high-quality Liuan leaf. He watched as Chen Xuan busily moved about the kitchen for an hour, the tantalizing aroma of food wafting through the air. The smell made his mouth water and stomach growl, increasing his admiration for his boss who not only excelled in her career but was also adept in the kitchen – a truly impressive woman.
“Rayn, come taste my cooking. And you better say it's delicious,” she called as she set the dishes on the table.
Drooling, Abang approached the table where octopus salad, miso soup, and sushi were already laid out. He was so eager for this meal that he even skipped lunch, starving at this point. As he was about to grab a piece of sushi, Chen Xuan gently advised him to have some soup first to warm his stomach before eating the cold sushi. Abang awkwardly withdrew his chopsticks and drank the soup before eagerly grabbing a piece of sushi again, accidentally dipping it entirely into the soy sauce. Just as he was about to pop it into his mouth, Chen Xuan tactfully suggested not soaking the rice in soy sauce to better savor the harmonious flavors of rice and fish.
“Of course, of course, I know. I...I just accidentally dropped it in,” Abang stammered, his face turning red.
After the appetizers, Chen Xuan brought out four types of sashimi and a pot of plum wine, proudly mentioning she bought and sliced the fish herself. This time Abang was careful, dipping the fish lightly in the soy sauce mixed with wasabi, eating in a typical Chinese way. He sneaked a glance at Chen Xuan who did the opposite, drizzling soy sauce over the fish, then adding a bit of wasabi before slowly savoring it. Abang's face shifted from red to purple, realizing he'd acted like a bumpkin again. But Chen Xuan, caring for his feelings, refrained from correcting him any further. With Japanese dishes served one after another, Chen Xuan brought out braised stew, tempura, and a meat dish that Abang couldn’t quite identify. She pointed at the dish, smiling mysteriously, “Guess what meat this is?” On the plate were rectangular slices of red meat that resembled beef and tasted somewhat like it, though with a faint fishy flavor. Yet it was too coarse and oily to be fish. Puzzled, Abang could only shake his head. With a secretive grin, she whispered, “It’s whale meat, smoked whale meat. How is it? Tasty, isn’t it?”
“Whale meat? Yo, cool, wow.” Learning it was whale, Abang's appetite grew. He poured a glass of plum wine for his hostess. “Who would have thought that our capable boss at work is also an extraordinary cook with a meticulously organized home. It's nice to see this side of you, Sister Xuan.”
Chen Xuan, delighted by the compliment, giggled, raising her glass with a graceful finger. “Thank you. Pursuing beauty is in a woman's nature, and I'm no exception.” Dressed casually, she wasn't as dolled up as during their dinner in the French restaurant, but under the light, her outfit revealed a different, homely charm that had Abang mesmerized.
As they chatted and ate, with a few glasses of plum wine, Abang grew bolder. “Every time I see you, Sister Xuan, your outfit is always so appropriate and stylish. Did you study fashion or something?”
Chen Xuan chuckled, twirling a lock of her hair, seemingly playing with it in front of Abang. “Rayn, you flatter me. Changing outfits can change your mood; it’s something women think about a lot. You could try it too.”
“Oh? So meticulous. I should learn from you then.”
They chatted while eating for a good two hours. By the time they finished the last of the dessert, it was already past 8 PM. With her head slightly lowered, Chen Xuan whispered her thanks for his company. Abang, who had rehearsed for this moment earlier in the day, promptly responded with thanks for the delightful dinner.
Efficient as always, Chen Xuan cleaned up the dishes, leaving no trace of their meal. Glancing at the clock, she hinted, “Haven't seen the second floor yet, have you?”
“Ah? Is it... appropriate to go there?” Despite his curiosity, venturing into a woman’s bedroom felt awkward. He was hesitant.
“Since I’m inviting you, it should be fine,” she whispered, her hands subtly landing on Abang's chest. A healthy 27-year-old, Abang couldn’t resist the allure of a mature woman and allowed her to lead him upstairs. Walking ahead, Chen Xuan’s hips swayed seductively with each step, her stockinged legs stretching and retracting, showcasing the captivating parts of a woman’s body. Abang, eyes ablaze, wished the walk could last forever, never reaching the end of the staircase.
The second floor consisted of a single room: Chen Xuan's bedroom, essentially making the entire floor her sleeping space. With pink walls, a cute single bed, a big teddy bear, and her portrait on the wall opposite the bed, the room exuded a soft, enchanting fragrance. To Abang's surprise, this mature and sophisticated woman had a girlish side. Seeing his astonishment, Chen Xuan smiled and explained, “Every woman has a bit of a girlish complex deep down. Seems like you don’t know much about women
The second floor was entirely Chen Xuan’s bedroom. With its pink walls, adorable single bed, big teddy bear on the bed, and a portrait of her hanging on the wall, the room the room exuded a soft, enchanting fragrance. Abang hadn't expected this mature and sophisticated woman to have a girly side to her. Seeing his surprised expression, she explained with a smile, “Every woman has a girly side deep down. Seems like you don’t know much about women.”
“Sister Xuan, you really have diverse and exquisite tastes,” Abang said, his eyes scanning the room, intrigued by his first visit to a woman’s private space. The spacious room boasted a single bed in the center, a bathroom with transparent glass walls near the windows, and two single-seat sofas not far from the bathroom. There was also a long dressing table beside the bed, cluttered with various makeup products, making it Chen Xuan’s very personal space.
While Abang was busy looking around, Chen Xuan gently pushed him towards the balcony. “I’ll show you my childhood photos in a bit. But I've been busy all evening and would like to take a bath first. Sorry to keep you waiting on the balcony.”
“No problem, it’s fine.” Abang had been craving a cigarette for a while and was glad to have a place to smoke.
Chen Xuan turned and closed the balcony door, but whether intentionally or not, she forgot to draw the floor-to-ceiling curtains completely, leaving a fairly large gap. Abang held a cigarette in his mouth and peered through the curtain gap.
Chen Xuan turned to close the balcony door, accidentally (or intentionally?) leaving a sizable gap in the curtains. Abang, cigarette dangling from his lips, peeped through. He saw Chen Xuan with her back to him slowly taking off her long sleeves and tossing them onto the sofa, revealing a pink-peach colored bra strap. The sight instantly excited Abang. He widened his eyes and stared intently. Chen Xuan seemed completely unaware of the wolf eyes watching from outside the window. She continued unhurriedly removing her short skirt, then used her soft, delicate hands to gently roll up the tops of her stockings. Following the texture of the stockings, she slowly peeled them down. The crystal-thin stockings curled inch by inch toward her ankles, peeling away from her thigh skin. The gentle, slow movements added even more charm and a sense of ritual. Once the stockings reached her ankles, she gently removed the purple-red high heels from her feet and neatly placed them beside the sofa, like a dedicated museum employee carefully arranging precious items. The crystal stockings finally slid off her feet, leaving their owner’s body.
She gathered up the long hair draped over her shoulders, took a fresh set of underwear from the wardrobe, and carrying the purple-red high heels she had just taken off, walked into the bathroom. Soon, the sound of water splashing heavily could be heard from inside.
Abang pressed his face against the floor-to-ceiling window, adjusting his view toward the bathroom. Fortunately, the bathroom was only separated by a transparent glass wall. Chen Xuan’s alluring, naked figure was clearly visible inside the bathroom, accompanied by the constant sound of splashing water. Imagining Sister Xuan’s mature, graceful, and beautiful body soaking in warm water, scooping up water to pour over her lotus-like fragrant shoulders, letting the bathwater gently wash her bare skin, Abang couldn’t help recalling the famous line from “Song of Everlasting Regret”: “In the chilly spring, granted entry to the Huaqing Pool, the warm spring water smooth as it washes her creamy skin.” His lower body reacted even more obviously.
After staying hard for over thirty minutes, the bathroom door creaked open. Amidst the steaming hot air, Chen Xuan finally emerged, Abang’s eyes instantly fixating on her voluptuous figure. On this graceful, curvaceous body, most of the skin was already exposed. Only the flesh-colored lingerie, close in shade to her skin, clung tightly to her equally prominent chest and hips. This actually aroused his lust even more than if she were completely naked. The voluptuous body flushed pink from the hot water, with soft, feminine curves, unconsciously exuding seduction. It was full of the sexy charm of a mature woman’s body, all displayed before Abang’s fiery gaze.
“Sorry, Rayn, for making you wait so long. Come in,” she said with her back to the balcony while slipping her feet back into the purple-red high heels.
Abang wiped his drool and reentered the room, pretending he had been stargazing. After the erection he just had, he felt somewhat weary, so he sat down on a lazy-boy. His eyes, however, were still glued to Chen Xuan’s enticing body. He noticed a silver necklace hanging in her captivating cleavage, a piece she wore daily. But it was only now, with her clothes off, that he could see the oval crystal pendant at the end.
Chen Xuan threw a glance at Abang, a faint smile playing across her lips, one that seemed oddly out of place. Walking seductively to her dressing table, she began to arrange her hair. She wore a thin lace thong that barely covered anything, leaving her plump, enticing buttocks exposed, presenting a teasing view to Abang. Her mature, soft flesh glowed with a flushed tone after being soaked in hot water. The sight made Abang even more aroused, blood rushing, vision blurring, until he felt utterly drained and slumped on the sofa.
hrough his hazy vision, Abang noticed what looked like a birthmark on the inner part of Chen Xuan’s thigh root under her flesh-colored panties. He rubbed his eyes hard and squinted to look more carefully. That wasn’t a birthmark at all — it was clearly a chrysanthemum tattoo! An eight-petaled chrysanthemum tattoo exactly the same as the ones on Xiaoxiao, Wen Yi, and Ding Ting! Abang was so shocked his mouth fell open. He cried out in agitation, “Ah! You… you… you are…”
“How does it feel now? My dear Agent Abang,” Chen Xuan said, abandoning her usual gentle tone. She smiled coldly as she slowly turned around and stared at Abang.
Dumbfounded, Abang tried to reach into his jacket, but of course, he didn’t bring any weapons when visiting his beautiful superior’s home. He struggled to stand but felt dizzy and fell back onto the sofa.
“I already felt you up downstairs. I knew you were unarmed,” said Chen Xuan, smirking triumphantly as she walked closer. “I also slipped something into your drink, something to weaken you.”
“But you drank the plum wine too!” Abang said, forcing himself to stay conscious.
“But I’m a woman. The drug in the wine only activates when male hormones increase significantly. With this young lady’s slight charm, how could a fool like you not fall for it? Hehehe,” Chen Xuan said proudly.
Her signature peach-blossom eyes looked at Abang like a hunter staring at prey about to be slaughtered. With a sense of achievement, she continued, “After Ding Ting stole the USB drive, she planned to kill you to silence you. I never expected you to survive the ball. So I invited you to dinner. At the French restaurant, I deliberately pretended to sprain my ankle in my high heels to lure you close, then easily stole the USB back from you. Unfortunately, I couldn’t blow you up that night. Consider yourself lucky. But tonight, you are definitely going to die.”
Abang slapped his own forehead hard. He never imagined that the beautiful superior he had always admired and respected was actually the female enemy spy lurking in the company — a beautiful snake who had plotted multiple times to kill him. He regretted deeply, finally understanding that every word of Lin Yanni’s warning was the absolute truth: Never trust what you see, and never easily trust a beautiful woman. This really was a game with no bottom line.
Chen Xuan coldly lifted the crystal pendant around her neck, her expression distant and chilling. “Abang, I promise, this poisoned needle will kill you instantly without pain. The poison will dissolve and leave no trace in three hours, making it look like you died of a sudden heart attack.”
“Hmph, that fits your clean and meticulous personality of never leaving any traces,” Abang sneered.
“That’s how women like to do things. So…Goodbye forever, Abang.”
After saying this, Chen Xuan mercilessly shot the poisoned needle hidden in the pendant.
Chapter Five
At the brink of death, Abang’s survival instinct kicked in, enhancing his reflexes. He leaned forward as he fell towards Chen Xuan, accidentally intercepting the poisoned needle. For a split second, joy flickered across Chen Xuan's face. She knew the needle, thin as silk, could penetrate even thick fabric and reach flesh. However, her smile froze instantly when she heard a faint metallic click. Half of the needle was stuck in Abang's suit, blocked by a metal cigarette case in his breast pocket!
“Ah!” She screamed in shock. In the next moment, her slender waist was tightly gripped by Abang. Her head was pressed against her own breasts as he used the momentum of his fall to slam her toward the bathroom. Click-clack-clack-clack! Her high heels retreated rapidly. After backing into the bathroom, she tripped on the edge of the jacuzzi tub. Both of them lost their balance and fell into the bathwater with a loud splash.
Chen Xuan’s head slammed hard against the ceramic edge of the tub. She groaned in pain, her facial muscles twisting. Abang also choked on a mouthful of fragrant bathwater, but this stimulation actually cleared his previously swollen mind quite a bit, and he regained some strength. Taking advantage of Chen Xuan still recovering, he quickly splashed bathwater on his face repeatedly to slow down the effects of the drug.
Seeing that Abang seemed to be recovering, Chen Xuan, this poisonous beauty, picked up her pendant again and tried to shoot once more. But the narrow space of the jacuzzi tub made their distance so close. Abang swung his left palm and knocked away the hand holding the hidden weapon. Immediately after, he delivered a furious slap with his right hand. Chen Xuan, however, was a trained agent. Her left hand quickly rose to protect her face and blocked his slap. Her right foot then kicked out fiercely, striking Abang squarely in the abdomen. Even though the water reduced some of the force, it still nearly made Abang vomit his dinner. Chen Xuan seized the opportunity to pounce. She grabbed Abang’s ears with both hands and delivered a hard knee strike to his face. Abang felt a sharp pain in his nose. Tears streamed down as another wave of intense pain hit him. Stars filled his vision, and he could no longer see clearly.
In his blurred state, Abang took advantage of their close distance and grabbed Chen Xuan tightly, trying to use his strength to press her down to the bottom of the tub, not giving her any chance to fire the poisoned needle. Who would have thought that in the bathwater, Chen Xuan’s soaked body was incredibly slippery, like a nimble water snake. When Abang wrapped his strong arms around her, she slithered out with a slick sound! Abang didn’t know that his beautiful superior had persistently trained in swimming for over ten years. Not only had it shaped her S-figure and smooth, elastic skin, but her underwater skills were also top-notch. Fighting him in the bathtub now came as naturally to her as a fish in water.
Chen Xuan easily broke free from Abang’s grasp and even kicked him once more, laughing and scolding, “Sister Xuan is not someone you can hug so casually!”
As she spoke, Chen Xuan’s two arms suddenly wrapped around Abang’s shoulders like boneless tentacles. The skin on her arms was smooth and slippery, feeling like two water snakes gliding over his body. Abang’s heart jumped in alarm as he realized his shoulders were now trapped and immobile. Immediately after, his legs were also entangled by her thighs and lifted high, almost touching the back of his head. The pain was unbearable, and he let out a heart-wrenching scream. But this was obviously useless. Chen Xuan, while enjoying her prey’s wails, suddenly tightened her arms. While forcefully bending Abang’s shoulders backward, she also pressed his entire body down to the bottom of the water. In an instant, with the sound of joints cracking, Abang’s ankles, knees, elbows, and other major joints were all twisted and locked. Not only was his body rendered as helpless as a vegetable, but this terrifying snake-like technique and the inhuman pain that followed could also mentally destroy any will to resist.
Abang was submerged and unable to move. His mind raced for a way to survive. Suddenly, he remembered that night at the French restaurant when he had touched her waist and her strong reaction. That’s right — she was ticklish! Fortunately, Abang’s wrist could still move. He turned his hand and began tickling near her slender waist. Sure enough, the body pressing on him immediately reacted strongly, trembling nonstop. Her breathing also became much more rapid. Chen Xuan tried to endure for a while, but being extremely ticklish, she soon let out a laugh. Her body instinctively contracted. Abang seized the chance to thrash and struggle wildly, finally breaking free from her four-limb entanglement! While blindly flailing in the water like a dog paddle, his palm suddenly felt an extremely soft and tender sensation. What he grabbed was round and firm — clearly a woman’s ankle!
“Ah!” Chen Xuan immediately let out a sharp scream, her voice carrying a hint of shyness. Her delicate, soft, and thin fragrant foot instantly struggled like a little rabbit in the man’s hand, trying desperately to break free. Who would have thought that the graceful and generous Sister Xuan would also feel shy at times. Abang was not about to let go of such an opportunity. His other hand came to assist as well. He firmly clamped Chen Xuan’s ankle with both hands and twisted it forcefully to one side. Afraid of the pain, Chen Xuan had no choice but to follow the direction of the twist and flip over in the water, landing face-down.
Having just managed to turn over, Chen Xuan was immediately choked by her own necklace, letting out a small cry of terror. At the same time, Abang felt the woman beneath him start to struggle wildly, rubbing and grinding against him with fervor. Especially her plump buttocks, which were sensuously brushing against his groin, arousing him. His member nestled between her buttocks, the sensation intensified as her flesh squeezed and rubbed against him; her thighs slapped the water, creating chaotic splashes and banging noises against the bathtub. Muffling her moans and groans, Chen Xuan seemed to be trying to say something while shaking her head, but Abang just tightened his grip on the necklace, pushing her head down beside his face.
Abang heard the sound of water being churned by the struggling body and immediately lunged forward. With a loud splash, his body weighing over 150 pounds landed heavily on Chen Xuan’s back. He pressed her head down to the bottom of the tub. A string of small bubbles immediately gurgled up. Perhaps finally sensing the fear of death, the beauty snake beneath Abang began to struggle violently. Her limbs thrashed wildly underwater. Her ass bucked up and down, trying to throw Abang off and escape his weight. Abang countered by slamming his ass down hard, pressing her down like a pagoda, determined to drown her at the bottom of the tub. In order to survive, both of them had gone all out, completely abandoning the elegance and mutual respect they had shown during dinner not long ago.
Chen Xuan knew very clearly that tonight, one corpse would have to remain in this bathtub — either Abang’s or her own. Facing the terror of death, her strong survival instinct also awakened her hidden potential. Suddenly, an idea flashed through her mind. She reached her hand behind her back and grabbed fiercely at Abang’s crotch. “Aaaah~~~!” Abang let out a loud, strange cry. Instinctively, he quickly withdrew his hands to protect his groin. The pressure on Chen Xuan’s neck and back instantly lessened. She immediately pushed off the bottom of the tub with both hands, arched her body, and twisted her slender waist wildly, trying to flip over.
Abang was thrown off her back. Seeing the water-snake-like body about to nimbly flip over in the water, he felt a surge of panic. Suddenly, a faint white light flashed before his eyes. He didn’t know what it was, but in his desperation, he reached out and grabbed it without thinking. It was thin and cool — it was Chen Xuan’s silver necklace with the poisoned needle launcher. He clutched it like a lifeline. His body pressed against Chen Xuan’s back. With a splash of water, he used her flipping momentum to swing around behind her again. Then he pulled the necklace backward with all his strength. The front of the silver necklace tightened viciously around Chen Xuan’s throat.
Chen Xuan had finally managed to flip over, but she was now violently choked by her own necklace. She instinctively let out a sharp “Ah!” scream. Although it was short and light, the tone was clearly filled with fear. Almost at the same time, Abang felt the lively body beneath him suddenly become extremely frightened. She began struggling madly. Her entire waist and hips rubbed and twisted uncontrollably against him.
Especially her plump, raised ass grinding forcefully against his crotch underwater, bringing him waves of pleasure. His cock stiffened and became trapped between her ass cheeks, being squeezed and rubbed by the fleshy buttocks, feeling incredibly good. Chen Xuan’s snow-white, plump thighs slapped rapidly against the water surface, splashing chaotic droplets. Her high heels occasionally kicked against the edge of the tub, making loud banging sounds. She shook her head, still making muffled “mmm… mmm…” groans from her mouth, unclear what she was trying to say. Seeing this, Abang immediately tightened his grip. The necklace sank even deeper. He pressed her head firmly down beside his own face. Her pair of mature, towering breasts consequently thrust upward. Although still covered by her bra, they continued to jiggle up and down and side to side in front of Abang. At this moment, Chen Xuan had completely lost all her ladylike demeanor. Her body twisted and struggled wildly, looking exactly like a giant water snake thrashing in the water.
Abang glanced at Chen Xuan’s face, which was now extremely close. He saw her eyes darting around erratically, probably looking for anything nearby she could use. Unfortunately, there was nothing in the bathtub except water. Her ten slender, jade-like fingers gripped the necklace. Her beautifully manicured nails, which had looked so elegant when he first saw them, tried again and again to pry the necklace out. But the thin silver necklace was embedded so deeply into her flesh that there was no gap left. It had completely sealed her airway. She instinctively opened her mouth wide, but couldn’t draw in a single breath. Instead, the sinking of her hyoid bone pushed her tongue out a little, revealing a small, wet, red tip between her jade teeth. This slight protrusion of her tongue seemed to trigger her nerves again. She suddenly released her hands from her neck and began waving them desperately, signaling “no.” She slapped the edge of the tub, then slapped Abang’s arm, continuing to wave her hands while shaking her head slightly. Abang knew — she was truly panicking now.
Despite still smelling her fragrant hair and feeling her coveted soft body, Abang showed no mercy. He simply let this seductive urban beauty struggle desperately in his arms, even as she begged for her life. This beautiful superior had pretended to be an elegant and gentle big sister in front of others, but had used her mature womanly charm to nearly kill him twice. How could he let her continue living to harm others? So, the more Chen Xuan thrashed and struggled in the water, the tighter Abang pulled the silver necklace in his hands – his only weapon to subdue her.
Chen Xuan’s face quickly turned purple-red. Several veins bulged prominently on her forehead. But terrified of death, she clearly didn’t want to give up any chance of survival. Her hands suddenly reached backward again, grabbing Abang’s hair and yanking wildly. A sharp, stinging pain immediately erupted on his scalp, as if his entire scalp was about to be torn off. Now it was either him letting go first from the pain, or her letting go first from suffocation. Abang endured it. No matter how she clawed and pulled, he refused to loosen his grip on the silver necklace. His fingers had gone numb from the strain. But prolonged oxygen deprivation to her brain could no longer support such violent movements.
After struggling like this for a while, Chen Xuan was at her limit. With a slight twitch of her arms, her orchid-like jade hands slowly released his hair. Her once energetic body gradually weakened, leaving only sporadic involuntary spasms. The splashes on the water surface became fewer and weaker. It was time to finish it. Abang gave the necklace a fierce yank. A muffled “glug glug” sound immediately came from Chen Xuan’s throat. Every feature and pore on her face seemed to expand to their limit. Then her head finally rested obediently against his shoulder, as if snuggling against a close lover. However, her face was dark purple. Her signature charming peach-blossom eyes were wide open, almost ready to burst. It was frightening to look at. Even her sexy tongue finally extended flirtatiously out of her mouth bit by bit until it was fully out, then twitched and slanted weakly at the corner of her lips. A stream of drool immediately hung down from the tip of her tongue.
Chen Xuan felt her entire neck had gone completely numb and stiff with no sensation left, and the numbness was spreading rapidly. The muscles throughout her body were continuously contracting and spasming. The consciousness in her brain grew increasingly blurry and faint. A mysterious force seemed to be constantly pulling her soul away from this body. She unconsciously shook her head, as if still reluctant to let go of her identity as a woman. She simply could not accept connecting herself with the cold morgue or the terrifying crematorium. On the verge of death, she was almost begging to hold onto that last remaining bit of life consciousness. She thought of her first kiss in university, the waist-cinching wrap skirt she loved in the department store, the pair of pointed high heels she had bought but hadn’t had the chance to wear yet, the delicious smoked whale meat she had made for dinner, the vacation to Saipan she was supposed to take next week, and… There were too many things she wanted to think about, but her body no longer allowed her soul to stay. Before she could think enough, a dazzling white light suddenly flashed before her eyes. Her whole body experienced an incomparably relaxing sensation. All her muscles relaxed uncontrollably, and then her world turned into complete darkness and eternal silence forever.
At the same time, the mature female body pressing on Abang suddenly shuddered violently as if struck by an electric current. After her limbs twisted and spasmed wildly a few times, she obediently lay still against him, her entire body going completely limp and motionless. Abang turned his head to look. The pair of alluring peach-blossom eyes had rolled completely white. Her fragrant tongue hung fully out of her lips. White foam clung to her mouth and nose. Her face was deathly blue with no sign of life left. She had completely perished. Only her sexy tongue tip still seemed to twitch slightly. Perhaps this was the final departure of her sinister and venomous soul from this delicate body.
As Abang cautiously loosened the necklace, Chen Xuan’s corpse suddenly convulsed violently twice more. The remaining spinal nerves made one last unwilling final cry, as if trying to jump off Abang. Frightened, he quickly tightened the necklace again and held it for over two minutes until he confirmed the female corpse was completely still before carefully releasing it at last. He wrapped one arm around Chen Xuan’s corpse and pulled her into his embrace. With his other hand, he checked her nose and then felt her carotid artery. Everything was as calm as still water. She was thoroughly and completely dead, reduced to an empty shell without any life left.
This deeply scheming and extremely well-hidden Chen Xuan had thought her elegant and clean plan would leave Abang completely powerless. She never dreamed that she would ultimately die under her own hidden weapon and Abang’s brute force. Not only was she strangled into a female corpse, but she had also handed her body over to Abang.
Abang pushed gently against her shoulder. Using the buoyancy of the bathwater, the female corpse slid to the side of the tub like a dead snake, floating face-up in the water. One of her high heels had somehow come off and sank to the bottom. Abang, completely soaked, stood up and climbed out of the tub. He looked back at the beautiful corpse in the water. She had completely lost all composure. Her hands, which usually looked so elegant, were now curled up like chicken claws beside her neck. Her legs were slightly and indecently spread. The muscles on her face were twisted and deformed. Her eyes bulged and her tongue stuck out. Even her originally elegant, wavy long hair was now wet and matted against her head.
At first glance, she looked completely different from the mature, graceful big sister she once was — almost unrecognizable. Only the bathwater, infused with the perfume from the female corpse, still emitted a faint, alluring fragrance, somewhat salvaging a bit of her womanly dignity. But this didn’t last long. The corpse’s relaxed sphincter allowed some pale yellow liquid to seep out from between her legs, quickly dyeing the water under her crotch pale yellow. The color grew deeper and gradually spread around her body, reaching the walls of the tub, like a large yellow flower blooming in the water until it completely submerged the entire female corpse. The air in the bathroom now carried an additional faint smell of urine.
Abang pinched his nose. Looking at the beautiful superior he had personally strangled to death, he couldn’t help shaking his head and sighing. If one ignored her spy identity, she was indeed a nearly perfect urban woman — intelligent, elegant, beautiful, and cultured, possessing all the capital a woman could want. She could have continued dressing beautifully, enjoying the courtesy of men, weaving her own dreams, and fully exercising all the privileges her womanly identity brought her. It was a pity that all of this had to come to an end. She had been mercilessly stripped of her life and of her right to continue being a woman, turned into nothing more than a corpse — a corpse with no rights, not allowed to remain in this world any longer. The only thing awaiting her was a number in a morgue.
Alright, time to hurry up and verify the body. Thinking of this, Abang came back to his senses. He rolled up his sleeves and reached his hand into the bathwater.
Chapter 6
Abang flipped the beautiful corpse in the water over and spread her thighs apart with both hands. A chrysanthemum tattoo printed on the inner side of her thigh root immediately came into view — exactly the same in position and shape as the ones on Xiaoxiao, Wen Yi, and Ding Ting. It seemed they all belonged to the same organization. Abang patted the corpse’s buttocks and began checking her body from bottom to top. His hands wantonly groped and squeezed the curvaceous flesh. The muscles on the corpse were still full and elastic, feeling thick and very comfortable to touch. Thinking that he now had the chance to touch this elegant big sister’s body like this, Abang felt so smug he almost laughed out loud.
Clearly, aside from the flesh-colored lace lingerie and the fatal silver necklace, there was nothing else on Chen Xuan’s body. He then hugged her slender waist, intending to lift her out of the tub. But after trying a few times, he discovered that Chen Xuan’s dead body was quite heavy. He had no choice but to grab her feet and drag the corpse out of the tub. With a heavy thud, her head slammed onto the bathroom floor.
Then Abang released his hands, and her pair of graceful legs also fell to the ground, obediently lying at his feet. She had been pulled out of the bath like a carrot. The transparent bra straps were still tightly fastened on her exposed, smooth back, squeezing out two fleshy mounds on either side. Abang squatted down, removed the purple-red high heels from her feet, and then yanked off the silver necklace. He hated the thing so much that he threw it into the trash bin without even looking at it. He sat the female corpse up and leaned her against his shoulder. The corpse’s head lolled and nestled obediently in his arms. Abang smiled as he reached out and unfastened her bra clasp. The tight straps immediately retracted to the sides. As he pulled the flesh-colored bra off her arms, a pair of full, round mature breasts finally broke free from their restraint and bounced out. The two pink grapes trembled a few times. Abang laid the female corpse back on the floor, letting her lie face-down obediently. Then he pulled down her panties, revealing her entire plump, raised ass. When she lay like this, the contour of her ass became even more pronounced, forming a beautiful wavy arc. The line where her ass flowed into her thighs was both smooth and soft, tight and full, incredibly beautiful. Abang couldn’t resist giving her ass two hard slaps. The fatty flesh on the corpse’s ass jiggled like a pile of dead pork, trembling in a very amusing way. This beautiful snake who had been so meticulous about her appearance and clothing in life had now been completely stripped naked by Abang after death. The smooth lines and beautiful contours shaped by years of swimming training were fully revealed, all seductive and on display before him.
The remaining perfume on the female corpse mixed with the smell of urine, creating a strange scent that was both fragrant and stinky. So Abang turned on the shower head and sprayed it at the position where the female corpse was lying. “Sigh, looks like I still have to give you another bath, little sister.” The hot water pattered onto the back of the female corpse’s head, splashing into droplets and turning her hair into a wet clump. It then slowly washed down along the streamlined curves of her body. Worried that it wouldn’t clean off the mixed fluids on the corpse, he applied a handful of body wash and began scrubbing her. But toward a corpse, there was no need for any politeness. He scrubbed her curvaceous, voluptuous body roughly like washing a freshly slaughtered pig. One hand smeared and rubbed messily over her body, causing the fattest parts — her plump ass and thighs — to tremble nonstop. The pair of fragrant feet that had made Abang drool the moment he saw them were held in his hands and washed thoroughly clean, looking delicate, fair, and white like peeled spring bamboo shoots. Abang used his toe to lift her hip bone. The smooth female corpse flipped over obediently and lay supine on the bathroom floor, her left leg stacked over her right in a crossed-leg position, clamping her pussy tightly. Abang remembered she had sat with her legs crossed like this that night at the French restaurant. So while rinsing her, he deliberately spread her legs apart. The lush, grassy area immediately revealed a fresh, tender pink pussy
He continued rinsing her for a while. Although the body beneath his feet had lost its life, after being repeatedly washed by hot water, the surface of the corpse was still steaming. Tiny droplets of water condensed on the skin, making it look rosy, translucent, and full of moisture. The snow-white skin even more proudly displayed a unique mature charm. Looking at it, Abang could no longer hold back. As the victor, he now had the right to do whatever he wanted. He lifted Chen Xuan’s arms, shouted “Up!”, pulled the softened female corpse off the floor, and threw her forcefully onto the washbasin counter. The corpse knocked over many cosmetics with a clatter and lay face-down on it. Her thighs hung straight down while her plump ass was raised high toward Abang, forming a beautiful heart shape. He spread the two ass cheeks apart. The pink slit on the meat lingzhi was slightly open, as if silently and strongly calling to him. Abang hissed through his teeth. With a grunt, he quickly took off his pants. His Yang family weapon was already fully prepared and ready to strike, filled with killing intent. He steadied the corpse’s round, plump ass with both hands and thrust hard into the her enticing wet pussy… Accompanied by the sound of her breasts rubbing against the counter, the long spear accurately and powerfully entered Chen Xuan’s warm and narrow secluded valley. It sank more than halfway in, tightly surrounded and squeezed by the wonderful contracting secret passage, with no gap left.The tightness made movement difficult, and the pink, tender labia were stretched extremely wide, surprisingly secreting a bit of moisture.
Normally, at this moment, one would engage in a bit of foreplay with the beauty to ease her pain, but now, it's completely unnecessary. Abang took a deep breath, aimed his erect penis, and thrust straight into her, breaking through all obstacles in her secret passage, reaching a warm and moist haven at the end of her mysterious secluded path. Abang closed his eyes in satisfaction and began thrusting his hard spear back and forth repeatedly. Pa pa pa pa pa pa pa! Their bodies collided, making Chen Xuan’s corpse rub continuously against the counter with a slick sound. Her whole body’s beautiful flesh trembled wildly. At the same time, he reached out with his ten fingers and, in rhythm with his body, grabbed and kneaded her plump, raised ass, wantonly and freely enjoying the thick, soft, and elastic feel of her beautiful buttocks.
Chen Xuan stared blankly with her lifeless beautiful eyes. Her graceful body was roughly pushed back and forth on the washbasin counter. Her jade gate was wide open, allowing the victor to freely enjoy her flesh without any reaction. This beauty snake Chen Xuan had thought she could control Abang with her sexy and elegant mature womanly charm, but instead she had everything taken from her by him. Even the body she usually never showed to others had been stripped naked and used as a trophy. She had truly lost both her life and her body, completely conquered by Abang. With every thrust, Abang he was asserting his dominance over her.
Pa pa pa pa pa pa pa! Abang thrust faster and faster. Finally, with a loud roar of “Ya!”, his lower body shook violently several times. His face was filled with extreme ecstatic satisfaction. Whether she liked it or not, several jets of scorching hot flames forcefully sprayed inside, sending her quite a bit of traveling money for the road to the hell.
Abang panted heavily, his long spear still lingering reluctantly inside the paradise. His hands caressed her jade back and raised ass in intoxication, occasionally playing with her wet hair so he could better admire this beautiful corpse. He found it strange that the intense fucking earlier hadn’t triggered the muscle-weakening drug in the plum wine. It turned out that during the fierce fight with Chen Xuan in the bathtub, he had sweated a lot. Combined with the stimulating effect of the bathwater, most of the drug’s effect had already worn off.
After resting like this for five or six minutes, Abang felt his strength gradually returning. He pulled out his spear and pushed the entire female corpse onto the washbasin counter, then flipped her over so she lay face-up. Her neck hung over the edge of the counter, letting her head dangle down. The female corpse, with her muscles relaxed, was extremely soft and obedient, letting him pose her however he wanted. Abang stood in front of her face with his hands behind his back. His spear head thrust out, rubbing and tracing lines on her face. It soon swelled up again into an erect thick rod, waving proudly in front of her eyes. Suddenly, the burning poker forced its way between her upper and lower jade teeth and pushed all the way in until it was fully buried. Her mouth, already opened into an O-shape, was stretched even wider. Her fragrant tongue pressed against the shaft while the tip reached all the way to her throat before stopping. “Wo!” Abang let out a long, satisfied breath, enjoying the immense pleasure of his thick rod being tightly wrapped by her soft, wet mouth. It felt incredibly good! Meanwhile, this beautiful and intelligent female superior helplessly and quietly held the thick rod in her mouth. Her entire mouth was stuffed full as it leisurely thrust in and out, hitting the back of her throat again and again.
Soon, Abang felt the familiar stirring in his loins. The tension built until he couldn’t hold back, pushing as deep into her throat as possible. At the same time, the shaft shook violently. Then, with a twitch, he ejaculated again, the force of it making her throat bulge rhythmically. Once he’d emptied himself, he patted her cheek with satisfaction, saying, “Consider this a late-night snack on me, Chen Xuan. Ha!” He then pulled out his now flaccid member, and a sticky, milky fluid leaked from the corner of her mouth, dripping onto her face.
Abang put his pants back on and casually fixed his clothes and hair while looking in the mirror above the washbasin. However, finding the female corpse lying across it in the way, he simply used his hands to pry up the corpse and flipped her off the counter. With a heavy, muffled thud, the female corpse rolled from the washbasin onto the floor, curling up in the corner. She no longer had any value or reason to be kept around.
After tidying up his appearance, Abang returned to the bedroom. He glanced at the big bed and saw the long-sleeved shirt, short skirt, and crystal stockings that Chen Xuan had taken off before her shower still neatly arranged. However, these remnants would never return to their owner’s body again. He looked around Chen Xuan’s bedroom and thought to himself: Lin Yanni had said that female agents often keep important items close to their bodies, but Chen Xuan had already been stripped completely naked and searched by him multiple times. There was no sign of the USB drive on her. Perhaps she had hidden it somewhere else in the room.
He walked around, searching. On the bedside table lay a copy of Floating Flowers and Drifting Petals. It looked somewhat familiar. After thinking for a moment, he recalled it was the Eileen Chang novel Chen Xuan had mentioned to him at the French restaurant. A bookmark was inserted at about four-fifths of the way through — it seemed she would never finish reading it now. Abang opened the drawer under the bedside table. Inside were several of Chen Xuan’s photo albums, and at the very bottom was a diary. He flipped through it casually. It was nothing but trivial women’s chatter:
“October 22: Went shopping with May at Hang Lung Plaza all evening. Bally released new single shoes with flower straps and buckles. So ladylike. Couldn’t resist buying another pair…”
“October 23: Noticed I gained weight while showering. So annoying! Going to fast tomorrow!”
“October 24: Where’s the Taobao package I ordered the day before yesterday?”
“October 25: Going to take a nice break in Saipan after completing the mission tomorrow!”
The rest of the pages were blank. She hadn’t had the chance to write about today before she died. Abang snickered, concluding all women were the same. Seeing nothing of value, he tossed the diary back. Perhaps the vanity-driven woman had hidden the USB drive in one of her high heels?
He moved to the storage room on the first floor, where the scent of leather filled the air. He counted sixty-eight pairs of women’s shoes of various styles. Dumping them all out, he searched each one but found no USB drive.
Impatient, he hurried back upstairs to the bedroom. This time he wasn’t polite at all. He dumped everything from Chen Xuan’s wardrobe, drawers, and vanity onto the carpet, kicked over the sofa, tore down the wall photos, ripped off the bedsheets, dismantled the table lamps and floor lamps, and even tore open the big teddy bear and shook out the cotton. After ransacking the place, the once neat and cozy bedroom looked like a pigsty. Underwear, panties, stockings, pajamas, tissues, photos, and other private items were scattered all over the floor, but he still found nothing. Remembering the purple-red handbag she had carried today, Abang quickly found it, unzipped it, and dumped everything out. He shook out a pile of items: phone, keys, wallet, parking tickets, cosmetics, CDs, sanitary pads, and a pack of ultra-thin black stockings that professional women usually keep as spares. Unfortunately, she never got the chance to open them. He checked all the women’s items in the bag one by one and noticed that one lipstick tube seemed much lighter than usual. He forcefully broke it open and sure enough, a small USB drive was hidden inside. After a quick look, he recognized it — it was exactly the same one he had taken from Ding Ting’s bra! He kissed the USB drive and carefully put it back into his suit’s inner pocket. Overjoyed, he thought: This time he could finally show off properly in front of Lin Yanni!
He excitedly returned to the bathroom. On the tiled floor, Chen Xuan’s curvaceous corpse still lay completely naked and alone in the corner. Some white fluid still clung to her mouth and lower body. Her face was covered by wet hair, making her features unrecognizable. Only a ring of dark purple strangulation marks around her neck was visible. The little Chihuahua was gently licking her cheek. She had once been a beautiful and graceful mature big sister, but now she lay as a naked corpse, her chastity completely lost — a tragic end that even made Abang feel a little sorry for her. The reason he returned to the bathroom was because he had made up his mind to bury this female corpse. Although he had killed a Green Swallow female agent in self-defense, and he was carrying out Rock Spring’s orders, so he probably wouldn’t face legal issues, who knew how many of their comrades were still eyeing the anti-gravity USB drive? The best way was to bury the corpse first so it wouldn’t be discovered for now. Only then could he safely meet up with Lin Yanni and hand over the USB drive.
Rolling up his sleeves, he turned Chen Xuan's corpse over, planning to hoist it onto his shoulder. However, when he lifted her upper body, her breasts pressed against his chest, warm and soft, sending a jolt of arousal through him. Startled, Abang loosened his grip, and the poor female corpse fell back to the floor with a heavy thud. “Hey, what are you panicking about? It’s just a still-warm pile of meat. Stay calm, stay calm,” he comforted himself. Once again, he lifted the heavy corpse, exerted force, and hoisted it onto his shoulder. He steadied it with one arm wrapped around her ass. Chen Xuan was 168cm tall and had a full, voluptuous figure. Carrying her on his shoulder was quite heavy. Plus, he had just ejaculated earlier, so before he even left the bedroom his legs were already shaking. So he simply put the female corpse down, found a rope as thick as a chopstick, wrapped it tightly around both her ankles several times, and slung the other end over his shoulder. He dragged the soulless female corpse out of the bedroom like a dead dog, then thumped loudly down the stairs. There was no need to be gentle or polite with her anymore. The little Chihuahua kept following beside her, continuously licking her forehead.
He dragged her into the backyard of the villa. Abang grabbed a shovel and dug a hole in the grass. It took him a full half hour to dig a pit slightly larger than Chen Xuan’s body. It was nighttime, and the backyard fence was covered with short trees, forming a natural screen, so digging the hole didn’t alert the neighbors. No wonder backyards in American dramas often turned into makeshift graveyards.
Abang kicked the female corpse into the pit like a soccer ball. With a heavy thud, the corpse rolled to the bottom, kicking up a bit of dust before landing face-down, ass-up inside. In most places, burying a corpse face-down was extremely disrespectful, but for this beauty snake, it was exactly what she deserved. The female corpse lay slightly curled at the bottom of the pit in a stiff and unnatural position. Some dirty soil had landed on her once delicately maintained fair skin, making her look completely unlike her usual image. Only her elegant long hair still flowed smoothly down her back, proving how charming and graceful she had been in life. At this moment, the little Chihuahua seemed to finally understand something. It actually jumped into the pit and barked desperately beside the female corpse’s ear, trying hard to wake its owner.
“Go on, get out!” Abang chased the little dog away and decisively began shoveling dirt into the human-shaped pit. In the quiet midnight backyard, the soft rustling sounds of falling soil could be heard. Dirty yellow earth poured down onto Chen Xuan’s well-maintained skin and her still full, raised round ass. This once beautiful big sister superior slowly disappeared from Abang’s sight under the falling dirt. Before long, the shallow pit was completely filled. Abang stood on top and stomped it down until it was level with the surrounding ground. Only then did he consider this fake-faced beauty snake fully buried underground, accompanied by cold soil, never to see daylight again.
Abang stuck the shovel into the ground and panted, muttering, "Damn, that was exhausting. Who said being a spy was thrilling? This is just manual labor. And after trying to kill me, she just dies and leaves me to clean up the mess. What the hell?"
After dealing with the female corpse, he suddenly remembered there was still one very important thing to do — collect tonight’s spoils. So before leaving, he ran back up to the second floor of the villa again. On the bedroom floor lay Chen Xuan’s glamorous photo album. This beauty snake had just been personally strangled and buried by him, but the beauty in the photos seemed completely unconcerned, still smiling charmingly at him with her alluring eyes, as elegant and sexy as ever. Abang gave the beauty in the photo a mocking smile, then stepped on it as he walked into the bathroom. He picked up the pair of very feminine purple-red high heels he had taken off Chen Xuan’s feet. He brought them to his nose and sniffed. They still carried the faint foot scent of the beautiful woman. The streamlined shape was elegant and refined, perfectly matching her image. The heels were thin and sharp, exuding sexy charm. It was truly a work of art belonging exclusively to women. Naturally, Abang lustfully stuffed them into his shoulder bag, squeezing them together with Xiaoxiao’s rose hair tie, Wen Yi’s knee-high white boots, and Ding Ting’s black lace bra. His trophy collection had gained another item.
He returned to the bedroom and casually turned off the lights. He had decided: he would go see Lin Yanni now, complete his “mission,” and then leave East Capital and return to his hometown in the south as quickly as possible. He was imagining the day he would finally be free when suddenly the sound of light high-heel steps came from the bedroom doorway. Immediately after, a female voice rang out in the darkness: “Don’t move. I have a gun.”
Abang found the voice very familiar and blurted out, “Sister Yanni, it’s me! Why are you here too?” At the bedroom doorway stood a tall figure. Although it was dark and he couldn’t see her face clearly, that cold and domineering tone, tall figure, and strong silhouette could only belong to Lin Yanni.
“So it’s you, Abang.” Although Lin Yanni said this, she still kept her gun raised. Feeling the mess under her feet, she added, “Looks like I’m still a step too late. I went over the events of the night your USB was stolen again and felt that besides Jiang Ruhong, there was one other person most suspicious — your superior, Chen Xuan.”
“You’re right about that. But, haha, it’s back in our hands now!” Abang couldn’t hide his excitement and quickly pulled out the USB drive from his inner pocket, waving it to claim credit. As soon as Lin Yanni heard this, she immediately stepped forward and ordered him, “Hand it over to me!”
Just as Abang was about to reach out and give it to her — Bang! Glass shattered, and a figure in green burst through the balcony window, landing on the bedroom floor. Without missing a beat, the intruder cocked a gun, kneeled, and shouted, “Both of you, freeze! Give me the USB drive.” The voice sent chills down Abang’s spine, causing him to slump to the floor. It was unmistakably Jiang Ruhong. But hadn’t she died?
In that same instant, Lin Yanni also aimed her gun at Jiang Ruhong: “Abang, don’t give it to her. She’s here to kill you.”
As the night grew deeper, with the clock ticking towards 10 PM, within a suburban villa, two women were facing off, guns drawn over the USB drive in Abang’s hands, while he, clueless and slumped on the floor, had no idea how to deal with the situation.
Lin Yanni gripped her gun with both hands, eyes locked warily on Jiang Ruhong, ready to strike at any moment. Yet her mouth remained dismissive. “Ye Ya, so you cheap bitch still haven’t died. But tonight you’ve come knocking on hell’s door of your own accord. You’re dead for sure. I figured the Ministry of Defense sent someone, didn’t expect it to be you.”
Ye Ya? Is her name Ye Ya? Abang was even more confused.
Ye Ya was also bewildered, wondering how Lin Murong knew someone from the Ministry of Defense was sent to Shanghai so early. But she didn’t back down, firing back, “Murong! You intercepted the T89, assassinated the central commissioner; aren’t you afraid I’ll take you back to Beijing for trial?”
Lin Yanni let out several cold, mocking laughs, her tone somewhat sinister. “Afraid? After I kill you tonight and bury your corpse somewhere remote, no one will ever know what happened to you. Hmph. Abang, come behind me.”
“If you move, I’ll shoot you first,” Ye Ya threatened without hesitation, her eyes fixated on the movements of the shadows that were Lin Murong and Abang.
Abang lay on the floor obediently, not daring to move. He wanted to hide behind Lin Murong since she was a genuine military strategist, but he was afraid that Ye Ya, who seemed to have returned from the dead, would shoot him first, leaving him indecisive. The room fell into a tense silence, with both women holding their breaths in the pitch black, standing off against each other.
Woof woof woof. Probably because Lin Yanni hadn’t closed the front door properly when she entered, the little Chihuahua — worried about its female owner — had somehow made it up to the second floor. Seeing a strange woman standing at the bedroom doorway, it placed its paws on Lin Yanni’s instep and started barking. Lin Yanni, who was only wearing a layer of flesh-colored stockings on her feet, was startled by the sudden touch. Her finger tightened, and with a soft “pop,” she accidentally fired a shot!
Unfortunately, her aim was off. Bang! A column of wood splinters flew up from the floor behind Ye Ya. Ye Ya hadn’t expected this sudden turn of events either. As she dodged, she also fired wildly, hitting the wooden door beside Lin Yanni, then rolled behind the bed. Lin Yanni kicked the Chihuahua away and took cover behind the door, firing suppressing shots at the single bed. Bullets struck the mattress, sending white fluff flying everywhere. Ye Ya could only occasionally poke her gun out to return fire.
The two women exchanged fire for a while, but neither managed to hit the other. However, once the shooting started, Abang was the one who suffered. Besides the bed, there was nowhere else in the room to hide. He couldn’t exactly hide behind the bed with Ye Ya and get shot by Lin Yanni, and Ye Ya was both Lin Yanni’s enemy and his own — plus he had once thrown her into the Huangpu River. Hiding there would be like a sheep walking into a tiger’s den. So he decided to take advantage of their intense fight. Using his rat-scurrying technique again, Abang dropped to all fours and crawled quickly toward the bathroom to grab the necklace Chen Xuan had left behind. That was a killing weapon. With it in hand, his chances against Ye Ya would naturally improve.
The bedroom was pitch black. Only faint moonlight filtered through the curtain gaps. Neither side could clearly see the other’s exact position and could only fire suppressing shots toward general directions. Bullets flew wildly, and the room filled with the sound of shattering furniture and objects. Abang hadn’t crawled far when several stray bullets landed near him. Terrified, he clutched his head and rolled and scurried across the floor. In the darkness, he clumsily crawled under the bed. Using the weak moonlight in the room, he could see a pair of shallow-cut standard-issue high heels standing beside the bed, gleaming with a polished shine. Without a doubt, they belonged to Ye Ya, who was hiding behind the bed. A vulgar idea quickly formed in his mind: If he grabbed Ye Ya’s silk-stockinged feet later, heh heh, she’d be waiting to get shot dead by Sister Yanni!
In the blink of an eye, Lin Yanni’s magazine ran dry. She immediately tossed the empty gun to the left to create a distraction, then leaped forward to the right and jumped straight onto the bed. This way, she could engage Ye Ya in close combat, and her high heels clicking on the floor would no longer reveal her position. Ye Ya fell for the trick and fired at where the empty gun had landed. By the time she realized what was happening, Lin Yanni had already leaped right in front of her and kicked her weapon away with one powerful strike.
Hiding under the bed, Abang felt the bed shake. Someone had landed on it — clearly Sister Yanni had arrived! He quickly reached out to grab Ye Ya’s feet to help Lin Yanni. But the silhouette of those standard-issue high heels suddenly jumped upward and disappeared. He grabbed empty air. Then the bed shook again, as if another person had joined. It turned out that after Ye Ya’s gun was kicked away, she immediately jumped onto the soft bed as well and began fighting Lin Yanni at close range. Watching the cooked goose fly away right in front of him, Abang was filled with regret.
Lin Yanni, who had risen to the position of Rock Spring’s top staff officer in her early thirties, relied not only on her brains but also on her combat prowess. From her elevated position on the bed, she immediately used a throat-slashing hand technique on Ye Ya, who had just jumped up. Ye Ya let out a choked “Ugh!” and half-crouched on the bed, clutching her neck, unable to catch her breath. Before she could recover, Lin Yanni lunged forward with both hands, trying to twist her head! Ye Ya was shocked and hurriedly dodged, but Lin Yanni’s high heel tip viciously kicked her in the crotch. With a miserable scream of “Wuah!”, she fell off the bed and curled up on the floor. In that brief exchange of unarmed combat, the winner was already decided.
However, for Abang hiding under the bed, the entire fight on top of the bed was completely unknown to him. He only heard the two women stomping around on the bed above, making creaking sounds, along with a few screams whose owners he couldn’t identify. Not knowing how the fight was going, he was anxiously waiting when he suddenly heard two clear sounds of high heels landing on the floor. He quickly turned his head to look. Beside the bed, that same pair of shallow-cut standard-issue high heels had landed again — exactly the same as the ones Ye Ya had been wearing earlier! His heart leaped with joy. “Haha, let’s see where you run now, little Ye Zi!” Like lightning, he reached out from under the bed and grabbed the ankles above the shoes. Although the stockings on the ankles were extremely smooth and soft, Abang’s hands clamped down like crab claws. He seized the opportunity to shout loudly, “Sister Yanni, quick! Shoot her dead! Shoot her dead!” While shouting, he tried to yank the person down to the floor. But the legs were extremely strong — no matter how hard he pulled, he couldn’t move them.
What he never expected was that the voice coming from outside the bed was Lin Yanni’s angry roar: “You idiot! It’s me, Yanni! Let go!” Only then did he realize he had grabbed Lin Yanni, who had just jumped down from the bed to launch an attack… And in those brief two or three seconds while Lin Yanni was held back, Ye Ya had cleverly and quickly gotten up. She reached behind her head and pulled something out. As her long hair fell loosely, she drew out the pair of Emei daggers she was skilled with. Holding them like a flash of flying lightning, she rapidly thrust them toward Lin Yanni!
The tips of the Emei daggers quickly pierced into the left chest of Lin Yanni’s uniform. Ye Ya was overjoyed and poured all her strength into the thrust, determined to run her through. But the Emei daggers only managed to puncture the surface of the uniform. They could go no deeper, as if some hard and tough armor was blocking them from reaching her body! “What?” Ye Ya was shocked. Before she could pull back and stab again, it was already too late. Lin Yanni executed an incredibly fast joint lock, instantly grabbing her elbow in the blink of an eye. Then she pushed forward and twisted. With a loud crack, Ye Ya’s right wrist joint dislocated. Immediately after, a knee strike sent her flying backward.
Having lost the use of one arm, cold sweat immediately poured from Ye Ya’s forehead. The situation was now crystal clear — she was no match for Lin Yanni. Continuing to fight would only lead to certain defeat. She gritted her teeth and, against all expectations, charged straight at Lin Yanni again. She aimed one dagger at her throat, using a “mutual destruction” style of attack. But just as she reached her, her footsteps suddenly changed direction. Her figure flashed, and she appeared right in front of Abang, who had just crawled out from under the bed. Abang couldn’t even see her move before he was caught. Before he could fully react, he heard Ye Ya shout, “Let’s go!” Before the words even finished, she had already twisted him and retreated onto the balcony.
Abang tilted his head back and shouted loudly, cursing the dog spy to let him go, as if he were about to be pushed out for execution. “Jump!” Ye Ya’s words sounded like an order, but they were really just informing Abang — because as she said it, she had already grabbed him and jumped down from the balcony before Lin Yanni could reach them…
Fortunately, it was only from the low second floor of the villa, and the ground below was soft grass. Ye Ya rolled twice after landing and was unharmed. Abang, however, was nearly killed by the fall. He had barely shouted in pain when Ye Ya picked him up from the ground like a sack and dragged him toward a Renault sports car parked by the roadside of the residential complex. At the same time, Lin Yanni’s agile body descended from the second floor like a golden goose in flight. Only then did Abang finally see clearly that both women were wearing identical dark green army-style female officer pants uniforms. Naturally, even their shoes were the same style. No wonder he hadn’t been able to tell them apart earlier under the bed.
Abang wanted to resist, but the fall earlier had shaken him quite badly. His mind was still dizzy, and intimidated by the Emei dagger in Ye Ya’s hand, he could only be helplessly dragged into the car. Ye Ya quickly started the sports car. Bang! Lin Yanni had already caught up like a ghost and punched the driver’s side window, shattering it. She clamped her long, slender fingers around Ye Ya’s throat! Ye Ya slammed her foot on the accelerator. The sports car roared and shot forward several meters, dragging Lin Yanni along before she stumbled and fell onto the cement ground.
The midnight roads had sparse traffic. Ye Ya drove even faster, speeding wildly along the suburban roads as if fleeing for her life. Her driving was no less fierce than Lin Yanni’s. Abang glanced at the rearview mirror. Lin Yanni was already gone. His heart turned cold. He thought to himself that falling into this cunning Ye Ya’s hands — plus the grudge from those two shots — meant he probably wouldn’t die but would at least lose a layer of skin. Thinking of this, he secretly glanced at Ye Ya. To his surprise, this glance revealed something new: Ye Ya in the driver’s seat had long, glossy black hair that cascaded over her shoulders, partially covering her rather beautiful oval face. Her cherry lips were slightly upturned, looking very playful. Her features were quite delicate — by any measure, she was a beauty.
Although her appearance wasn’t quite as good as Zhu Liying’s, she had twelve points of playful cleverness. Especially her pair of watery, jet-black eyes that were crystal clear, exuding the shrewdness of a cunning fox. She wore a light green standard-issue shirt and dark green standard-issue jacket on top. A black standard-issue belt around her willow waist made her chest appropriately prominent. Her lower body was also in matching dark green standard-issue pants. On her feet were a pair of black, polished standard-issue high heels. Although the heels weren’t very high, the section of flesh-colored stocking visible on her instep was still quite alluring. Usually mixed in with the white-collar workers at the company, she didn’t stand out much. But tonight, wearing this military uniform and paired with the same well-proportioned, athletic figure as Lin Yanni, she exuded the aura of a beautiful woman in uniform — just with a completely different style from Lin Yanni’s, one southern and soft, the other northern and strong.
Ye Ya, steering the car, threw an officer ID to Abang and angrily said, “Look closely, dumbass. Are you genuinely stupid? If Lin Murong kills the central commissioner, you think she'd leave you alive as a witness? You'd be next. Don't be the fool who gets sold and still helps the seller count the cash.”
Abang, baffled, examined the ID, her picture and number displayed, showing she was a captain affiliated with the Defense Department. Despite the legit-looking red stamp, Abang was skeptical; he’d seen too many fakes recently. “So you're really with the Defense Department?”
Ye Ya nodded. “Ding Chunqiu intercepted a weapon meant for us. I was sent to Shanghai to secure its tech before he does. If Ding gets his hands on both, he'd whip up super chemical weapons in no time. No stopping him then.”
“So, the weapon belongs to the Department... But who’s the real deal between you and Lin Murong?”
“Both of us are real. We simply serve different masters.” As she said this, Ye Ya’s tone grew noticeably agitated, but she only added simply, “We graduated from the same military academy. Three years ago at the All-Army Martial Arts Competition, I fought all the way to the finals before losing to her. She is a very formidable woman. After that, our paths diverged. I stayed in the military, while she followed Ding Chunqiu.”
Abang thought, “Wait, this means I’m working for Ding too, helping him indirectly. I can't face this!” As he was about to express regret, Ye Ya chuckled, speaking first, “I identified you through a photo. You were just a pawn, used because of your clean record. That night, I was there to steal tech, but someone beat me to it. Then you walked in, taking pictures, exposing my hiding spot. I had to leave, and someone in the room shot me in the back. Thankfully, my bulletproof vest saved me. Later, Ding Ting invited you to a social event to get rid of you. But when I saw you actually managed to escape alive from the Waldorf Hotel, the only explanation was that you had killed Ding Ting. The USB drive was very likely on you. So I took the opportunity when I bumped into you to try stealing the USB from your body. Unfortunately, you little rascal were quite vigilant and I failed to get it.”
“Oh... so you were the one messing around!”
Ye Ya retorted, “Look at you, acting all innocent! You almost got me killed by Ding Ting with your flashlight, pushed me into the river, and tried to grab my foot under the bed, didn’t you? What did I ever do to you?”
Abang, noticing her mood swings and casual style, found her somewhat charming. Though she was younger, she kept calling herself ‘big sister’, teasing him. Feeling guilty, he let her scold him. Seeing his dejected look, Ye Ya laughed again, not holding grudges, “After you got the USB, you didn’t leave immediately. I know Chen Xuan invited you for dinner that night, then there was an explosion at the restaurant. Days later, she unusually invites a newbie like you over to her place for dinner. Connect the dots, and it’s clear: the one who took back the USB and wanted you dead is our 'boss' Chen Xuan.”
“Yeah, she invited me to dinner and started stripping. Who knows how much effort she put into trying to kill me. That beauty snake really didn’t show her tail until the very end! Holy shit!”
She paused, continuing, “Sadly, before I could confront her, you and Lin Murong ganged up on me. If it weren’t for your pathetic shooting and my bulletproof vest, I'd be dead. After I escaped the river, I was planning to confront Chen Xuan to get back the USB, but ran into you and that bitch Lin Murong again. But one thing puzzles me; how did Lin know that the Defense Department sent someone to Shanghai?”
“I have no idea. She rarely spills the real tea. Wait, where are we going now?” Abang noticed they were heading toward the airport.
“Going back to Beijing with the USB. It’s safer for you there. Then...”
Before she could finish, the car swerved dangerously, almost hitting the guardrail. “Shit, we got a flat!” Right after, a bullet pierced through the rear window, flying between them and exiting through the windshield. Abang, scared shitless, ducked, holding his head. He had a deep fear of bullets as he didn't know how to use a gun. Through the rear-view mirror, a Volvo SUV with its bright lights on was tailing them. It was Lin Murong’s vehicle, and she had caught up somehow!
Ye Ya struggled to steer the car, trying to zigzag on the road to avoid being shot. But the wounded sports car couldn’t outspeed the behemoth SUV. Lin was closing in. In a panic, Ye Ya looked at Abang, “We need to split up, or neither of us will make it.”
“What do you mean???”
Bam!—A heavy collision threw their car off course, spinning on the asphalt like a top, its tires screeching against the guardrail before plunging into a ditch.
With her injured arm pressed against the steering wheel, Ye Ya was in too much pain to open her eyes. She pushed her ID against Abang and instructed, “Take this to Beijing. Find General Shen Chengzhi. He’ll know what to do. Go...” Seeing him hesitate, she kicked him out of the car, yelling, “Run if you want to live!”
Poor Abang, kicked out, rolled down the slope. The SUV didn’t stop; it charged through the broken guardrail, ramming into their car, crushing a third of it. Abang was scared out of his wits: if he was still in the car, he’d be dead meat. After witnessing Lin's brutal methods, he didn't need to think twice. With one last look at the car, he sprinted down the slope.
Abang scampered down the side of the road, looking all ragged and beaten, but at least he narrowly escaped Lin Murong’s clutches. Following Ye Ya’s instructions, he trudged a significant distance alone in the outskirts before hailing a cab straight to the airport.
Even at night, Shanghai Hongqiao Airport was ablaze with lights, buzzing with activity. Many people, each with their own hopes and dreams, rushed through this economic hub of ancient China, while others, laden with various gains, prepared to bolt from this perplexing city – Abang being one of them. Scraping together all the cash he had, he exchanged a bunch of bills for a paper plane ticket from the attendant, a ticket to Beijing for that night’s flight MU9104.
After breezing through security, Abang tucked himself away in Waiting Room Number Four. He bought a can of coffee to stay alert and sipped it slowly, his eyes flicking around cautiously thanks to his tumultuous experiences over the past months with Ri Qing Company. The waiting room that could hold nearly a hundred people was filled with all kinds of travelers. Every face seemed ordinary—ordinary enough to be forgotten the moment you looked away. He took a sip of coffee and glanced at the insurance salesman-type young man opposite him, who was spitting saliva everywhere while pitching life insurance to the housewives beside him.
Behind him, a student girl sitting with her legs crossed was giggling stupidly at her phone, which kept making Twitter notification sounds that annoyed everyone. What nearly drove him crazy was the old man next to him, reeking of natto, with long underwear peeking out from his shirt collar, grumbling non-stop about having nowhere to smoke. Of course, there were also the neatly uniformed security staff demanding that every passenger entering produce their lighters. These strangers gathered together, each doing their own thing, yet all sharing one collective task: waiting for the plane.
But let's be real, the joy of flying really has nothing to do with your fellow passengers. After a while, the sound of rhythmic high heels clicking on the marble floor drew nearer. Abang’s ears perked up; he couldn’t help but glance over excitedly: Four tall, strikingly beautiful young stewardesses were gracefully walking over from the direction of the lounge. While they might not possess the delicate, traditional beauty of Zhu Liying, they were definitely first-rate beauties with their neat appearance and warm smiles. Each had light makeup on their distinguished faces, wearing a sailor-style stewardess hat and uniform of the airline, a long-sleeved white blouse paired with a fitting navy-blue vest and skirt.
Under the hip-hugging skirts were black thin sheer stockings that revealed the skin beneath. On their feet were standard 5-centimeter shallow-mouth mid-heeled shoes. Colorful striped silk scarves were tied around their fair necks like clusters of brocade flowers beneath their pretty faces, perfectly complementing the distinctive uniform, shoes, and stockings. It added a refined yet non-monotonous touch, radiating the professional confidence and elegance of flight attendants. Their jet-black undyed hair was neatly pinned into regulation buns, giving a fresh, clean look that made them feel even more approachable.
Unlike ordinary girls who might walk arm in arm, chatting, these stewardesses moved professionally in a line, each carrying a bag on their left shoulder and dragging a small suitcase with their right hand. Walking in a straight line, chests out and stomachs in, with smiles on their faces, their steps were steady yet light. Abang noticed that when they stepped, their shoe tips pointed straight forward—clearly, they'd undergone professional training. As they glided past, the mesmerizing sound of their heels and the sway of their nylon-clad legs left a trail of tantalizing echoes, drawing covert glances from many male passengers, and even envious looks from some female ones.
Abang took a moment to differentiate among them: The one walking in the lead was the oldest, around 34 or 35, possessing the full breasts and plump ass unique to women of that age, especially her fat, round buttocks that stretched the skirt almost to the point of bursting. It swayed tantalizingly as she walked; it seemed like if you listened close, you could almost hear the flesh rubbing together. Behind her followed a cute-type flight attendant with big eyes and a round face, at most just over twenty. Yet her peach-like, freshly ripened body wrapped in the dignified flight attendant uniform, combined with professional light makeup and mannerisms, magically gave her the warm, considerate feel of an older sister.
Next was a fashionable, mature beauty resembling the actress Gao Yuanyuan, her slender, curvaceous figure hitting that sweet spot of popular taste. Abang noticed that her pretty silk scarf had been styled with a bit of creative flair within professional limits—clearly more meticulous and fashionable than the other three. Bringing up the rear was a stewardess who particularly caught Abang's eye: her healthy, sun-kissed face slightly glowing, and she was moving with a vibrancy and energy that stood out from the others. This lively, youthful beauty resonated with Abang's own campus student preferences. As he watched, he couldn’t help but salivate a bit. Meanwhile, the farmer-entrepreneur next to him sneakily slipped his hand into his pocket and started rubbing one out He kept at it until the flight attendants’ backs disappeared into the gate before letting out a comfortable natto-scented sigh.
The sweet voice over the intercom announced in both Chinese and English, “Passengers flying from Shanghai to Beijing, please note: Your flight HU9104 is now boarding. Please have your belongings and boarding passes ready and proceed to Gate 4. Have a pleasant journey. Thank you!” There was a slight stir among the passengers, who hurried towards the gate like recently-freed prisoners, forming a thick line. Abang frowned slightly and reluctantly positioned himself towards the back of the line.
With boarding pass in hand, he walked through the long jet bridge and saw the ‘Gao Yuanyuan’ lookalike from earlier standing at the entrance, hands lightly clasped in front of her abdomen, smiling warmly as she welcomed passengers aboard. As he approached, he noticed she was only half a head shorter than his 180 cm height. His lecherous eyes slid to the protruding navy-blue flight attendant uniform at her chest, proving she had very ample assets. The name tag on her left breast was embossed with the three small characters “Lin Xizi.” The other three flight attendants were inside the cabin, skillfully helping passengers find seats and stow luggage.
“Heh heh, beautiful lady, where’s my seat?” Abang found Lin Xizi’s goose-egg face quite pleasing and approachable. Up close she really resembled Gao Yuanyuan, so he deliberately struck up a conversation.
Lin Xizi took Abang’s ticket with both hands, examined it carefully, then gave a very professional slight smile: “Sir, your seat is 28A. Please keep walking straight ahead.” Wanting to keep the flirtatious banter going, Abang was nudged forward by other passengers into the cabin.
Finding his seat at the very back and the only passenger in the row, Abang appreciated the privacy, allowing him to do as he pleased without being noticed. Once seated, the cabin doors closed and the lights dimmed. A mature female voice over the intercom began the final announcement before takeoff: “Ladies and gentlemen, welcome aboard Eastern Airlines Flight MU9104. The flight distance is 1114 kilometers. To ensure the normal operation of the aircraft's navigation and communication system, please refrain from using electronic devices during takeoff and landing...” Abang, already flipping through a travel magazine, buckled his seatbelt and prepared for the several-hour journey to Beijing.
Once the flight attendants finished demonstrating the safety procedures, the massive plane finally left the terminal. It began gliding along the runway, the escalating whir of the engines filling the air as its nose lifted slowly. It seemed like the hulking, tens-of-tons machine struggled slightly to leave the ground, gradually disappearing into the night sky, lonely, heading north.
Chapter Two
With its lights flickering in the night, the Boeing 737 cruised steadily at an altitude of ten thousand meters. The vast, water-rich region of Southern Jiangsu spread out below like a dark carpet stretching to the distant horizon, blending with the equally dark night sky. Abang flipped through the travel magazine in his hands back and forth several times, out of boredom even finishing every single ad. The clock hands on his watch were still pointing at midnight, with a whole hour left before they would arrive in Beijing. By then, the cabin lights were turned off, leaving just a few reading lights making people doze off. Most passengers had fallen asleep in their seats. However, thanks to the coffee, Abang was still wide awake, perhaps uneasy about the uncertainties he would face at the next stop. He pulled out the crucifix around his neck and said a silent prayer.
Touching the crucifix Juliying gave him, Abang couldn't help but reflect on his time in Shanghai, recalling countless close shaves and narrow escapes, all seemingly under its protection. With this in mind, he thought back to when he first met Juliying.
It was three years ago, close to his graduation. The single guys in his class, bored and aimless, planned a "predatory" farewell dinner. Around ten single guys spent their days near the Art College scouting for "targets", aiming to put a perfect end to their college life. Although good-looking, Abang, who had wasted four years pining for an impossible love affair, reluctantly joined in their lewd endeavors. However, they stood no chance, especially trying to pick up girls from the prestigious Art College. After feasting their eyes, they went home empty-handed. Until one quiet afternoon, as a disappointed Abang walked back along Boxue Road, he sighed, staring at the paired-up mandarin ducks on the Furong Lake.
“Icy beauty descending to the mortal realm, first sunny day by the West Lake, right and wrong are shadows...”
A soft singing voice entered his ears just as he finished speaking. Turning towards the sound, he was struck breathless at the sight of a slender, graceful girl walking ahead, humming while moving cheerfully. Her brown princess shoes tapped rhythmically on the bluestone pavement, making it seem like she was dancing a classical piece. Her light coffee-colored dress appeared to be dancing as well, and her slightly dyed hair, half-tied and draping over her shoulders, fluttered gently in the breeze, giving her an ethereal quality.
Acting on impulse, Abang squatted down, covering his ankle, and shouted, “Hey, the student ahead, I twisted my ankle, please help!” The girl in the dress heard him and rushed over to help him up.
“So many good people around,” Abang pretended to sigh with relief and took the opportunity to get a good look at her. She seemed to be just over twenty, her face still retaining some youthful innocence beneath her side-swept bangs. However, her thin lips, refined nose, and sparkling eyes, along with her half-tied, wavy hair, gave her a classical beauty.
“Can you walk?” the girl in the dress asked worriedly, her voice soft and melodious. Enjoying the sound of her voice, Abang appreciated her naive kindness. Without thinking, he responded, “Not at all!” Then added, “You can help me hop back.”
“Where’s your dorm?” The girl didn't notice the cunning in the old wolf’s eyes.
“Not far, not far. Past Furong Lake. Not far.”
“That’s okay, I’ll help you back. I’m quite strong,” she said with an angelic smile.
And so, with the girl's assistance, Abang 'hopped' back to his dorm, drawing countless stares from passersby. During their chat, he learned that her name was Juliying, a second-year dance major from the Art College, and a devout Christian. But most importantly—she didn't have a boyfriend.
With that encounter, the classic beauty left a deep impression on him. On the night he passed the postgraduate entrance exam and became a disciple of Professor Zhao, with classmates as witnesses, Juliying finally accepted Abang’s declaration of love. In the following three years of school, he took her everywhere in Xiamen, while she preferred taking him to church or dancing for him. She also became good friends with Monkey.
...
“Sir, would you like a blanket?” A soft, clear female voice interrupted Abang’s thoughts. It was the cute flight attendant whose name tag read Shao Jue. She leaned over with a smile, her anime-like big adorable eyes looking at him attentively, holding a brand-new blanket in her hands. He suddenly came back to his senses and accidentally dropped the magazine in his hands to the floor.
He apologized repeatedly. Shao Jue also quickly smiled without showing her teeth and said: “I’ll pick it up for you.” As she spoke, she slightly spread her legs in a front-back stance and performed a very professional half-squat to pick up the magazine for Abang. The moment she stood up, Abang’s lecherous gaze took the chance to peek under her skirt. Under the black stockings, the calf muscle behind her lower leg visibly tightened.
Abang couldn’t help frowning. Ordinary girls usually pay great attention to keeping their lines smooth. Even women who exercise often deliberately avoid building visible muscles. Her calf muscles having such an obvious tightening effect meant she had definitely undergone high-intensity physical training. This was a bit unlike his impression of flight attendants. He immediately became alert. If trouble was coming, it was unavoidable. If she really had bad intentions, he might as well see what trick she was going to play first. So after thanking her, he reached out to take the blanket from her hands. However, he deliberately imitated the lecherous behavior from TV and pressed his palm against the back of her jade-like hand that was holding the blanket.
Shao Jue was suddenly touched by the pervert hand. Her hands instinctively shrank back as if electrocuted. On her round, pretty face there immediately appeared a complicated expression that looked both annoyed and startled. Abang, on the other hand, took the opportunity to complete a groping caress on the back of her hand. Her hand was very warm and soft, like a glutinous soft sponge cake that melted in the mouth. But beneath the blanket, on top of the flight attendant’s warm and enthusiastic jade hands, Abang also felt another object. The touch told him it was a cold needleless syringe!
Both of them froze for a brief moment. Shao Jue’s expression suddenly changed. She gripped the syringe first and stabbed it toward Abang’s neck. Fortunately he had been on guard. The moment her shoulder showed the slightest movement and before the syringe could emerge from under the blanket, he quickly rolled up the blanket and wrapped her hands together with the syringe, then deflected it sideways following her thrusting force. Although the Taiji skills his father taught him had degenerated into just showy moves that only occasionally flashed, he still clearly remembered the basic principle of “hands don’t move first, shoulders move first; legs don’t move first, hips move first” for countering after the opponent acts. The flight attendant was already leaning slightly forward because of her high heels and high center of gravity. After Abang deflected her with her own force, her tall body involuntarily lunged forward and directly fell onto the window seat inside. The syringe also dropped onto the rubber floor with a light thud.
Before she could turn around in obvious panic and make any sound, Abang quickly pulled the blanket that was still wrapped around her hands and covered her face with it, tightly smothering her mouth and nose. With one hand he used all his strength to pin her against the seatback, while the other hand immediately picked up the needleless syringe, pressed the micropore opening against the exposed skin of her neck, and pulled the trigger. The light green liquid inside the barrel instantly passed through her epidermal cells via the needleless micropores, seeped into the subcutaneous tissue, and rapidly injected into her body.
That greenish, oily unknown liquid was indeed extremely poisonous and took effect with terrifying speed. Before even half of it had been injected, Shao Jue suddenly shuddered violently as if she had caught a chill. The seductive body inside her charming flight attendant uniform curled up slightly. As the injection continued, she kept trembling nonstop, gradually developing into full-body convulsions like an epileptic seizure. Her high-heeled feet kicked against the seat in front from time to time. Afraid the noise would alert others, Abang pressed one leg over the tops of her feet while using both hands to pin down her peach-like breasts, firmly fixing the flight attendant’s budding, tender body onto the seat so she could no longer make noise. Although Shao Jue’s body was immobilized, her head could still move. In front of Abang it kept nodding and twitching as she let out extremely soft moans from the depths of her throat. Abang cursed furiously in his heart: Fuck, will this never end?!
The toxin was probably spreading throughout her body. The intense pain made her moans grow louder. Abang used every limb he had. Seeing her two delicate, alluring lips slightly parted and trembling wetly along with her twitching head, looking like honey swaying in front of a child, he had a sudden idea. He pressed his own mouth onto hers, sealing her tender lips. A fragrant breath rushed straight into his mouth, also blocking her painful moans. Using his mouth, hands, and feet together, Abang forcibly turned the vibrating beautiful flight attendant into silent mode.
But Shao Jue’s earlier painful moans had still woken up an elderly passenger in the row ahead. He turned his head and saw the indecent scene of Abang groping the flight attendant while kissing her. He frowned, shook his head, and muttered, “Young people these days, tsk,” then lay back down on the tray table and went back to sleep.
The liquid in the syringe was extremely toxic. Abang felt the soft breasts in his arms twitching weaker and weaker, her exhaled breath growing fainter. He didn’t waste any of it. While kissing her, he extended his tongue to find Shao Jue’s soft, wet, slippery pink tongue and forcibly wrapped and licked it. At first the little pink tongue instinctively tried to dodge, but inside the mouth there was nowhere to escape Abang’s thick tongue’s pursuit. After a few moves it was caught, shrinking shyly into the corner and letting him ravage it with unrestrained tongue-kissing and licking. In less than ten seconds, Shao Jue’s convulsions stopped abruptly. Her elastic body suddenly went limp like a woman after an orgasm, collapsing softly under Abang. That pink tongue also went limp, letting Abang push it around however he wanted. Abang checked her carotid artery and confirmed there were no more signs of life before he pulled his lips away. Only then did he see clearly that her playful round face, which had been wearing light makeup, had already turned a dark greenish-blue. Her expression was frozen, her black pupils rolled sideways like broken strings, leaving large areas of bloodshot white.
Abang breathed a sigh of relief, his heart still pounding. He thought to himself that the poison was too fierce. If he hadn’t been so horny that he peeked at her silk-stockinged beautiful legs and noticed something wrong, it would probably be him sitting dead here right now.
He groped around on the female corpse for a while. Besides this needleless syringe there were no other weapons. Probably because airport security was strict, it was impossible to bring guns, knives, or similar weapons onto the plane. Things like this needleless syringe, normally used for insulin injections, were within the allowed range. Being extra cautious, he deliberately lifted her skirt hem, spread her thighs, and saw that at the top of her thigh-high black stockings, right at the leg root, there was actually a chrysanthemum flower tattoo. Abang was all too familiar with it.
He closed Shao Jue’s large eyes for her, opened the tray table in front of the seat, gently placed the female corpse’s head on it, pillowed her arms under her head, then spread the blanket evenly over her shoulders, disguising the female corpse as peacefully sleeping facedown on the tray table so her accomplices in front wouldn’t see. Looking down, he noticed one of Shao Jue’s shoes had somehow come off and was on the floor. These shallow-mouth high heels really couldn’t withstand even the slightest struggle. It fully exposed one thin, pointed black-stockinged beautiful foot. The sexy, alluring curve on the arch made Abang unable to resist bending down to grope it hard several times and pinch it a few times. He also took off the other high-heeled shoe and placed them neatly side by side, as attentively as if serving a princess. He had thoroughly “served” this flight attendant who was supposed to serve the passengers.
After quietly poisoning Shao Jue to death, Abang cautiously poked his head out to observe the whereabouts of the other three flight attendants. In the rear tail cabin behind him, a pair of pressed-together silk-stockinged calves were placed diagonally in a very standard professional woman’s sitting posture. From Abang’s position that was all he could see, but he could confirm that a flight attendant was sitting on the small folding seat in the tail cabin. Fortunately his actions earlier had been relatively quiet and had not yet alerted her. The other two flight attendants were not in the tail cabin and were nowhere to be seen in the passenger cabin either. They were probably staying in the crew cabin at the front of the aircraft. Since there was a curtain separating the crew cabin from the passenger cabin, he couldn’t see what they were doing inside for now.
He hesitated for a moment, unsure whether the other three were also Green Swallow assassins. But then he thought: if they really were Green Swallow assassins as he suspected, then in this sealed high-altitude, high-speed space he had nowhere to hide. Rather than sit and wait for death, it was better to take the initiative and probe them first. Once decided, Abang reached his hand under Shao Jue’s still-warm skirt, grabbed the opening of the thigh-high black stockings, and pulled them off, stripping out a pair of snow-white, round, tender thighs. This time it wasn’t Abang wanting to perform another “stripping punishment” on a woman who died by his hand. This extremely elastic women’s stocking had lethal uses beyond just being worn on the legs—it could come in handy at critical moments.
He hid the stockings, then got up and slipped into the tail cabin, casually closing the tail cabin curtain behind him.
Chapter Three
The flight attendant sitting on the folding seat saw someone flash into the tail cabin. When she looked up and found it was the very lively Abang, her expression remained quite normal. She neatly unfastened her seatbelt and stood up, hands clasped politely in front of her abdomen, speaking kindly and gently: “Sir, may I help you with anything?”
Abang recognized this warm, royal-sister face that looked exactly like Gao Yuanyuan at once. It was the beautiful flight attendant Lin Xizi who had stood at the cabin door welcoming passengers during boarding.
He carefully observed her movements. From the moment they met until now, her actions had been extremely fluent and professional, the natural result of long professional training—exactly the same as Shao Jue. If she were a female assassin pretending to be a fake flight attendant, it would be unlikely to achieve this level, and even boarding would have been a problem. Lin Xizi saw him staring blankly for no reason and repeated: “Sir, is there anything I can do for you?” Her face still wore a natural, gentle expression, her hands empty, and she kept the standard smile. There seemed to be no suspicious points. This actually made Abang himself look a bit abrupt and awkward. Fortunately he reacted quickly and answered: “It’s nothing, thank you. I’m going to the bathroom.”
As he spoke, he moved to the side of the tail cabin bathroom, pulled down the handle, and pushed the door open. Inside, a square mirror hung on the wall, facing the door. As usual he glanced at himself in the mirror first, but the scene in the mirror shocked him and his expression changed drastically: in the mirror, the originally warm and lovely Lin Xizi had let down her long hair. Her eyes were fixed on him as she raised some unknown object and stabbed it toward the back of his head!
“Holy shit!”Abang cried out in fright. He darted into the bathroom like a rabbit. Immediately afterward, from shoulder to waist he was slashed open by Lin Xizi, instantly feeling a burning, scorching pain. But at least his head was saved. Lin Xizi followed closely into the bathroom. She stabbed straight at Abang’s head. The already narrow bathroom could barely hold the tall and sturdy Abang alone. Adding a tall flight attendant nearly 1.7 meters made it extremely cramped. He had nowhere to hide. The moment the sharp weapon stabbed into his pectoral muscle, he also kicked upward. “Oof!” Lin Xizi let out a short, light groan, clutched her stomach, and was kicked out of the bathroom by Abang. Her high heels staggered a few steps on the floor and she nearly fell.
Abang touched his chest. There was now a nearly half-inch-deep bloody hole. He was extremely shocked that she had managed to bring such a sharp weapon onto the plane. He had no other weapons, so he could only pull out the stockings, stretch them with both hands, and loop them toward her neck. But he quickly discovered that trying to directly loop it onto a female assassin who had received some combat training from the front was a very stupid choice. He saw Lin Xizi’s colorful sharp weapon rise and fall. With a rip, the stretched stockings were easily cut into two pieces. Then with a twist of her wrist, Abang couldn’t dodge in time and another bloody gash appeared on his neck.
Only then did he see clearly that the weapon was actually the hairpin on her head. The pin had been slightly modified into a sharp spike. Worn on the head it looked no different from an ordinary women’s hairpin, which explained how it had passed security.
Lin Xizi skillfully flipped the hairpin knife in her hand and stabbed at Abang’s chest again. In his urgency he had no time to recall any techniques. He grabbed a bottle of air freshener from the washstand and sprayed wildly at her face. This move actually worked. The sudden strong irritant stream shot into her eyes. As she instinctively retracted her hands to protect her face, Abang kicked the hairpin knife out of her hand. It fell onto the rubber floor with a light thud. Seeing she had lost her weapon, Abang thought the tiger had lost its teeth and glared furiously, about to rush up and rain wild punches on her. But he quickly discovered she didn’t fall for it at all. Lin Xizi lightly turned sideways, feinted with her hand, then swept her calf in a leaf-sweeping kick that sent him tumbling backward. His feet tangled and he fell straight forward.
He suddenly lost balance. One hand instinctively shot out, flailing and grabbing for something to hold onto. Lin Xizi had anticipated this and smiled indifferently as she dodged. But suddenly, she felt her neck inexplicably tighten. A huge force suddenly pulled hard on her throat, dragging her downward. The force was so massive that after a gurgle in her throat, she fell together with Abang onto the tail cabin floor! It turned out that when Lin Xizi dodged earlier, her body had indeed avoided Abang’s instinctive grab. Unfortunately, the pretty silk scarf tied around her neck in a creative way became her burden. Abang had accidentally grabbed it. She had dodged the stockings, but ended up strangled by her own scarf.
Abang fell to the ground. The rubber floor’s excellent sound-absorbing effect kept him from making too much noise. Immediately afterward, Lin Xizi’s curvaceous, slender body also landed on his chest, using him as a human cushion. Seeing the situation, Abang immediately got excited again: “Heh heh, beautiful girl, now you can’t run!” He immediately used both hands to tighten the scarf hard. To stop her from making limb noises, he also wrapped his legs from behind around Lin Xizi’s legs, locking her firmly against his body.
Lin Xizi tried to take a breath and was shocked to discover her trachea was being strangled shut by her own scarf. A surge of fear rushed up. Her hands went crazy trying to claw at the scarf around her neck, but the harder she tried, the tighter the scarf squeezed as if opposing her. She tried desperately to shout, but this beautiful, moving flight attendant found she couldn’t utter a single word. She could only make muffled “wu… ka…” sounds. Her thighs had just started to kick and make noise to call for help when Abang promptly wrapped his legs around them and locked them down. Not only could she not breathe, her entire body could no longer move.
Now she was truly dumbfounded. The expression on her face could only be described as panicked and at a loss. Terror shone in her eyes. This beautiful flight attendant unwilling to die arched her dynamic body upward again and again trying to stand, but under Abang’s lock she could only twist in humiliating, sexy wriggles, like a butterfly caught in a spiderweb struggling in its death throes. Her plump, perky ass tightly wrapped in the narrow flight attendant skirt twisted violently against Abang’s crotch. Before long, she felt a hard, rod-like object rapidly growing under her, unabashedly pressing into the ass crack she regarded as a forbidden zone, seemingly rubbing against it deliberately. Under the humiliation she wanted even more desperately to escape this man. The muscles in her legs tightened and became round as she struggled with all her might, making her leg shape look even more sexy. The ultra-thin black stockings clinging to her legs like cicada wings reflected fine sparkling light under the cabin lamps as they rubbed alluringly against Abang’s legs, making soft rustling sounds. But in such close contact, her female physiological weakness was completely exposed. The man beneath her still mercilessly tightened the scarf.
Soon her face turned somewhat purple from suffocation. Her head felt swollen and stuffy as if filled with water. The fear of death made her lose her mind. Her ten well-manicured fingernails scratched and tore wildly at Abang’s body. Her head shook left and right nonstop, as if ridiculously trying to pull her neck out of the scarf. This caused her jet-black hair, now loose without the hairpin, to scrape across Abang’s face, fanning gusts of seductive mature-woman hair fragrance onto him.
She went completely wild, scratching, twisting, and shaking. Her originally warm and lovely pretty face was almost deformed from the scarf’s pressure. Her oxygen-deprived brain was rapidly losing consciousness, yet it still clearly remembered the scene before boarding when she had carefully tied the scarf in front of the mirror. She never expected it would instead become the culprit that killed her. Yeah, wouldn’t it be so much better if flight attendants didn’t have to wear scarves? She thought meaningless thoughts. Before long, she found herself increasingly unable to control the body that should have completely belonged to her. Her tongue, pressed by the scarf, was slowly squeezed out bit by bit like toothpaste. She couldn’t pull it back even if she tried. It hung shamefully outside her mouth, seemingly still dripping saliva. Her throat had become stiff and numb, hard and completely without feeling. Her limbs also went on strike and wouldn’t obey, twitching on their own. As her head swelled with more and more pain, her vision grew increasingly difficult. The familiar tail cabin scenery in front of her slowly blurred and slowly turned black.
Is this what death feels like? Her heart sank. Thinking that her fate could probably no longer be changed, her whole body suddenly turned ice-cold, as if falling into an ice cave. The surrounding cold made her shudder. What she found even more unbelievable was that she discovered she no longer even had the most basic human control. Streams of warm hot urine seeped out of her. She wanted to hold it in, but at that moment the damned man behind her let out a soft, seductive-sounding noise that made her reflexively unable to refuse. The sphincter she had tried so hard to clench suddenly bloomed open like a delicate flower in spring, fully unfolding. A rush of incomparable ease and comfort flowed down from her lower body… As a stream of hot urine shot out joyfully, everything before Lin Xizi’s eyes went black. Before her brain could think any further, she knew nothing more and fell into the final coma before death.
It turned out that while Abang had been focused on strangling her, he felt something wet in his crotch. As someone who had already entered the ranks of strangulation killers, he knew exactly what it was. He leaned close to her ear and softly went “shhh shhh shhh,” coaxing her to piss. Lin Xizi’s already fragile mental defense immediately collapsed like a bursting dam. Her two elastic ass cheeks suddenly relaxed like deflated balls, pressing fully onto his crotch. Streams of pale yellow liquid flowed joyfully out of her urethra. Perhaps because she had drunk too much before boarding, this piss seemed endless. It soaked through her pink lace panties, black pantyhose, and the navy-blue flight attendant skirt, then seeped all the way into Abang’s crotch, wetting his pants too. This seemingly elegant and refined royal-sister-type flight attendant was thus strangled by Abang and shamelessly pissed all over him.
Lin Xizi lay on Abang with her eyes rolled back. From a physiological point of view she was still alive, merely having entered the pre-death coma. So he did not loosen his grip on the scarf. After continuing like this for a few seconds, Lin Xizi’s gradually quieting body suddenly gave a small bounce. Then her entire body stiffened straight, as if something was being drawn out of her feminine, charming shell. With a hoarse sigh from her throat, this soft, curvaceous body finally collapsed obediently onto Abang. Her hands spread out to the sides as if seeking an embrace, and she died completely.
Abang slowly pushed the thoroughly dead female corpse off his body and let her lie face-down quietly on the tail cabin floor. The slender body inside the charming flight attendant uniform lay motionless like a sack of flour. A large urine stain was printed on the skirt over her ass, and even the stockings on her thighs were quite wet, looking soaked. He manipulated and examined Lin Xizi’s face. It was already dull and dazed, the veins on her forehead still bulging and not yet subsided. Her eyeballs had rolled somewhere unknown. A wet, slippery pink tongue hung completely out of her wide O-shaped mouth, crooked at the corner, with the tip actually touching the floor. It was a perfect death appearance. Gone was the elegant Gao Yuanyuan look. In the end, the face Abang strangled out of her was her true one — distorted, ugly, and pathetic. Abang wiped the fine sweat from his forehead. Strangling a fresh, lively flight attendant into a female corpse was no easy task. After catching his breath, he used the noticeably protruding ass under the urine-stained skirt as support to stand up, and casually stepped on those beautiful buttocks a few times. They were soft like rice cakes, very elastic, fleshy and still quivering.
“Come on, my big beauty.” Abang reached under her armpits, lifted the heavy, dead female corpse from the floor, and dragged her like a dead dog into the bathroom, staggering all the way. The heels of her high-heeled shoes scraped silently across the rubber floor. One high-heeled shoe hung on her tiptoe, while the other fell off her foot. The narrow bathroom could not accommodate the flight attendant’s standard tall figure. After finally dragging the upper body of the female corpse inside, her straight calves were still sticking out the door. Abang had to lift her two silk-stockinged feet again, move them inside, and lean her against the wall with her head down and feet up before he could stuff the entire female corpse into the bathroom. Lin Xizi’s corpse now lay supine inside the bathroom, hair disheveled, two long beautiful silk-stockinged legs raised high against the wall. One foot was bare, the other still had a high-heeled shoe hooked on it. Her well-tailored charming flight attendant uniform was badly wrinkled. The skirt had slid down due to gravity, exposing a small section of pink lace panties and a chrysanthemum tattoo on the inner thigh. Droplets of urine still seeped from her body, dyeing a large area of the flight attendant uniform in front of her abdomen dark. The urine stain was still gradually spreading toward her chest. Soon it would probably soak her entire body. She looked sloppy and wretched, without the slightest trace of a flight attendant’s image—utterly indecent.
Abang picked up the high-heeled shoe from the tail cabin floor. Its surface was polished to a shine, and the inside was still warm with Lin Xizi’s body heat. He smiled lecherously and casually tossed it into the bathroom, where it landed perfectly between the female corpse’s legs and got wedged there. Just as he disdainfully prepared to close the door, suddenly the sound of a curtain being pulled open came from behind. Someone had entered the tail cabin: “What are you doing?!”
Chapter Four
Before Abang could close the door and leave, a person had already slipped in from outside the tail cabin curtain. It was the youthful, energetic sunny girl he had seen in the waiting hall. She had a slanted bang sweeping to the right on her forehead and a cluster of jet-black ponytail hanging behind her shoulder, the end of the ponytail slightly curled, looking fresh, neat, and crisp. The name tag on her chest read “Fang Lu.” It turned out that Fang Lu had been in the forward crew cabin and, after not seeing Shao Jue return for a long time, had poked her head into the passenger cabin. She noticed that even Abang had disappeared. So she patrolled all the way to the rear of the cabin and saw Shao Jue slumped motionless on the tray table with no breathing movement, her stockings and high heels shamelessly stripped off. Realizing something was wrong, she quickly pulled open the curtain and rushed into the tail cabin.
The moment Fang Lu entered the tail cabin and caught sight of Lin Xizi’s corpse in the bathroom, she had lost two companions in one go. Her expression changed slightly, showing something between anger and shock, but she quickly regained her composure. She muttered, “Heh… really fierce. Didn’t expect Shao Jue and Xizi to be taken out so easily.”
Abang, worried she might pull out some deadly weapon from her body, cautiously took two steps back. Strangely, he saw that Fang Lu was not in a hurry to attack. Instead, she very elegantly rose onto the tiptoe of her right foot, lifted her heel, and easily slipped her right black-stockinged foot out of the shoe. Her left foot immediately followed, slipping out of its high-heeled shoe. Fang Lu used her left foot to push the two high-heeled shoes aside, then stood straight with her legs together and bare feet. The two beautiful black-stockinged legs revealed long, graceful curves under the stockings. Then she casually untied the silk scarf from her neck and tossed it beside her feet. The scarf fluttered down lightly next to the pair of high heels. Clearly, this Guangdong little beauty had learned from Lin Xizi’s lesson. She certainly didn’t want to be strangled to death by her own scarf and left as a corpse.
Fang Lu remained empty-handed and stood steadily blocking the curtain, not giving Abang any chance to escape. However, her lower-body stance was very peculiar: both knee joints twisted inward, forming a clamping force, while her hip joints rotated outward, pulling in the opposite direction of the knees. The posture looked extremely elegant. She extended one arm forward in a bridge-hand posture and said confidently in a soft voice: “Come on, if you’re brave enough, bring it.”
Fang Lu’s style of fist-fighting excelled in close-quarters combat and was especially suitable for the narrow space of an aircraft cabin. It had tight defense, combined hardness and softness, and consumed little energy. For a flight attendant assassin, this was the most suitable weapon in such a confined cabin environment. Fang Lu’s image was already sunny and energetic. Once she adopted this “two-character pincer yang horse” stance, her spirit and vigor immediately burst forth. It shocked Abang so much that he gulped loudly. Characters in TV who dared to fight bare-handed were usually ruthless experts. How could his own meager three-legged cat skills get him through this? While he was hesitating, Fang Lu took a small step forward. Abang retreated one step. She advanced again. Step by step in the narrow tail cabin she forced him into a corner. Seeing that another step back would press him against the cabin door, and feeling it was too humiliating for a grown man to be cornered by a woman like this, Abang had no choice. He thought he must knock her down quickly, so he swept his leg with eighty percent strength at Fang Lu’s lower body. The instant his toes touched her calf, he felt the smooth silk stocking. Then, with such great force, there was only a crisp “pa” sound.
Fang Lu’s legs merely trembled slightly, and her feet remained completely unmoved! Abang never expected he couldn’t even shake this flight attendant who was much smaller than him! The corner of Fang Lu’s mouth curled up, clearly disdainful of Abang’s leg strength. Taking advantage of Abang’s unstable balance on one leg, her bridge hand transformed into a sun-character straight punch and instantly delivered four high-frequency punches to his chest. The Wing Chun inch force at extremely short range produced extremely penetrating power. With a heavy “thud,” it smashed into Abang’s wound, causing blood to spurt out. In his panic he raised his hands to protect his chest, but was slapped hard across the face by Fang Lu. He immediately felt the world spinning, stars exploding before his eyes. His mouth and nose burned fiercely, and his teeth felt loose. This was no ordinary palm strike—it was the Willow Leaf Palm from Wing Chun. Practicing it against the wooden dummy hundreds or thousands of times a day hid all the inch force power inside. Fortunately Abang had first-class physical fitness. An ordinary person would have already fainted on the spot.
At the first exchange, Abang was already scared off by Fang Lu’s Wing Chun punches. He cowered and didn’t dare strike again. Although he knew half a move of Tai Chi and remembered those fixed routines clearly in his head, once it came to real combat, they all failed completely. Fang Lu saw that although her earlier head-on strike had heavily injured her opponent, Abang had not fallen. She was slightly stunned, then immediately raised her wrists to gather energy. Both hands formed hook hands vertically, wrists bent back and lifted upward. At the same time she raised her heels and supported her entire body weight on the balls of her feet. Then she lifted both hands flat in front of her chest, palms down with fingers slightly curled into fists. Her stance changed to an offensive one as she extremely fiercely closed in on Abang. Wherever her fists went, the wind whistled sharply!
Abang’s skin crawled with goosebumps. He hurriedly raised his fists to protect his head, dodging nonstop. After a few dodges while holding his head and scurrying like a rat, he was forced by Fang Lu almost back into the corner again. Fang Lu sank her shoulders and dropped her elbows, twisting her waist left and right to generate power. She used exactly the Wing Chun Butterfly Palm. Abang could protect his chest but not his head. He heard two crisp “pa pa” sounds as his forehead was struck rapidly by Fang Lu again. This time the force was even greater. Abang felt his skull vibrate with a loud buzz after the sharp pain, as if his brain was sloshing inside his skull. His forehead instantly turned red and swollen.
If this continued, he would definitely be slapped to death alive by this little Wing Chun beauty right here in the tail cabin! Abang’s mind spun rapidly, desperately searching for any scraps his father had said about Wing Chun. “Centerline theory!” That’s it! Although Wing Chun had many techniques, the most important was occupying the centerline between oneself and the enemy. No matter how he had dodged earlier, Fang Lu had always attacked his center line—the shortest distance between them. No wonder he couldn’t avoid it! Inspiration struck Abang. He twisted his waist hard, crouched low to the left, trying to use Fang Lu’s own punching momentum to draw her out of the centerline area. “Follow her force and change her path.” Sure enough, Fang Lu followed Abang’s dodge, her upper body leaning slightly as she continued bending forward to attack him. Seeing Fang Lu had taken the bait, Abang suddenly relaxed his upper body, rose onto his tiptoes, and quickly changed direction, breaking out toward the right side. This change really caught Fang Lu off guard. She hurriedly shifted her posture, trying to stick close and hit Abang tightly so he couldn’t escape. Abang was just about to slip through the gap beside Fang Lu when he discovered how incredibly fast this Wing Chun beauty’s movements were. In just 0.5 seconds, relying on the sensitive skin contact of her bridging hands, Fang Lu had already locked onto the position of Abang’s temple. Her single knuckle protruded into a phoenix-eye fist and delivered a heavy strike.
Fortunately her posture wasn’t fully set, so it only hit Abang’s cheek. In pain, Abang could no longer care. Like a wild boar he continued charging forward. By now Fang Lu had completely turned her body. She spread her legs, her knee already pressing directly against the cabin wall—this was the Wing Chun chasing-horse step. Abang’s lower body slammed into Fang Lu’s thigh, his cock brutally jolted by her kneecap. The pain made Abang’s veins bulge and sweat pour down like rain. Combined with the earlier heavy blows from Fang Lu, his whole body had no strength left. Fang Lu also felt this man’s hard rod pressing against her knee. Both angry and amused, she immediately shouted delicately: “Big sister will take your life!” As soon as the words left her mouth her hand moved. The lower edge of her wrist bone struck like lightning toward Abang’s throat.
Abang, enduring unbearable pain, had completely lost the ability to resist. He didn’t even have the strength to pull his hands back to save himself. Seeing Fang Lu’s fist about to sweep over, Abang let out a mental wail of despair, remembering how he had passed so many barriers and slain so many female warriors along the way, only to end up dying at the hands of a Wing Chun flight attendant.
At that exact moment, the cabin suddenly shook violently up and down. In normal conditions this was just ordinary turbulence. Most passengers in the cabin paid no attention. But for the two people currently fighting, this jolt broke their bodily balance. Because Abang was hunched over, he only stumbled forward a small step. Fang Lu, in a standing and power-generating posture, instantly lost balance. She staggered backward several steps. Fang Lu hurriedly stretched out both hands to grab the small table at the tail cabin entrance. In her panic she swept the drinks and napkins on it into a mess that scattered all over the floor. Only then did she steady herself, her back nearly touching the curtain. Abang was very surprised. During their fight Fang Lu’s lower body had been extremely stable—even kicking couldn’t move her. How could such light turbulence send her so far? Sharp-eyed Abang quickly scanned Fang Lu’s whole body, and his gaze stopped on her pair of small, cute silk-stockinged feet!
Yes! The Wing Chun Fang Lu practiced was a martial art that relied on a stable lower body for defense and upper body for attack. To stabilize her lower body, Fang Lu had taken off her high heels. But because of her professional uniform, she still had to wear stockings. When the plane encountered turbulence, the friction between the stockings and the carpet was simply not enough to keep her steady. No matter how powerful a Wing Chun fighter, she could not defy the laws of physics. Fang Lu also quickly recovered. This smart girl noticed Abang’s eyes lingering on her feet for a moment and inwardly scolded in annoyance: “Damn! I didn’t expect turbulence to hit suddenly! These cursed stockings!” The two of them stood in their respective positions in a tense standoff a full ten-plus seconds as the plane’s shaking gradually stopped. Fang Lu was both observing whether the turbulence would continue and considering whether she should remove her stockings before continuing the fight. But she quickly rejected the idea. The stockings clung tightly to her thighs. Even standing normally, the fastest she could take them off was seven or eight seconds. Abang had some martial foundation and would not give her that much time. Meanwhile Abang, who had been beaten dizzy, also didn’t dare act rashly and took the chance to half-squat and rest a little.
Fang Lu felt the fuselage was stable enough. She said softly: “Heh heh, you really are tough. But you can’t beat me. This time you won’t get lucky again.” With that, Fang Lu advanced step by step, fingers straight and palms upright, pushing with the heel of the palm while the fingers curled back. She pushed and struck left and right, using the most lethal Tiger-Taming Hand in Wing Chun. Clearly, this Wing Chun beauty no longer wanted to tangle with Abang. She intended to end the fight quickly. Abang hurriedly stood up and tried to dodge Fang Lu’s ferocious iron palms chasing straight at him. Fang Lu had no intention of letting him go. Her palm strikes fell on him like a meteor shower. Abang was beaten violently again, screaming in pain. In the chaos, Abang’s left hand seemed to touch a small bottle. It must have been knocked over when Fang Lu staggered earlier. Abang didn’t care. He grabbed it randomly and threw it at Fang Lu.
This thumb-sized little glass bottle naturally posed no danger to Fang Lu. She easily deflected it with her left hand. But what he didn’t expect was that it was a pepper shaker for passengers to season their meals. Although Fang Lu deflected the bottle, the pepper sprayed out. The air instantly filled with a pungent, spicy smell. Fang Lu felt her vision blur. Her mouth and nose burned from the irritating powder, and her eyes could not open at all. Abang endured the pain and stood up quickly, smashing his fists rapidly at Fang Lu. But Fang Lu was indeed a ruthless character. Even though she couldn’t open her eyes for the moment, she stubbornly defended using the Nine-Route Defense Theory from Wing Chun, her hands circling in front of her body. Abang’s fists could not break through to her chest or face for a while. Although several punches landed on her upper arms and shoulders, they only caused Fang Lu slight pain and posed no fatal threat. Seeing the pepper’s effect gradually fading and Fang Lu starting to open her eyes again, he knew that once this kung-fu little beauty recovered, given the difference in their strength, he would basically be finished. Fang Lu finally opened her eyes, glared at the despicable man in front of her who had made her so miserable, and with extreme rage let out a great shout as she moved forward to tear Abang to pieces.
At that instant, as the saying goes, man proposes but heaven disposes. With a heavy thud, the plane jolted again, and this time the shaking was much stronger than before. Fang Lu’s body once again lost balance instantly. Her long silk-stockinged legs seemed to be stepping on smooth ice. She staggered and stamped in place a few times. The little beauty lost her balance, stumbled back two steps, and fell onto the floor. She fell backward and half-sat, half-lay on the floor. Fang Lu’s legs spread indecently apart, her skirt bottom gaping directly toward Abang. Although covered by stockings, Abang still saw the white little panties between her legs. Now was the time! Abang gathered all the strength in his body, ignoring his injuries, and pounced fiercely at Fang Lu like a beast that hadn’t eaten for over ten days. Fang Lu was shocked and furious. She hurriedly raised her hands to counter, but unfortunately her Wing Chun was based on standing combat. She was not familiar with fighting while sitting, and the time was far too short for her to react. Before she could fully recover, Abang’s arms had already locked around her pink neck like iron clamps. Abang pulled his arms together with full force. Fang Lu felt her throat suffocating. Stars burst before her eyes and her little tongue nearly protruded. Fang Lu twisted her well-proportioned body desperately, kicking her legs nonstop, hoping to escape this death trap.
Poor Fang Lu, though skilled in close-range frontal attacks, had no experience at all with being choke-locked. Still, relying on the brute strength gained from years of martial training, she struggled stubbornly like a carp pulled onto a hook. Abang had to expend a lot of effort to subdue her. At first Fang Lu still tried to slap Abang with palm techniques, but Abang was already a semi-expert in the strangulation field. He quickly circled to her side and rear, using his absolute weight advantage to press her entire body down onto the floor. No matter how exquisite Fang Lu’s palm techniques were, they could at most smash hard into Abang’s arms and could no longer reach his vital points. Her legs in Wing Chun were originally meant for defense and had limited attacking power. So Abang didn’t expend too much effort before locking this flight attendant assassin down tightly. After only three to five minutes, the strength of Fang Lu’s struggles had clearly weakened. After all, Fang Lu was a girl. Once oxygen stopped entering her body, she quickly grew weak. There were several ways to kill her now, but only one method was both fast and quiet. The cool scene from TV of instantly snapping an opponent’s neck appeared vividly in his mind. So he decided to try his luck…
He sat up abruptly, pressing down on Fang Lu’s tight, sinewy waist. He sank his butt and pinned her firmly in place. Then his right hand covered her mouth while his left palm pressed the back of her head, preparing to twist hard. When Fang Lu saw that Abang actually intended to snap her neck, she suddenly became spirited again. She cried out “mm mm” in terror, shaking her head like a rattle drum. Abang had never even twisted a duck’s neck before. Today was his first time. What level were Abang’s fists and feet? They were truly half-baked. This time his angle was completely wrong. The despairing Fang Lu had already closed her eyes, but instead of a “crack” sound, she only felt intense pain and whimpered “wu wu,” tears pouring down. Her fists clenched angrily. Abang saw that one twist hadn’t killed her, so he quickly twisted again with more force. This time the angle was still off. It left Fang Lu completely dazed and in half-dead pain. Snot and tears were wrung out of her, flowing stickily onto Abang’s hand. The pain was so bad she couldn’t even cry out. She could only slap the floor repeatedly to vent. Neck-twisting was supposed to be the fastest and least painful way to die, yet Abang’s half-assed skill turned it into torture, tormenting Fang Lu until she was half-dead.
“Ei, stay still and don’t move!” Abang himself felt a bit guilty for torturing a beauty to death like this.
Abang let out a long sigh, adjusted the angle of Fang Lu’s head again, and twisted hard once more. This time a very faint cracking sound came from Fang Lu’s neck, as if a bit of bone had snapped, but Fang Lu was still twisting nonstop in extreme pain. Although her strength had decreased, she could still hold on for a while. Shit! Looks like the direction or force was wrong again! Abang was completely lost. He desperately wished he could find a computer right now and Baidu how to snap a neck properly. At that moment, the pinned-down Fang Lu could no longer endure it. Gasping and struggling, she forced out one word at a time: “Lift… up…”
Fang Lu was now completely subdued. She knew part of her throat bone had already been twisted broken and there was no chance of survival. Rather than continue being clumsily tortured by him, she might as well make it quick. So she actually told Abang the method to kill her. Hearing this hint, Abang felt enlightened. He had only focused on rotating force, forgetting that human bones are very hard. The key was to separate the throat bones up and down—that was what would kill this beauty! Abang twisted with all his might again, then pulled Fang Lu’s chin and head upward along with the motion. “Crack!”
He panted as he sat to the side. Before he could even catch his breath, he saw Fang Lu’s youthful, lively body seem to rise and fall slightly again. He quickly checked her nose and found her breathing faint—she still wasn’t fully dead!
Abang completely broke down. He had to press down on her waist again, lift the beauty’s head, and hysterically twist left, right, up, down, and rotate, nearly twisting her head off. He twisted another seven or eight times like this until he was sure Fang Lu showed no more signs of life. Only then did he let the little beauty’s head drop to the floor. Supporting himself on the female corpse’s firm, athletic ass to stand up, he couldn’t help rubbing his exhausted waist and muttering inwardly: “Twisting someone like this is really sinful. I can’t let Ye Ya know about this embarrassing mess, or she’ll definitely laugh at me.”
Only now did Abang feel the full-body pain was unbearable. He sat down beside Fang Lu’s alluring corpse to rest for a moment. Fang Lu’s eyes were slightly closed. On her long eyelashes, the light purple eyeshadow had been slightly melted by sweat. Her cherry-like little mouth was gently open, with the tip of her tongue sticking out a little. Although the neck snap had been fast, the force still made Fang Lu involuntarily stick her tongue out playfully. The name tag reading “Fang Lu” hung crookedly on her full breasts. Under her slender waist, her silk-stockinged beautiful legs lay limply spread. Because of the prolonged fight, the soles of her feet were covered with carpet fibers and dust. Abang suddenly realized a problem and quickly reached under Fang Lu’s skirt. Since she had only just died, her body temperature was still there. When Abang touched her warm, soft girl’s crotch, he felt some slippery sweat but no stinking incontinence urine. He rolled the flight attendant skirt upward until it reached her waist, then peeled the black pantyhose down from the roots to above her knees. On Fang Lu’s white little panties was a Hello Kitty print. “These flight attendants… they look mature and gorgeous on the outside, but inside they still have plenty of cute little interests,” Abang muttered excitedly.
The edges of Fang Lu’s panties were still dry, with no leaked urine. Strange, no incontinence? He uneasily checked Fang Lu’s nose again—completely still. He felt her neck and could sense the protruding misaligned throat bone. She was definitely dead. What he didn’t know was that Fang Lu had very high demands on her own body condition. Before every assassination she fully emptied her bladder, so even after being killed by Abang, there was basically no urine left inside. Even if her sphincter relaxed, there would be no incontinence.
Abang looked at Fang Lu’s delicate but lifeless face and couldn’t help sighing. Under normal circumstances, this youthful, lively, alluring corpse would be excellent spoils, but time was tight now. He had to deal with the last flight attendant as quickly as possible. Thinking of this, Abang opened the bathroom door, lifted Fang Lu’s heavy corpse, and dragged it inside. He stacked her upside down on top of Lin Xizi. This Wing Chun beauty expert was now left bare-assed, pantyhose peeled halfway down, humiliated inside the plane’s dark bathroom. Abang suddenly noticed Fang Lu’s silk scarf and high-heeled shoes still on the floor. The shoes still carried the faint scent of the little beauty’s body and foot sweat, so he quickly picked them up and tossed them onto Fang Lu’s curled calves, then gently closed the toilet door.
Chapter 5
Abang picked up the hairpin knife left by Lin Xizi from the floor and slipped it into his pocket. Now he still needed to meet the last flight attendant of this flight. The night was deep. When Abang walked out of the tail cabin, the passengers in the cabin were all sound asleep. Except for a naughty little boy in the first row who refused to sleep, no one noticed the injured Abang quietly walking step by step toward the front crew cabin. He lifted a corner of the crew cabin curtain and peeked inside through the gap, only to find the crew cabin completely empty.
“Strange, where is everyone?”
“I saw her. That pretty auntie went inside that door. I saw it.” The little boy jumped down from his seat and innocently told Abang. Abang found it a bit funny, so he patted the boy’s head and imitated a child’s voice: “Little friend, which door?”
“That one.” The little boy actually pointed at the sealed cockpit door.
Abang had also heard about the romantic affairs between flight attendants and pilots on airliners. He couldn’t help smiling lecherously. While he was still fantasizing, the cockpit door creaked open. A mature woman around 37 years old walked out while fixing her hair and swaying her ass. Her flight attendant uniform was slightly wrinkled and messy. Abang remembered her—it was the purser Wu Lili who had walked at the front in the waiting hall. From a distance earlier he had only seen a general view. Now up close, she looked even more mature and charming. The alluring curves built from the rich subcutaneous fat of a mature woman were clearly visible under the tight flight attendant uniform, making her fleshy body look as if it could burst out of the stretched uniform at any moment. From her plump yet refined and radiant face, it was clear she did not lack stable and frequent sex.
Seeing the injured Abang with purple and green bruises on his face, this experienced old vixen knew exactly what had happened. She calmly fixed her hair, then suddenly squatted down with one leg in front and one behind. Abang, whose nerves were already stretched tight, jumped in alarm, thinking she was about to attack and reaching for his knife. But he saw Wu Lili with a kind and gentle face actually clapping her hands toward the little boy beside him and speaking warmly: “Come here, little friend. Come to auntie.”
As she spoke, she took out a piece of chocolate from the pocket of her uniform.
Abang was completely confused, not knowing what trick she was playing. The little boy was only three or four years old and couldn’t tell good from bad. Seeing Wu Lili’s kind, virtuous, motherly appearance and craving the candy, he naturally ran happily into her open arms. By the time Abang realized something was wrong and hurriedly reached out to stop him, the little boy had already thrown himself into Wu Lili’s seemingly gentle embrace.
Wu Lili rose gracefully. With one hand she skillfully held the little boy in front of her, while the other stroked his head. With a half-smile she said slowly: “What a cute little child. Look, so clever and lively, just like my own kid. Auntie really likes you. Come, let auntie give you a kiss.” All her actions were performed with her face turned toward Abang the entire time—she was clearly doing it for him to see.
Abang was furious. He never expected this female assassin who was also a mother would actually take a child hostage. He gritted his teeth and spat out: “Let go of that child!”
“No can do.” Wu Lili proudly kissed the little boy in her arms and said in a strange tone, “Look how happy he is in auntie’s arms.” Abang’s heart burned with anxiety. In one arrow-like step he rushed forward to snatch the child, but to Wu Lili who was used to holding children, the boy seemed glued to her arm. She easily shifted him aside to dodge Abang’s claws, then kicked him in the calf bone. Abang howled, swung his claws to grab again…
And so it went. Abang acted like a child-snatching trafficker, single-mindedly trying to take back the little boy, while Wu Lili instead became like a protective mother, constantly shifting the boy’s position in her arms to dodge every grab. Her high-heeled shoes tormented Abang’s calves. He howled as he realized snatching the child was hopeless, so he simply went for “besiege Wei to rescue Zhao,” throwing a furious punch straight at Wu Lili’s face. But halfway through the swing he had to stop hard: Wu Lili shifted the little boy right to the center of her chest, using him to block her face and upper body’s vital points… Abang’s fist could not possibly land. When he pulled it back, he was kicked in the leg again. Before he could even cry out from the pain, something suddenly flew at his face. Focusing his eyes, he saw Wu Lili had actually grabbed the little boy by both feet and was using him as a club!
Abang completely collapsed. If the child smashed into his sturdy body it would be fine for him, but the child would definitely suffer serious injury or concussion. He didn’t dare block it at all and dodged like avoiding a fireball. The little boy wailed as he was swung in a circle through the air. A black shadow followed swiftly with another kick—it was Wu Lili’s round black-stockinged thigh. With a heavy thud, the fine flesh on her leg trembled a few times. The unprepared Abang was kicked out of the crew cabin.
Thud! Abang crashed heavily onto the passenger cabin floor, instantly waking the front-row passengers who looked at him in shock, not understanding what was happening. But when the little boy’s parents saw their son being held hostage by Wu Lili, they screamed loudly. The entire cabin immediately fell into chaos. Abang was so angry his lungs nearly exploded. She was clearly using the child as both a protective human shield to make him hesitate and as a weapon to force him back—truly sinister, ruthless, and inhuman. Wu Lili held the wailing little boy, reached up to the flight attendant suitcase on the crew cabin luggage rack, and seemed to press some hidden button. The suitcase handle was pulled out, and the connected pull rod separated into two sections. The upper rod was pushed against the middle of the handle, then a hidden bowstring was drawn from inside the handle and hooked onto the rod. In three seconds she neatly assembled a simple miniature crossbow. Loaded on the crossbow was a steel bolt taken from the middle of the lower rod.
Abang watched dazzled. By the time he realized it was a crossbow, it was already aimed at him. At a distance of only five or six meters in the narrow, crowded cabin, dodging was almost impossible. At that moment, perhaps because of the little boy’s heart-wrenching cries, the young mother who loved her son dearly suddenly jumped up from her seat without regard for anything and irrationally pounced toward Wu Lili to take back her son. “Don’t—come back!” Abang tried to stop her but it was too late. Whoosh! The steel bolt viciously shot into her chest, and she collapsed in a pool of blood. Panic and screams erupted even louder in the cabin. The little boy’s crying grew louder, and the timid father fainted on the spot.
“You brought this on yourself.” Abang’s actions naturally couldn’t escape Wu Lili’s eyes. She held the little boy tightly against her chest, pressing her front face against the back of his head so her upper body’s vital points were almost completely covered without a single gap. She said triumphantly: “Abang, if you have the ability, go ahead and try. I’m afraid both mother and son will be destroyed by your hands!” Seeing Abang holding the knife but unable to strike, she laughed lightly and loaded another bolt.
She extended the crossbow, ready to shoot. At that moment, she felt something wet on the back of her foot, as if some liquid was dripping steadily onto her black-stockinged instep. Then she noticed a moist sensation in her abdomen too—a stream of hot liquid seemed to be flowing downward. Her nose caught a light scent of child’s urine. She immediately understood what was happening and a nameless rage surged up. She cursed inwardly: “This little brat actually pissed himself on me!”
Years of professional deportment training made her almost reflexively turn her face sideways and look down to check how badly her stockings and high-heeled shoes had been soiled. Half of her mature, charming face was exposed from behind the little boy’s head…
She had just glanced at the back of her foot and hadn’t had time to look closely when her heart suddenly jolted: “Ah no, how could I…” But it was too late. In that brief instant, she still held a trace of luck and glanced toward Abang out of the corner of her eye. What met her was a fast white flash! “Wait…” She didn’t even finish the thought before she felt a sharp pain between her eyebrows. A thin, hard object had brutally forced its way into her forehead. As her head jerked upward from the impact, her brain exploded with a buzzing, splitting pain. That thin, hard object was like an electric fish prod thrust into a lake, instantly electrocuting all her consciousness to death like fish. The scene before her eyes spun rapidly a few times before turning black forever.
Abang’s hand that had thrown the hairpin knife was still shaking. At the spot his fingertip pointed, the hairpin knife was firmly embedded in Wu Lili’s forehead. A stream of red blood flowed from the wound, down the bridge of her nose, splitting into two thin blood lines. It ran across her professional light makeup, from the corner of her mouth to her neck. Under her eyebrows a pair of white eyes had rolled up, as if still trying to look at the weapon that had taken her life. The arm holding the little boy finally loosened a little. Seeing this, Abang rushed forward at full speed. The instant she completely let go and the crying little boy was about to hit the floor, Abang rolled on the ground, passed by Wu Lili’s high-heeled shoes, reached out, and caught the little boy back into his arms.
Behind him, Wu Lili’s mature, plump body swayed slightly a few times. Without life, her body was like a soaked, soft deep-fried dough stick. Her legs went weak and she knelt on the ground, toes braced. The sexy heels wrapped in black stockings slipped out of her high-heeled shoes. Then her upper body toppled forward like a collapsing building and slammed face-down onto the floor. Her heavy breasts pressed against the ground, thighs bent and pulled toward her abdomen. The round, fat ass tightly wrapped in the flight attendant skirt jutted extremely high upward. The plump ass flesh spasmed and twitched a few times as if showing off, then she died right there behind Abang with her ass stuck up in the air, utterly humiliating.
Abang turned back to look. The hem of the skirt on the female corpse had been pushed down a few inches by the raised ass, exposing the black sexy thong under the pantyhose. It was squeezed so tightly between the two fat buttocks that one almost had to pry the cheeks apart to see the panties. Who would have thought that this outwardly dignified and elegant mature flight attendant was so slutty and lewd underneath. Looks like today she had been shot by him and revealed her true form. Of course, he didn’t forget to cover the little boy’s eyes and said seriously: “Don’t look, don’t look. Not suitable for children.”
Abang handed the little boy to a kind-hearted passenger. Fortunately, the young mother was still clinging to a breath—the steel bolt had only barely missed her heart. Then he noticed that the passengers in the front few rows had all retreated far to the back. That was understandable—having a corpse with its ass stuck up right in front of them was hair-raising; who would dare sit there. It seemed this flight attendant’s corpse couldn’t stay here any longer. He walked behind Wu Lili’s raised ass, admired the view under her skirt for a few seconds, then suddenly spat a glob of saliva onto those high, round, pearl-like plump buttocks. He followed with a contemptuous kick. The female corpse’s upper body slid on the floor and lay flat obediently. Seeing that the pair of big perky buttocks were still extremely protruding as if showing off to him, Abang stomped down hard again and ground his foot to vent his anger. The plump ass flesh under his foot almost sizzled, as if oil was being squeezed out.
“Get up, you.”
After subduing it with his big foot, Abang took a deep breath, laboriously lifted Wu Lili’s fleshy corpse, slung the fat, tender dead meat over his shoulder, and carried it out of the crew cabin. This immediately caused an uproar in the passenger cabin. Passengers were so shocked their mouths hung open as they screamed. A sturdy young man was carrying a plump, full-figured, mature-looking flight attendant on his shoulder, walking openly from the front of the plane all the way to the tail. The full-bodied female corpse with thick waist and full legs looked extremely heavy, like a small mountain pressing on his shoulder, nearly breaking his legs. He staggered up and down with every step, making the plump, elastic corpse jiggle and quiver nonstop along the way. Especially those massive perky buttocks hanging over his shoulder—they looked even rounder and fuller, like an inflated balloon inside the skirt that was about to burst it. Not only did they form a big heart-shaped ass outline, but even the panties’ shape was visible. As he carried her, the fat flesh on the buttocks shook and wobbled left and right ridiculously, rippling like big blocks of tofu. Outside the skirt wrapping this proud fat ass there was still an embarrassing dark wet stain. The slutty piss from post-death incontinence dripped steadily from under her skirt, flowing down her fat, thick, round jade-pillar-like silk-stockinged thighs to the insteps, then along the streamlined high-heeled shoes to the toes, and finally dripping onto the cabin floor, leaving a winding trail of urine wherever he passed.
The female corpse’s arms hung behind Abang, swaying powerlessly. Her jade-like, cake-soft palms shamelessly slapped Abang’s ass from time to time as if urging the horse to go faster. After carrying her swaying for a few steps, the bun on her head began to loosen. The mature, wavy hair hung down messily, covering the terrified face that still had the knife embedded in it, swinging together with her arms. In this way, this slutty, plump purser flight attendant jiggled, quivered, swayed, shook, and pissed like a leaking sandbag as Abang panted and carried her to the tail cabin. He opened the bathroom door and impatiently stuffed her inside.
At this point there was no need to keep pretending Shao Jue was asleep. It would be bad if it scared people. So he went back to the last row of the passenger cabin. On the seat where Shao Jue lay “sleeping,” the entire cushion was soaked with incontinence urine. A small puddle of yellow liquid had gathered on the floor under the seat. Such a big-eyed beauty had leaked like a broken hot-water bag. “Time to get up, my little princess~” Abang lifted Shao Jue’s soft, limp corpse from the seat, holding it with both hands so the fragrant, soft female body lay obediently across his front. Her head tilted toward the floor. Her anime-like big eyes were still wide open, as if curiously wondering where the next stop was. This caused another wave of screams in the cabin; several timid women didn’t dare look. Abang calmly carried the female corpse, curled her up, and placed her on the top layer of the corpse pile in the bathroom like a sleeping otaku girl. He also brought her high-heeled shoes and tossed them inside.
The four flight attendants had finally gathered together again. The difference was that at this moment they were no longer beautiful, dignified, enviable charming flight attendants, but merely four dead corpses wrapped in flight attendant uniforms with their true forms fully exposed. In the narrow bathroom they were stacked four layers high—some upside down, some curled up—intimately pressed into one big pile of flesh, crowded together. With the plane’s turbulence they swayed slightly inside the bathroom. Yellow liquid wantonly seeped from their lower bodies. Soon the small space was filled with the smell of piss. Abang sprayed some air freshener inside, then untied and collected all their silk scarves, pocketing them as tonight’s trophies. He used his toe to kick Wu Lili’s arm that was sticking out the door back inside, took one last greedy glance, and reluctantly closed the door of this “temporary morgue.”
Chapter 6
He returned to his seat. The timing today was bad and he couldn’t enjoy the spoils. What a waste of these four great, varied-style alluring corpses. He sulked for a long time. Looking up, he saw the passengers around him had all moved far away, looking at him like a murderer. But he couldn’t be bothered to explain anything about Green Swallow assassins. They wouldn’t understand or believe his story anyway. He focused only on reaching the destination quickly and finding the General Shen Chengzhi that Ye Ya had mentioned.
Remembering that Ye Ya had said he would only be safe once he got there, he quickly checked his watch and found that they would arrive at the destination airport in just 27 minutes. The stone hanging in his heart finally settled a lot, and he let out a long breath of relief. But a question suddenly popped up: apart from the airline, only he himself knew the flight number. So how did these Green Swallow female assassins know it? They seemed to know his whereabouts completely. Could someone have been tracking him the whole time? Then why didn’t they just make a move directly?
While he was puzzled, he suddenly felt the plane tilting continuously to the left, and it had been doing so for quite a while. Clearly the airliner was making a sharp turn. That’s not right. The route to the capital should be a straight line. Even if they needed to adjust the flight path, it would only be a small change midway. It was impossible to make a turn of nearly 100 degrees or more. That meant this airliner was changing its original planned flight route!
At that moment, the captain’s voice came over the cabin speakers: “Dear passengers, we have just received information that due to heavy fog at the airport, the airport is closed and the aircraft cannot land. This flight will make an emergency landing at Wuyou City Airport. Please understand.”
Wuyou City Airport??? Abang’s face turned deathly pale. Of all places to divert, why choose Wuyou City, which was over a thousand kilometers away? Wasn’t this sending him straight into the tiger’s mouth? He stood up angrily and loudly protested, even thinking of going to pry open the cockpit door. But in the end, like the other passengers, he sat back down cursing. For him, it was more realistic to think about what to do after arriving in Wuyou City. Inside this sealed iron can at ten thousand meters altitude, no matter how great a hero you were, you could not decide your own path.
He sat anxiously like this for a full two hours or more. The plane’s altitude finally began to descend gradually. In the darkness surrounded by mountains, the faint lights of Wuyou Airport grew closer and closer, flickering like will-o’-the-wisps in a desolate graveyard. Strong cold currents began making the fuselage shake and jolt nonstop, welcoming this distant airliner in a unique way. Thud, thud. The landing gear slammed heavily onto the runway, nearly jolting Abang’s tense heart out of his throat. After taxiing a few hundred meters on the runway, the plane finally stopped. Abang looked out the window and discovered the plane had not docked at the terminal building but was parked in the center of the vast tarmac. Dozens of military trucks and Humvees sped over, completely surrounding the plane. Strong lights shone, and groups of fully armed soldiers appeared in the glare, looking as if facing a great enemy.
He began to feel restless. Wuyou City was Yan Chunqiu’s lair. Falling into these people’s hands would definitely not end well. Just as he was thinking of an escape plan, several explosions sounded at the same time. All the lights in the cabin went out. Then several black shadows dropped from the sky, bursting in through the cabin door and emergency exits, guns raised as they shouted harshly: “Everyone get down!”
In the panic, Abang pulled out the USB drive without thinking and stuffed it into his mouth, swallowing it with a gulp. At the same time, two agile masked soldiers rushed to his seat like lightning, expertly and quickly yanked him out of his seat, slammed him to the floor, twisted his hands behind his back and cuffed them. Two pistols were pressed against the back of his head.
“Eh, you’ve got the wrong—” He didn’t get to argue. Before he could finish, the two men put a hood over his head and dragged him out of the cabin. The remaining soldiers holstered their weapons and reported into their walkie-talkies that the target had been captured.
Abang was dragged off the plane by the two men. After the sound of a door opening, he was thrown into the vehicle compartment. He rolled and struggled desperately on the sofa, shouting for help, until a gun butt smashed into his head and he knew nothing more.
This faint lasted a long, long time…
He didn’t know how much time had passed before his consciousness slowly began to return. The feeling of a beam of bright light shining on his eyelids grew stronger and stronger. He woke up shouting and found himself lying on a comfortable soft bed. The fluorescent lights on the ceiling were so bright he couldn’t open his eyes. He sat up abruptly. “Ye Ya, save me!”
But another wave of dizziness hit him and his body tilted sideways, about to fall. At that moment a pair of soft, white woman’s hands gently pressed against his chest and back, catching him in time. Then a soft, gentle Suzhou-accented voice reached his ear: “Don’t move around. Your body isn’t well yet.”
He looked along those arms in surprise and saw the woman beside the bed dressed in a female army officer’s uniform. She had a melon-seed face, small upturned lips, and a pair of single eyelids with pitch-black, bright, clear eyes that were extremely lively. Who else could it be but Ye Ya? A nameless excitement surged through him: “Ye Ya, it’s you?! It really is you! What the hell is going on???”
Ye Ya smiled and motioned for him to lie down quickly, pulling the quilt over him again. Only then did he see clearly that he was lying in a clean, bright single hospital room. The room was of quite high standard—a spacious suite with double doors, full of flower baskets, and all the furniture like a color TV, refrigerator, and sofa. If not for the patient number on the bedside and the petite, dainty little nurse sitting in the outer suite, one would have mistaken it for a luxury suite in a high-end hotel. Outside the window, snow rested on the branches—a typical northern scene. Still shaken, he tightly gripped Ye Ya’s hand: “Where… where are we? What about Lin Yanni? Aren’t I in Wuyou City?”
“Look at you, scared out of your wits like this, hee.” Ye Ya winked playfully at him, pulled her hand back, and slowly began peeling an apple. “You’re in the hospital. You’re safe now.”
Ye Ya told him that she had been fortunate. After being captured by Lin Murong, she was rescued in the nick of time by General Shen Chengzhi's forces. When they learned that Abang's flight was redirected to Wuyou City, they hastily assembled a counter-terrorism team from Beijing and surrounded the plane at Wuyou City Airport, claiming there was a terrorist hijacking. This high-risk operation successfully extracted him from Wuyou City, a tale that left Abang feeling incredibly lucky, having narrowly escaped danger while unconscious.
Handing a peeled apple to Abang, Ye Ya said affectionately, “Your only job now is to recover. Don’t worry about anything else. We're in the Beijing Military Region Hospital, it's very safe. Ding Chunqiu wouldn't dare to cause trouble here in Beijing.”
Abang took a bite of the apple and found himself very hungry. “Thank God for General Shen Chengzhi,” he said, “I'd like to thank him in person when I get a chance. Oh, I need to call my family and my girlfriend.”
Ye Ya smiled. “Don’t worry, they’ve been informed. This is an internal military hospital, and the phone lines are confidential. Even I can’t make calls casually.”
Abang figured he'd only be in the hospital for a few days, so he could wait until then to make calls. Besides, having a beautiful woman in uniform to keep him company wasn't too bad. He sneakily glanced at Ye Ya, noticing her tight, green military uniform and the glimpse of her ankles wrapped in nude stockings, which made him wonder: Were those stockings short or long? Knee-high or pantyhose?
Ye Ya seemed to notice his gaze, quickly putting her legs down and adjusting her uniform, as if she was afraid his gaze would somehow slip inside. Then she leaned in and asked, “Do you remember the USB drive you got from Chen Xuan?”
“Of course.”
“So, where is it?”
“Not on me?”
“We searched all your belongings, but it wasn’t there.”
Abang was stunned. He couldn’t remember what happened to the drive. He tried hard to recall the events on the plane, but he couldn’t remember swallowing the USB drive at all, lying there confused. Ye Ya watched him closely, and seeing his genuine bewilderment, she sighed and leaned back.
At that moment, a nurse from outside the room entered. Only then did Abang get a good look at her; she was in her mid-twenties and had a pair of expressive eyes. She wore a fitted nurse uniform that highlighted her slender waist and full chest, with the skirt ending right above her knees, exposing her legs covered in thigh-high white stockings - another form of uniform allure. Seeing Abang looking her over, the nurse confidently introduced herself in Mandarin, “Hello Mr. Abang, I’m Wang Xinyi, a nurse from the Special Care Unit at the military hospital. During your stay, I’ll be your personal nurse, handling all your daily needs. If you’re unhappy with my services, feel free to request a change.”
Hearing this, Abang couldn’t help but be impressed. ‘Man, these high-level hospitals are something else!’ he thought. The uniforms of the nurses outside would be all loose and crappy, not to mention how the nurses would yell at the patients instead of providing such high-class service.
After efficiently changing Abang’s IV bag, Nurse Wang left the room, and he couldn’t help but ogle at her rear as she walked away. Feeling a little excited under the covers, he turned to Ye Ya to flirt a bit more. But the moment his hand touched her sleeve, she pulled away quickly. Standing up, she said, “Abang, you’ve just woken up. Take your time remembering things about the USB drive. First, focus on getting better. What do you want for dinner?”
The question hit right at his appetite. ‘Might as well make the most of it since it's all on the house,’ he thought without missing a beat, and started listing, “I want Peking duck from Quanjude, hotpot from Dong Lai Shun, and also, let’s get some Beijing-style shredded pork, sweet and sour pork loin, braised pork with rock sugar, cold jellyfish... And chicken shreds with mustard, spicy crispy shrimp... Hey, where are you going? I haven’t finished...” But before he could complete his order, Ye Ya had already fled the room.
The moment she stepped out, Ye Ya let out a breath of disgust. Being around this overly flirtatious and greedy pest was absolutely draining. She pulled out an exquisite engagement ring from her pocket and slid it back onto her finger, feeling slightly relieved. Instead of heading to the kitchen, she went straight to the top floor, where the hospital’s administrative offices were located.
On the top floor, Ye Ya knocked on the door of one of the offices and announced, “Reporting!” After a moment, a raspy female voice inside said, “Come in.”
Inside the spacious office stood a female officer wearing a crisp military uniform with a short skirt and shiny black boots. Her rank, indicated by the insignias on her shoulder, seemed higher than Ye Ya’s. Without turning around, she asked, “Is he awake?”
“Reporting to Major Lin, he is awake,” replied Ye Ya.
Hearing this, the officer seemed excited and turned around. With her striking face, high nose, and deep eyes, it was none other than Lin Murong, Ding Chunqiu's major and advisor.
Lin quickly asked, “Did he say where the USB is?”
“No,” Ye Ya shook her head, “According to the doctor, he suffered a head injury which may have caused short-term partial amnesia. 98% of patients typically recover within three months, and the remaining 2% will gradually recover within six months.”
“That’s too slow,” Lin said, disappointed. “Isn’t there a way to speed up his memory recovery?”
“Well, the doctor said exposing him to familiar people and objects could be helpful. Another method is...” Ye Ya hesitated for a moment before continuing more softly.... “ “It involves stimulating the brain’s nerves and cells through intense… intense sexual arousal. It might trigger a full recovery in one go.” As she finished speaking, her fair face had turned slightly red.
Lin Murong pondered and paced for a bit before sitting down, muttering to herself. “We can’t let him have contact with the outside world, nor can we afford to wait too long...” Her gaze landed on Ye Ya’s beautiful face as she continued, “Hmm… seems like we need to try the second method. Deng Lingwen, you’re in charge of sleeping with him tonight. You must make sure he’s aroused enough to recover his memories.”
The officer called Deng Lingwen was stunned, “What? Me?”
Lin Murong had expected this reaction. She knew Deng Lingwen very well. Two years ago, she had personally spotted her at the military academy and recruited her to Wuyou City. To be fair, under Ding Chunqiu’s ambitious governance, Wuyou City really was a place where capable people could rise quickly. In just two years, the twenty-four-year-old Deng Lingwen had already reached the rank of captain — faster than most of her academy classmates. Her fiancé had also been introduced by Lin Murong — a promising young commander. The two had been mutually in love since their academy days and had gotten engaged last year. Their wedding was only ten days away. This conservative young woman had privately confided in Lin Murong that she and her fiancé had promised to wait until their wedding night to give her virginity — which she had guarded for twenty-four years — to her husband. Lin Murong knew very well that this assignment would be extremely difficult for Deng Lingwen to accept. But compared to the whereabouts of the anti-gravity USB drive, this small sacrifice meant nothing to her.
“Lieutenant Deng, you and Ye Ya look almost identical. You're the best fit for this task. Sleeping with a stranger might make him suspicious, and it might not induce the necessary arousal,” Lin said, stone-faced.
“But Major, you know my situation…”
“Lingwen!” Lin Murong raised a hand to cut her off, her tone turning serious. “This isn’t about personal feelings. It’s an order!”
Deng Lingwen bit her lower lip. The corners of her eyes were slightly red. Although she was a thousand times unwilling in her heart, duty was as heavy as a mountain and left her no choice. She could only answer reflexively, “Yes… I will resolutely complete the mission!”
“Very good. You can close your eyes and pretend he’s your fiancé. I’ll keep this matter confidential for you,” Lin Murong said with a smile — whether satisfied with her answer or with her own mobilization. “You must remember: this is the real North, not a simulated training facility. There cannot be the slightest flaw or mistake. The target is cunning and treacherous, so make sure to assign a few more nurses who have studied the northern accent. Also, before the snow machine arrives, pile up some fake snow on the roads and turn on the fog machines. We cannot afford any mistakes at this critical moment!”
“Yes!”
Deng Lingwen left the office with a heavy heart. She tried to control her emotions as she gently closed the door, then immediately ran to the women’s restroom and locked herself inside. Finally, facing the mirror, she broke down in tears…
Chapter Two
Meanwhile, Abang lay alone in the hospital bed, looking around. He felt extremely bored. The TV was only showing ridiculous soap operas. He tried chatting with Nurse Wang Xinyi, but all he got were polite, formulaic responses — nothing like the fun interactions in Japanese films. It was driving him crazy. He simply got out of bed, pulled up a chair, and sat by the window to look at the scenery outside.
Beyond the window was a row of neat white birch trees blocking the distant view. The hospital appeared to be located in a quiet, forested area — fitting for a high-ranking officials’ hospital. It was early winter, and everything was covered in a silvery white. Tree branches, roadsides, and lawns were blanketed with a thin layer of snow, as if the world had put on a new outfit. Abang, who had spent years studying in the south and rarely seen snow, watched with excitement.
It wasn’t until 7 PM that the long-delayed dinner was finally delivered to the ward. It was exactly what he had ordered — nothing missing, even the Quanjude logo was printed on the packaging. It must have been quite an effort for Lin Murong’s people to have it air-freighted in. Abang, of course, didn’t think that deeply. After several days of surviving only on nutrient drips, his stomach was as empty as during the three years of natural disasters. Facing a table full of delicious food, he dug in with abandon, eating everything clean. Leaning back in his lounge chair, he patted his full belly and hummed a little tune contentedly, feeling almost like a high-ranking official. “Little ghost~ come sit over here too. You’ve been sitting on that hard stool all day. Work is important, but you also need to take care of your health.”
Wang Xinyi giggled and replied, “I’m on duty sitting here. If the head nurse sees me leaving my post, I’ll get punished. The rules here are very strict.”
At that moment, her phone vibrated. She seemed to have received a call. She quickly answered, covering the phone and speaking in a very soft voice in dialect. The following words were even quieter — Abang couldn’t hear a single word.
Abang found the flustered little nurse quite amusing. On one side were strict hospital rules forbidding other activities during work hours, and on the other was probably a loving call from her boyfriend. In the end, human feelings still prevailed over rules. What surprised him, though, was that the fluent words she had spoken earlier clearly weren’t the local accent. That was interesting. Being able to speak two accents so fluently — being a nurse seemed like a waste of talent. But he didn’t think too much about it. Maybe her boyfriend was from out of town and they used his hometown dialect. Thinking this, he felt he might be overthinking things. This was a military hospital with guards at the entrance. What demons or monsters would dare come here to harm him?
Wang Xinyi soon finished the call. At that moment, Deng Lingwen walked in from outside. She gave Wang Xinyi a look, and the latter obediently left the ward, closing the door behind her. The large ward was now left with only Abang and Deng Lingwen.
Deng Lingwen’s face seemed to have some concealer applied, covering the tear stains. Her somewhat playful lips were also lightly coated with lipstick, making her look even more seductive than usual. Her pair of charming, watery single-lidded eyes were of course already familiar to Abang, but with her eyebrows and eyeliner carefully drawn and mascara applied, her eyes magically appeared much larger. One had to admire the power of cosmetics. Clearly, she had put on light makeup — very subtle and natural-looking, comfortable to the eye without any heavy or fake feeling. She turned her gaze to Abang on the lounge chair and forced a smile. “How was the food? Did you enjoy it?”
“Delicious! Really good! Just bring the same thing again tomorrow.” Thinking back on that meal, Abang could still feel his mouth watering. But what made him drool even more was the ‘Ye Ya’ in front of him. She was still wearing the same dark green military uniform. Her hair was pinned up at the back, with the peaked military cap. The dark green suit jacket and trousers, the light green standard shirt with a black tie — her full breasts, though wrapped in layers of clothing, still created a beautiful curved silhouette at the front. On her feet, she had changed into a pair of formal standard-issue high heels, polished to a shine. A section of flesh-colored stocking on her instep was visible, adding a touch of feminine sexiness to the otherwise serious military uniform. Her standard 165cm height, combined with rich nutrition and various sports training, made the uniform fit her perfectly.
But her next actions left Abang completely stunned. She touched the heating pipe and blurted out, “Ah, it’s so hot in here.” Before Abang could react, she took off her military jacket. Although she tried to make it a seductive move and let the jacket hang from her fingertips, she accidentally dropped it on the floor and had to awkwardly pick it up.
“What the hell is going on???” Abang shrank back in shock.
She then began untying her necktie in an unnatural way. “It’s nothing, just hot… Ah!” She had forgotten to take off her cap first, so when she pulled the tie over her head, the peaked cap fell to the floor. She had to pick it up awkwardly again. It was obvious she was very nervous — so nervous she even forgot the proper order for taking off clothes.
After these two embarrassing failures, Deng Lingwen’s face turned as red as a burning iron plate. It was so hot she could feel it herself. But Abang still looked completely stunned. She couldn’t think of any more seductive moves, so she decided to get straight to the point. However, she was too shy to act boldly. She reached out and turned off the lights. In the darkness, before Abang could figure out what she was doing, he felt a heavy, fragrant, soft female body sit on his lap. In a somewhat stiff voice, she said to him, “Quick, hold me.”
“Huh? Hold… hold you? Hehe… this… hehe…”
“Stop giggling. Hold me, or I’ll eat you.”
At this point, any man would understand what was about to happen. Although Abang had fantasized about Ye Ya’s body to some extent, he had a girlfriend after all. His interest in other women was limited to fantasy — at most touching or groping. When it came to actually doing it, he really couldn’t bring himself to. In his shock, he tried to push Deng Lingwen away. But the moment his palm touched the bra strap on her back, a wonderful electric-like sensation shot from his arm to his brain. The push lost all strength. Instead, his hand unconsciously rested on her back. Then, because they were pressed so closely together, the perfume on her body entered his nose unobstructed.
Inhaling it felt like swallowing a ball of raging fire. His whole body began to heat up. This perfume — he had smelled it on Ding Ting before. It was a kind of dragon saliva fragrance that could arouse men’s desire. But tonight its effect was far stronger. Every whiff felt like a feather constantly teasing his mind. Neither Deng Lingwen nor Abang knew that Lin Murong, anticipating her lack of seduction skills, had secretly added a powerful aphrodisiac to Abang’s food. It was now kicking in at full force. At this point, even a single strand of a woman’s hair could make him lose control.
Abang felt his vision blur. His lower body had a noticeable erection. His extremely excited brain began to detach from his consciousness and take control of his limbs. He suddenly lifted the not-light Deng Lingwen in his arms, pressing her tightly against his chest. The female body heat further fueled his desire. Under the influence of the drug, he threw her onto the bed like a beast in heat. Deng Lingwen was clearly frightened by his sudden outburst and let out a scream as she landed on the bed. But to Abang’s ears at this moment, her voice sounded as soft as a mosquito’s buzz, which only further aroused his desire to conquer. He quickly stripped off all his own clothes, pounced onto the bed naked, and like a hungry wolf, reached for the little white rabbit on the bed.
Deng Lingwen instinctively tried to dodge, but the small single bed left her nowhere to escape. In just a couple of moves, Abang caught her and pulled her back from the edge of the bed. Under the strong effects of the drug, his actions were noticeably rougher. In the struggle, he even pulled off her hair clip, causing her to cry out in pain. But as her long hair cascaded down, partially covering her beautiful face with its pained expression, and illuminated by the moonlight coming in from outside, it made one feel a surge of tenderness. Abang couldn’t wait any longer. He pressed his mouth to her flushed cheeks, kissing her wildly all over. Then he opened his mouth wide, covered her small lips, and gave her a deep kiss. Slowly, he extended his tongue to tease hers, chasing and intertwining with it. Their saliva mixed in each other’s mouths.
At the same time, he used his toe to gently push at her heel. With a clack, one of her high heels fell to the floor, finally revealing a complete silk-stockinged foot. Her whole body was pinned under Abang. Embarrassed, she quickly tried to tuck her foot under the blanket. Abang let her for now — after all, she wasn’t going anywhere tonight. His ten fingers began unbuttoning her military shirt one by one…
Rustle… rustle… rustle… Piece by piece, her military uniform was removed by Abang amid passionate kisses. Even her bra, panties, and flesh-colored pantyhose were stripped off and tossed to the floor. Naked, Deng Lingwen had a beautifully curved figure. The muscles shaped by long-term training and rich nutrition covered her tall frame evenly and gracefully, with soft, full lines full of elasticity and sensuality. As a staff officer, her skin was also crystal-clear and snow-white. She was truly a rare beauty. Abang licked and teased her earlobe while his hands caressed her smooth shoulders, following the beautiful curves of her breasts down to her tight waist and round, firm ass.
After pinching the thick, plump ass cheeks, his palms moved lower to her full, strong thighs. The feminine subcutaneous fat made her thighs wonderfully plump — almost the fullest part of her body. The tight, smooth skin made it hard for Abang to pinch any single spot.
“Abang… ah… no…” Deng Lingwen felt a pair of strange male hands wantonly caressing and invading her entire body. Yet her mind was filled with the image of her fiancé. She wanted to break free but didn’t dare — and didn’t want to — refuse, after all, this was her mission. Gradually, she felt her whole body heating up, as if flames were running wild inside her. Under Abang’s hands, she couldn’t help letting out soft moans. Her body also began to twist slightly, as if trying to relieve something. The panic in her eyes gradually mixed with traces of desire, becoming misty. Meanwhile, Abang kept rubbing and caressing Deng Lingwen’s body, listening to her suppressed moans, feeling it was incredibly wonderful. As the caressing intensified, too many indescribable sensations flooded into Deng Lingwen’s mature body. Waves of unprecedented stimulation made her almost unable to bear it. Her pair of grape-like nipples stood fully erect and trembling. She felt that every inch of her body under Abang’s touch was incredibly pleasurable. She panted heavily, lying softly beneath him, letting him freely roam and conquer her body.
Deng Lingwen’s twisting made their lower bodies rub against each other, bringing waves of pleasure. She felt a thick, long, hot iron rod rubbing against her most private and shy area, occasionally pressing against it. Her heart jolted: Oh god, that was a place even her fiancé wasn’t allowed to touch! But that hot iron rod felt like an electric heating rod, transmitting strands of heat into her body. A hot flow involuntarily overflowed from her lower body. Once it started flowing, it felt like a bottle being emptied. The depths of her flower path felt empty and hollow, desperately wanting something to fill and satisfy that void. Even though Deng Lingwen’s mind still resisted Abang, she ultimately couldn’t escape physiological inevitability. She finally cast aside her shyness and let out a beautiful cry, “Ah… oh…”
Abang continued teasing her. He kept rubbing the hot iron rod back and forth outside her jade gate. In just a few moves, he had Deng Lingwen acting almost crazed. “Ah… don’t… Abang, please… slower… don’t do this… slower…” Her pleading voice grew softer and softer, but her panting grew louder and louder. Especially the hot flow from her flower path gushed out like a spring. Her whole body had gradually sunk completely into pleasure. Seeing the time was right, Abang spread her legs wide open, revealing the wet petals and the tightly closed entrance. Some fluid was flowing heavily from that opening. He knelt, holding his hot iron rod and rubbing it experimentally a few times outside the gate, letting the head fully absorb her juices until it was slick and shiny. Under its rubbing, the jade gate seemed to sense something and opened slightly wider than before.
“Abang, don’t… don’t come in… don’t… you… you have to be gentle… gentle… you must be gentle…” Deng Lingwen’s heart was in complete turmoil. Her mouth let out charming moans, and her words became contradictory.
Abang didn’t care whether she liked it or not. He gripped the hot iron rod, let out a low roar, and thrust his waist forward. The hot iron rod rapidly pushed into the slightly open entrance. Boosted by the powerful drug, this thrust was many times stronger than usual. Pssht! With a sound like tearing silk, the hot iron rod plunged all the way to the deepest part of her flower path, brutally deflowering her in one go. “Ah!” Deng Lingwen screamed desperately. The unprecedented pain made her cry out heart-wrenchingly. Her two beautiful legs suddenly lifted and wrapped tightly around Abang’s waist. Her whole body stiffened. Her willow-leaf eyebrows furrowed slightly. She didn’t dare move. Fresh red blood dripped from where their bodies were tightly joined onto the snow-white bedsheet, forming beautiful little red flowers. Two crystal tears also rolled down from her eyes at the same time — whether from pain, pleasure, or sadness at losing her virginity this way, no one could say.
Abang tried thrusting gently a few times. Deng Lingwen beneath him immediately let out moans that sounded like a mix of pain and pleasure. The sound made Abang’s eyes burn with lust. He grabbed her legs and began thrusting quickly but rhythmically. “Oh… oh… ohhh… ohhh…” Moans filled with satisfaction and joy kept spilling from Deng Lingwen’s throat. Her arms wrapped around Abang tightened instinctively, and she began to gently rock her hips to meet his movements. Though her actions were still somewhat hesitant and inexperienced due to shyness, her willing response only inflamed Abang’s excitement even more. He began thrusting faster, driving his thick cock deeper. Large amounts of her juices were brought out from the depths of her pussy with every stroke. He never expected her to be so wet — their lower bodies were both soaked. Deng Lingwen, lying beneath him, held her burning face with both hands while her body twisted wildly like a pretzel, as if she didn’t care if her waist snapped. She was lost in pleasure. In her mind, her fiancé and Abang were starting to blur together.
Deng Lingwen’s charming, flushed face was covered in an excited blush. Beneath Abang, her eyes were misty with desire, her breathing rapid. She panted sweetly, “Ugh… gentler… ohhh… you’re going… too deep… ahhh… slower…” Her voice, sweet and coquettish in the midst of ecstasy, kept echoing in Abang’s ears. “Ugh… have you… remembered… the USB drive yet… have you… ohhh…”
Abang was busy ravaging Deng Lingwen and had no interest in thinking about any USB drive. He pulled out, flipped her sweat-covered body over on the bed so she was face-down, and positioned himself behind her. Deng Lingwen gasped in surprise, “Ah… what are you…?” “Stay like this. I’m going to take you from behind.” With that, Abang knelt behind her raised, firm ass. His hands caressed the thick, soft flesh of her buttocks. His thick cock thrust forward and found her entrance on its own. With a wet sound, he buried himself to the hilt. Deng Lingwen cried out again. Abang immediately began pounding her furiously, going balls-deep with every thrust. The sound of flesh slapping flesh filled the room — pa pa pa pa pa pa.
“Ah… mmm… ugh… ohhh… mmm…” With every moan, the deepest part of Deng Lingwen’s pussy was repeatedly stabbed and ravaged by Abang’s thick cock. The shaft plunged in and out of her tight hole at blinding speed. She had already been on the edge earlier and was nearly spent. This sudden new position and new sensations, combined with the even faster pace, left her mind completely blank. A huge flood of juices gushed out again as she reached her second climax. The overwhelming pleasure made her forget she was engaged. She only wanted more — more pleasure. So she cried out lewdly, letting Abang thrust wildly inside her. “Ah… I… I… ohhh… I can’t… I’m…”
Before she could finish, she suddenly let out a wild scream. Her raised ass clenched tightly. The walls of her pussy contracted hard around Abang’s thick cock. Then, wave after wave of hot fluid sprayed from deep inside her, splashing scaldingly onto his shaft. Right after, Abang let out a low roar as well. His cock erupted, shooting thick ropes of scorching cum deep into her womb. The heat made the walls of her pussy tingle and spasm violently. The intense contractions spread throughout her entire body. “Ah!” Deng Lingwen moaned uncontrollably as an overwhelming wave of pleasure washed over her, drowning her completely in ecstasy…
The heavy panting in the room gradually calmed down. Two bodies — one tan, one white — lay sweaty on the bed. After several rounds of passionate, bone-melting sex, Deng Lingwen lay limply beside Abang like a flower in full bloom. Her eyes were half-closed, misty with lingering pleasure. A thin layer of fragrant sweat covered her snow-white body. Her rounded shoulders and smooth belly were still trembling slightly. Waves of seductive scent continued to rise from her. But her eyes remained vacant and unfocused, as if thinking about something — or nothing at all — with a faint, hard-to-detect trace of sadness.
Abang lay on his side, holding this beautiful, jade-like military beauty in his arms. He never imagined he would end up spending the night with the “single-lidded gossip girl” he had once hated so much. Even more amazingly, her body had felt so sweet, soft, and warm — nothing like the sharp, capable woman she usually appeared to be. For a moment, Abang wondered if he was dreaming. If this gorgeous woman wasn’t curled up obediently in his arms right now, he wouldn’t even know where he was.
After firing off that heavy load, it felt as if some evil energy had been expelled from his body. Abang felt incredibly refreshed, like the pleasant exhaustion after running several kilometers. Suddenly, he realized that the lost memories were slowly coming back to him, growing clearer. He quickly said, “Ye Ya, I remember now! That night I swallowed the USB drive. I’ve been unconscious these past few days, so it’s probably still in my stomach!”
“Fantastic, Abang! Mmm!” Deng Lingwen kissed him passionately in delight. This meant the man could soon be disposed of, and she would finally be free from this “bitter sea.”
The next day, Abang slept until after nine. When he woke up, Deng Lingwen was already gone from the bed. Perhaps she had left in a hurry or couldn’t find it, but she had left a pair of hair clips under his pillow. They still carried her faint, fresh scent, which made him linger on the memory. The effects of the aphrodisiac had completely worn off by now. Looking at the woman’s accessory and remembering that Zhu Liying had a similar pair of hair clips, a strong wave of guilt suddenly flooded his mind. He quickly put the clips back on the bedside table and slapped himself across the face. How could he have done something so crazy last night?! Back in his distant hometown, he still had his beloved girlfriend Zhu Liying. How could he face her after this?! He had truly let lust cloud his judgment and acted like a complete idiot! Although he had previously had his way with beautiful corpses, those had only been acts of punishment and release against enemies. Last night had been different — there had been real emotion involved. And this “Ye Ya” was full of schemes. Who knew if she would try to become his mistress later? Oh god, she definitely would. This woman was competitive and ambitious — there was no way she would settle for being a side piece. And with her strong martial skills and a gun, would she kill Zhu Liying to take her place? Or, if that failed, would she just shoot him?
Lost in these chaotic thoughts, he walked to the window to get some fresh air, only to discover that all the windows were sealed shut and couldn’t be opened. Looking outside, it seemed another layer of snow had fallen overnight. There was more snow on the trees and roads. Five workers in coats were sweeping the road downstairs, occasionally chatting with each other. Abang watched for a while, then drew the curtains and thought about going back to sleep. But just as he was about to turn away from the window, he suddenly felt something strange about the five workers he had just seen. He stepped back to the window for another look. The five men looked like ordinary, honest migrant workers. There was nothing suspicious about them. So what exactly had felt off? He slowly exhaled, watching his breath condense into droplets on the glass. Then it hit him: In this freezing winter weather, when those five men spoke, why did they only produce faint white vapor? Was he seeing ghosts in broad daylight? The thought made him shiver. He jumped back into bed and pulled the covers over himself.
But then he reconsidered. Ghosts and spirits were too ridiculous. A more reasonable explanation was that although the outdoor temperature was low, it wasn’t cold enough for heavy snow. He got dressed and wanted to go downstairs to feel the air for himself, but Nurse Wang Xinyi stopped him at the outer room. She told him the doctor had ordered that the patient must not go outside and get cold before fully recovering. He had to stay inside the heated building. Abang had no choice but to return to the window and look more carefully. He made another discovery: Logically, northern buildings should have much thicker walls for insulation — at least half again as thick as southern ones. But the walls of this building were about the same thickness as those back home in the south. That was very strange. Could a high-ranking officials’ hospital really fail to meet basic construction standards?
If the nurse’s sudden change in accent yesterday could still be explained away, then at this moment, Abang was truly beginning to grow suspicious. He had a vague feeling that this place wasn’t in the north at all, but rather some city in the south. And to make control easier, it was very likely a large-scale film studio set up like a real-life Truman Show.
Chapter Three
Abang spent the entire morning in suspicion. After lunch, he was once again alone in the ward, going over the strange events of the past two days. If this wasn’t the north, why would these people set up such an elaborate deception just to fool him? There had to be some shady scheme behind it. As an ordinary civilian, he wasn’t worth this much effort. The only explanation was that they wanted something from him. Thinking back to how Ye Ya had still been obsessed with the USB drive even in that situation last night, even an idiot could guess their goal. A chill suddenly ran down his spine: He had told her the USB drive was in his stomach. Would these people cut him open?
Fortunately, Lin Murong was cautious. To prevent the possibility that cutting open his stomach still wouldn’t yield the USB, she had “kindly” chosen diarrhea instead.
At dinnertime, Wang Xinyi pushed in the meal cart again. However, tonight’s meal had been greatly simplified — just a bowl of congee, a salted duck egg, and a few small dishes of pickled vegetables. It had gone from five-star treatment straight to prison rations.
Wang Xinyi walked to Abang’s side and said gently, “Mr. Abang, the doctor said your body is still weak after just waking up. It’s not good to eat heavy or oily foods right now. The kitchen prepared congee for you — it’ll be better for your recovery.”
Abang nodded warily. “Thank you, Nurse Wang.”
Wang Xinyi turned and brought over the bowl of congee. “If you don’t mind, I’ll feed you.” Without waiting for his answer, she sat on the edge of the bed, gently wrapped one arm around Abang’s neck to lift his head slightly, then turned her body and began feeding him with a spoon. He didn’t refuse — he was worried that refusing might raise suspicion. He still needed to keep pretending he knew nothing. Besides, if these people really wanted to kill him, they wouldn’t go through the trouble of poisoning the food.
So he pretended to be happy and ate a spoonful of the congee she offered. There was no doubt that Wang Xinyi was a beauty — and the kind of beauty who felt very caring. Her young, pretty face had a relaxing gentleness.
Now that she was sitting, her well-fitted nurse uniform clung even tighter to her body, clearly outlining her figure. The hem of the dress had ridden up above her knees, revealing more of her white-stockinged legs. Being fed by such a beautiful nurse, Abang quickly finished the entire bowl of drug-laced congee.
Seeing that Abang had eaten the congee without any suspicion, Wang Xinyi looked very satisfied. After wheeling the cart away, she returned to her post in the outer room, quietly monitoring his every move. With a bowl of hot congee in his stomach, Abang also began preparing his escape plan. Although he still didn’t know exactly who these people were, the fact that they had set up such an elaborate deception meant there was definitely a conspiracy involved. For someone as jumpy as Abang, a place full of schemes was not a good place to stay.
He looked around the ward. The windows were sealed. Wang Xinyi was sitting in the outer room, guarding the door. There were no other exits. The more he looked, the more it felt like a luxurious prison cell. If he wasn’t mistaken, there were probably surveillance cameras in the room as well. Breaking out by force was almost impossible. While he was thinking, the laxative in his stomach began to take effect, causing waves of urgent bowel movements. However, this discomfort actually gave him an idea: First, get himself to the bathroom, where surveillance would be weaker. The ventilation ducts there might help him escape. Having made up his mind, he clutched his stomach, got out of bed, and took the fruit knife from the bedside table while Wang Xinyi’s back was turned. He headed out to find the toilet. Wang Xinyi naturally stood up and supported him. “Do you need to use the bathroom, Mr. Abang?”
Abang nodded with a complicated expression. It wasn’t entirely fake — the laxative was extremely strong. His stomach felt terrible, as if his ass would explode if he relaxed even slightly. He cursed Lin Murong for being so heavy-handed with both the aphrodisiac and the laxative. It was already tormenting him badly.
The bathroom was at the end of the hallway on this floor. Since it was the men’s restroom, Wang Xinyi stayed at the door and let Abang go in alone. She specially reminded him not to flush after he was done — she would notify Ye Ya immediately so they could search the excrement for the USB drive. Abang mumbled in agreement. He picked a stall, closed the door, sat on the toilet, and relieved himself comfortably. After finally finishing, he quickly pinched his nose with one hand, used the fruit knife with the other, and searched through the waste. Sure enough, he found the small USB drive. He rinsed it clean with water and hid it in the pocket of his hospital gown. This thing had nearly gotten him killed multiple times at the hands of Green Swallow female agents. It was critical technical data related to whether the T89 could be manufactured. He had to be extremely careful and could not let it fall into anyone else’s hands.
Next, he needed to figure out how to escape. He examined the bathroom and noticed a removable ventilation grille on the ceiling. If he wasn’t mistaken, the ventilation ducts should connect throughout the entire building. Although it would be dirty and dark inside, it was still much safer than trying to break out openly. Besides, he didn’t have the ability to do that anyway. Having made his decision, Abang stood on the toilet and tried to open the ventilation grille. But just then, the sound of soft-soled shoes on the tiled floor came from outside the stall.
“Mr. Abang, are you okay?” It was the beautiful nurse Wang Xinyi. She must have gotten worried after waiting too long outside and had come in to check.
Abang cursed inwardly. This girl might look innocent on the surface, but she was actually very sharp. She was watching him every second like glue. It seemed he would have to deal with her first. An idea suddenly came to him. He called out toward the outside of the stall, “Ah, good thing you came. I’m out of toilet paper. Nurse, could you please pass me a roll? Thank you.”
After a while, with a creak, the stall door cracked open slightly, revealing a fair hand holding a roll of toilet paper. In the blink of an eye, Abang grabbed and twisted her wrist forcefully, followed by a strong kick to the door, hitting her squarely on the nose with a smack! Blood and tears flowed down her face as she struggled to free her wrist. Taking this chance, Abang yanked her into the stall, planning to knock her out by slamming her head against the toilet. However, he underestimated Wang Xinyi’s strength. She barely tapped her forehead on the toilet seat before attempting to fight back.
Abang was shocked. He hadn’t expected this seemingly gentle nurse to withstand his attack. Seeing her about to turn, he reacted quickly. He moved the hand pressing her head downward and grabbed her by the earring instead. This move worked perfectly. Wang Xinyi immediately cried out in pain. Her body twisted in the direction he was pulling.
Wang Xinyi’s cry startled Abang, fearing the consequences if someone heard. As soon as she cried out, he choked her with one hand, pinning her against the corner of the stall. He grabbed her jaw with his other hand, lifting it slightly before twisting it sharply to the right, following the 'tip' Fang Lu gave him earlier. With a crisp snap, success!
As Wang Xinyi’s head was violently twisted, her nurse cap slipped off and covered most of her face. Pressed against her, Abang felt the soft, elastic body beneath him suddenly tense up. It gave one brief, heart-stirring spasm before going completely limp. Her limbs slackened and her whole body twisted weakly as she collapsed against him. Abang stepped back, and the beautiful nurse slid down in front of him like a dead fish. He slowly released his hands. The corpse’s face and breasts pressed against his body as she slid downward. Just as her chest was about to reach his crotch, Abang instinctively stepped back and let go completely. The unsupported corpse collapsed heavily onto the floor, curling up on her side. Her nurse cap had fallen aside, revealing a face that was still flushed but now completely expressionless.
Abang gave her a kick to make sure she was dead. This kick caused her to convulse violently, turning her body over with her face twisted to one side against the floor, legs spread and hands beside her raised buttocks. Abang kicked her again, and this time there was no reflex. “Damn, that was exhausting. Why do all these women have such strong vitality?” Abang wiped away a bit of sweat. There wasn’t much time. He needed to search and dispose of the corpse quickly.
The nurse uniform on the corpse was simple — a white long-sleeved dress-style outfit fastened with a row of buttons in front. Abang stripped it off without much effort. Sure enough, tucked inside the top of one white thigh-high stocking was a small women’s pistol. The caliber wasn’t large, but it was enough to kill at close range. It seemed these weren’t ordinary nurses. After several encounters with Green Swallow female assassins, he had gotten used to checking women’s thigh roots. This time was no exception. He spread her legs wide apart and lowered his head between them. There was only a small birthmark on her smooth inner thigh — no chrysanthemum tattoo. That meant she probably wasn’t part of the Green Swallow organization. “Who the hell are you people?” Abang muttered. He quickly ran his hands over her body. This time the focus wasn’t just weapons — he was also feeling her physical condition. Clearly, Wang Xinyi’s bones and muscles were well-proportioned and far more athletic than an average young woman’s. There were also signs of slight muscle definition in her calves. She was clearly someone who maintained regular training.
With this basic assessment, Abang now had a rough understanding of his opponents and was even more certain that the place he was in was no good. Otherwise, there was no way to explain why these female nurses were not only watching him closely but were also armed. What angered and confused him most was that Ye Ya was actually a two-faced snake. She had been pretending from the moment they met in East Capital. She had played him for a complete fool! But anger aside, the urgent priority was to figure out how to escape this haunted hospital. He had already been here for quite a while. If they did a bed check later and found him missing, it would be over. Following his usual thorough approach, Abang removed the soft low-heeled wedge shoes from the corpse’s feet. He then rolled up the nearly naked female corpse — now only in white lingerie and white stockings — and stuffed her into the corner of the stall. He picked up the nurse cap and placed it over her horrifying dead face.
After dealing with the corpse, Abang stood on the toilet again, opened the ventilation grille, and crawled inside. To be honest, he had never left this floor and had no idea which level he was on. The narrow ventilation ducts branched off in all directions. Abang could only crawl forward slowly based on his sense of direction, heading generally downward. Along the way, he had to endure occasional large rats scurrying past and spiderwebs so thick they felt like blankets. It was disgusting enough to make him want to vomit.
Finally, a patch of white light appeared ahead. He seemed to have reached the top of another room. Inside, there was a “rustling” sound like someone flipping through newspapers. Looking down through the ventilation grille, he saw a dimly lit interrogation room. It was almost empty, containing only a simple desk and chair, plus a torture rack with a prisoner hanging from it. A thirty-something female officer with her hair in a bun was sitting in the chair, looking down at her phone. Her black knee-high boots were casually stacked on the desk. Her dark green military skirt was already quite form-fitting. In this position, it hugged her womanly waist and full hips even tighter. From his viewpoint on the ceiling, she looked like a curvaceous, mature beauty snake coiled between the desk and chair. One hand was even seductively stroking her own stocking-covered leg from time to time. The prisoner on the rack wore tattered, blood-stained prison clothes. Her head hung down, long hair covering her cheeks. He could only tell it was a woman. Her face was obscured. A bowl of chicken leg rice sat on the floor in front of her — probably the legendary “last meal.”
“Poor thing, beaten so badly and still going to be executed. Sigh. If I weren’t trying to save myself right now, I might try to rescue you. Goodbye.” Just as he was about to keep crawling, he happened to catch a glimpse of the prisoner lifting her face. Although he only saw half of it, the slightly upturned lips and that still-clever look in her eyes made Abang almost cry out in shock. Wasn’t that Ye Ya? He felt unsettled and confused. How had Ye Ya become a prisoner? While he was wondering, the female officer, still looking at her phone, said casually to Ye Ya, “Hum if you want to eat. You haven’t eaten in days. This will be your last meal.”
Things were starting to make sense. Since she hadn’t eaten in days, the “Ye Ya” he had met these past few days couldn’t have been the real one. That made sense. If these people could fake being in the north, creating a fake Ye Ya wasn’t impossible either. This girl had saved him once. It wouldn’t be right to just leave her to die. He lifted the ventilation grille and clumsily jumped down into the interrogation room. With a loud thud, he landed on the floor. The female officer jumped up in fright. So when Abang turned his gun on her, she instinctively raised both hands and begged, “Don’t! Don’t shoot! Please don’t shoot! Let’s talk this out! I surrender! I surrender! Please don’t shoot!”
“Abang???” Ye Ya was also extremely shocked.
Abang ordered the female officer, “Quick, release this prisoner. Behave yourself. Don’t try any tricks with me!”
The thirty-something female officer named Chen Xiaoman was the deputy director of the Secret Group in Lin Yanni’s Political Department. Having spent over ten years in the system, this old fox was extremely cunning. Although she was terrified inside, she remained calm on the surface. “Okay, okay, I’ll release her. I’ll do it right now. Young man, please don’t shoot… The key isn’t on me. It’s in the cabinet. Just stay calm. I’ll get it for you slowly…” While stalling for time, she slowly opened the cabinet under the desk with the toe of her knee-high boot. But instead of a key, there was a pistol inside.
Abang and Chen Xiaoman were separated by the desk. Her little scheme might have fooled Abang, but Ye Ya’s sharp, hawk-like eyes still caught a trace of cunning on her heavily made-up face. She quickly warned, “Be careful! She’s trying something! Shoot her!”
Panicking, Abang pulled the trigger, but there was only a click. “You idiot, safety’s still on!” Ye Ya burst out, infuriated. Seeing Abang's blunder, Chen grinned, thinking she had the upper hand, but in the next instant, something flashed from Abang’s hand. With a scream, Chen dropped her gun, clutching her left chest where blood was seeping through her fingers, staining her shirt red. She looked down in disbelief to see a fruit knife embedded in her chest. A cold, sharp pain shot through her warm breast, so deep it felt like it had pierced her heart. Fear and agony welled up within her, causing her to whimper. Struggling to her feet, her long boots scraping against the floor, she began to convulse violently. Her body slapped and flailed wildly on the table as she let out a series of low screams, echoing the terror in her soul.
She felt a cold piece of metal embedded deep inside her warm breast, so deep it seemed to have reached her heart. She immediately understood that this knife was going to end her life. In her desperate fear of death, she struggled with all her strength to stand up. Her knee-high boots scraped loudly against the floor. Suddenly, a violent spasm tore through her chest. “Ugh?” she let out a short, startled cry. Then her entire body was seized by an even more violent convulsion. She flailed her arms and legs on the desk like a child throwing a tantrum, letting out low, continuous screams of terror. Abang didn’t have time to wait for her to die slowly. He stepped forward, flipped her body over on the desk, and gripped the knife handle. Chen Xiaoman was now truly terrified. A hoarse, sobbing voice escaped her throat: “Don’t… don’t… I have children… I still have…”
Unfortunately, her voice was too weak and garbled for Abang to understand what she was mumbling. He grabbed the knife handle and yanked the fruit knife out with force. A jet of blood immediately sprayed from Chen Xiaoman’s nipple as her chest thrust upward. Abang pressed his hand hard against her high, full breast and pushed down with all his strength. Chen Xiaoman let out a “puff” as the last bit of air was forced from her lungs. She had finally reached the end of her life. Her knee-high boots kicked out one last time before her eyes rolled back, her arms went limp, and she died sprawled across the desk.
"Well done, idiot! Now get me down!" Ye Ya was thrilled to see Abang’s rare competence as he killed Chen with a thrown knife. She didn’t know that knife-throwing was one of Abang’s specialties — in critical moments when bullets failed, the fruit knife he had taken with him turned out to be more reliable.
“Ye Ya, what are you doing here?” Abang asked as he used the fruit knife to cut the ropes and free her from the torture rack. After days without food, the girl immediately threw herself at the bowl of chicken leg rice, stuffing it into her mouth with her bare hands. She was so hungry she had completely lost any sense of dignity. Compared to the heavy, greasy meals Abang had been eating these past few days, the difference was enormous. After several bites, she finally caught her breath enough to speak. “After Lin Murong caught me that night, she brought me here to Wuyou City. There’s a woman who looks exactly like me who’s been interrogating me every day. Besides asking about the USB drive, she’s been studying my habits and mannerisms. I guess they finally got what they wanted from me today, so I’ve lost my value. They’re planning to secretly hang me tomorrow morning.”
“So this really is Wuyou City. These people will do anything to get that USB drive! Eat quickly. I’ll see if there are any weapons.”
While Ye Ya stuffed her face, Abang walked back to the desk, grabbed Chen Xiaoman by the tie on her chest, and lifted the corpse off the desk. He then let go, and the dead body fell straight forward with a heavy thud, landing face-down on the floor. The impact made her military skirt ride up slightly, revealing a long stretch of stocking-covered thigh between the hem and the top of her boots. The thick, mature flesh typical of an adult woman made her legs look plump and full, the meaty thighs wrapped in silk stockings. Abang couldn’t resist giving one a quick squeeze.
“Such a waste of this sexy body,” he muttered to himself. He opened the cabinet that Chen Xiaoman had partially pried open with her boot. Inside was a silenced pistol.
Underneath it were several unfinished boxes of “Duoer” blood-tonic capsules and a brand-new, unopened box of adult toys — probably intended for a passionate night with her husband after her shift. Ye Ya glanced over and, like a hound catching a scent, immediately came over and started eating the capsules while kicking Chen Xiaoman’s corpse a few times. “That bitch tortured me plenty these past few days. Pah. Good riddance.”
She picked up the silenced pistol Chen Xiaoman had dropped, signaled Abang to stay quiet, and pressed her ear against the iron door of the interrogation room. The noise inside had been relatively quiet, and the door was very thick, so the people in the duty room outside hadn’t noticed anything. After listening for a while, Ye Ya heard a woman’s voice say, “Ah, these shoes seem a bit small for me. Look, my heels are already rubbed raw.” Another voice replied, “That’s weird, mine are a little too big.” Then a third woman said, “Mine don’t fit well either. Why don’t we swap?” This was followed by the sound of several pairs of shoes being exchanged on the floor. “Zhong Meizi, I didn’t expect someone as tall as you to have such small feet…” “…Don’t even start. If I have to sit like this for a few more days, my stomach is going to pop out…”
Ye Ya leaned close to Abang’s ear and whispered, “There are probably three women in the duty room outside. When I give the signal, you open the door quickly. I’ll take them out with the silenced gun.”
“Alright. We need to move fast. Someone could discover I escaped from the bathroom at any moment.”
“Yeah. Abang… thanks for this.”
“It’s nothing. Helping others is its own reward.” Abang, briefly enjoying the role of hero saving the beauty, took the opportunity to pinch her cheek. Naturally, he was met with a fierce glare.
Abang gripped the door handle and counted silently with his lips. When he reached “three,” he pulled the door open. The moment there was a small gap, Ye Ya slipped through like a cunning fox and rolled into the duty room. Though her movements were a little slower than usual after days without food, she was still fast enough that Abang could barely track her. But even faster than her body were the bullets from her gun.
There were indeed three young female second lieutenants in the duty room: Zhong Meiting, Xia Wenxuan, and Dong Ying. They had recently been assigned to the Political Department’s Propaganda Division. All three were twenty-three years old, in the prime of their youth. As was to be expected, female soldiers specially selected for non-combat units were naturally beautiful and graceful — nothing like the rough types on the front lines. They wore the new light green military shirts and dark green skirts. Their excitement hadn’t worn off yet, but the standard-issue women’s shoes they had been issued didn’t fit well. So when Ye Ya suddenly appeared, the three of them were barefoot in their stockings, swapping shoes and trying them on.
Zhong Meiting was sitting on a chair, excitedly trying on a shoe. She found it still a little too big and was about to take it off to try another when she caught a glimpse of a person in prison clothes appearing in the duty room. In that split second, the words “This is bad” flashed through her mind. But before she could even open her mouth, there was a soft “puff!” The muzzle of Ye Ya’s gun twitched slightly, and a hot, spinning bullet drilled straight into her mouth, punching through her jawbone at high speed. The tremendous impact sent her body jerking backward like a puppet whose strings had been cut. Her hands flew up as she fell back in the chair, her toned, stocking-clad legs kicking up in a graceful arc. The slightly oversized black standard-issue shoe flew off her foot and spun into the wall with a sharp clack. Then came a heavy thud as Zhong Meiting’s body hit the floor, her legs splayed awkwardly on either side of the chair in an extremely undignified position. But she no longer had to worry about appearances. One hand slowly rose a little, as if trying to reach the wound, but it only got that far before blood gushed from her mouth and the back of her head like a spring, instantly staining the floor red. A vivid red flower bloomed around her head. Her raised hand froze forever in that position. She lay dead on the floor, barefoot in her stockings.
Xia Wenxuan, whose name alone suggested she came from a scholarly family, was the sharpest of the three. The moment Zhong Meiting was shot in the mouth, she — still wearing only one shoe — immediately reached for the pistol at her waist. Her movements were practiced and extremely fast. Unfortunately for her, Ye Ya only needed to turn the muzzle slightly. Puff! Another soft thud. Blood mist burst simultaneously from Xia Wenxuan’s forehead and the back of her head — one jet forward, one backward. The force of the bullet snapped her head back at an extreme angle, sending her body flying backward onto Zhong Meiting’s corpse. She arched violently on top of it before going completely still, without even a final sound. The only shoe still on her foot had slipped halfway off and now hung from her toes, exposing most of her silk-stockinged foot. A small, sinister bullet hole, no more than two or three centimeters across, marked the center of her pretty forehead, still oozing a mix of red and white. But that tiny hole was more than enough to end the life of this young woman who had only just begun to bloom.
Tap-tap-tap-tap — a chaotic, panicked sound of shoe soles. The female officer named Dong Ying had taken advantage of the brief moment between shots. She had shoved her feet into her shoes without putting them on properly and was now sprinting desperately toward the duty room door. It wasn’t that she was cowardly — in a situation like this, where there was no time to think carefully, anyone might choose to fight or flee. But because the ill-fitting shoes were only half on, her toes were inside while her heels stuck out. She ran with an awkward, bouncing gait, hips twisting and toes barely touching the floor. As she ran, she shouted, “Help—!” Ye Ya didn’t even turn her head. She simply followed the sound of the shoes and fired another shot. A miserable “Ugh!” rang out. Dong Ying never got to finish the word “help.” The bullet struck her squarely in the back. The impact sent her pitching forward. She slammed into the wall and rebounded onto the floor, leaving a fresh splash of blood on the wall. Her body curled tightly into a ball. The hot bullet was still spinning rapidly inside her, tearing and grinding through her organs. The pain made her let out constant, delirious whimpers. Her legs kicked and scraped against the floor as she tried to ease the agony, eventually kicking both loose shoes completely off. Now barefoot in her stockings, she writhed on the ground.
She rolled over, trying to push herself up, but it was useless. Instead, she ended up with her ass raised high in the air, moaning on all fours. Ye Ya frowned. She hadn’t expected this woman to put up such a fight. Her continued struggling was almost an insult to her marksmanship. Without hesitation, she fired another shot straight into Dong Ying’s round, upturned ass. The bullet struck like it had popped a balloon — a sharp “bang!” It tore through the military skirt, pantyhose, and underwear, entering between her buttocks and drilling all the way up into her chest before finally stopping. “Ugh!” Dong Ying let out a high-pitched cry and twisted her hips hard. Her plump ass flesh quivered a few times, then went still. She died right there in front of Ye Ya, ass raised and skirt hiked up in a humiliating position, completely exposed.
The three lively young female officers who had been chatting and laughing just moments earlier had now been turned into three messy corpses by Ye Ya, who was around their age. Her shooting had been fast and precise. Abang watched in stunned silence, feeling a twinge of pity. Ye Ya signaled for him to hurry over and help. Together, they dragged the three corpses one by one into the interrogation room and piled them haphazardly on top of Chen Xiaoman’s body. The four women were now stacked like a grotesque pyramid. The shoes that had fallen off or been kicked off earlier were now nothing but trash. The two of them kicked the stray shoes inside as well, scattering them around the room. Finally, Ye Ya checked the hair of each of the four corpses and took a few small hairpins from Zhong Meiting’s head to quickly pin up her own hair.
Chapter Four
After dealing with the bodies, Ye Ya carefully pushed the duty room door open a crack and peered into the hallway. It was nearly eight o’clock. The corridor was lit only by a few dim wall lamps. There was almost no one around. The only people visible were two female nurses sitting at the station near the elevator, bent over writing something. Ye Ya pulled back and whispered, “No good. There are still nurses on duty outside. And this floor is definitely crawling with Lin Murong’s people. We can’t just shoot our way out.”
“Then what—?”
“The female officers we just killed all have bullet wounds and blood on them. We need to find some clean clothes. If we change, we might be able to bluff our way through. Follow me and keep a finger in your mouth to stay quiet."
“Yes, ma’am—”
The two of them slipped quietly out of the duty room and began searching the hallway for a changing room. Abang kept his fingers in his mouth, barely daring to breathe for fear of making a mistake. Ye Ya, true to her training as a professional agent, moved completely silently even barefoot, like a cat. They found the changing room and used the small hairpins taken from the corpses to pick the lock. They pushed the door open and slipped inside quickly.
They didn’t dare turn on the lights. In the darkness, they pried open cabinet after cabinet. Unfortunately, most of the nurse uniforms had already been taken — only personal items like shoe polish and shampoo remained. Just then, the changing room door was pushed open again. The two of them quickly hid behind the cabinets.
“No need to hide. Come out. I know you’re in here.”
Abang recognized the voice immediately. It was the fake Ye Ya. But now he could tell the difference — her voice was slightly deeper than the real Ye Ya’s.
When they still didn’t come out, Deng Lingwen let out a cold laugh. A moment later, a dark shape came barreling into the changing room, breathing heavily. It charged straight at their hiding spot with terrifying speed. The two of them were startled. In the darkness, a pair of glowing green eyes darted left and right. Ye Ya had no choice but to open fire on the shadow, but it moved too fast and kept changing direction. It broke through the line of fire and leapt straight at Abang, sinking its teeth into the wrist of the hand holding the gun. “Aaaah!!! Fuck, it’s a dog!” Abang was bitten by the military dog. Blood poured from the wound. He dropped the gun and rolled on the floor in pain. “Cover your vital areas!” Ye Ya shouted as she moved like lightning. She grabbed the dog’s head with both hands and twisted it in opposite directions, snapping its neck like a twisted rope.
In the brief moment Ye Ya moved to help, Deng Lingwen suddenly lunged forward. Ye Ya didn’t hesitate — she raised her gun to shoot. But Deng Lingwen, who had been ready for it, seized her wrist and used the momentum to lock her in a brutal joint hold.
“Ah!!!”
A sharp, piercing pain shot through her, followed by Deng Lingwen’s powerful sweeping kick. Ye Ya was knocked to the floor in an instant, her gun clattering away. Deng Lingwen planted her high heel firmly on the ground with a loud click. Ye Ya barely managed to roll aside thanks to her agility, but she was in a sorry state. A chill ran through her heart: This woman is strong!
With disdain, Deng kicked away both guns on the floor. “Hmm, all you know is shooting. Seems like the renowned Ye Ya, ranked second in the military martial arts competition, is overrated.”
“Who the hell are you? Why do you look so much like me?!” Ye Ya, the seasoned agent, tried to stall for time to recover her strength.
“Hmph!” Ye Ya turned her head away. “If you already knew we were here, why didn’t you just sound the alarm? This whole place is full of your people.”
Deng Lingwen walked calmly between Abang and Ye Ya. Under the faint moonlight, Abang could finally see the difference clearly. Aside from a slight variation in their voices, Deng Lingwen was slightly larger in build than Ye Ya. She was also wearing an engagement ring on her finger that Ye Ya didn’t have. Deng Lingwen told her, “No particular reason. I just wanted a one-on-one fight with the woman who’s supposedly identical to me — to see who’s really better. But from what I’ve seen so far, the famous special commissioner is nothing special.”
“Deng Lingwen, you’d better think carefully. If you kill me, you won’t be able to explain it to your superiors.”
“I’m simply following Commander Ding’s orders. His command is for you to die.” Deng Lingwen wagged her finger. “ “Besides, since we look so alike, the world only needs one of us. After you’re dead, I'll replace you, infiltrate the Ministry of Defense in Beijing. So, you don’t need to be alive.”
“Don’t be so sure of yourself!” Ye Ya retorted verbally while feinting with one hand and lunging for the gun on the floor with her body. Deng wouldn't allow her to succeed, lunging forward as well. Both beautiful women, almost mirroring each other, dove towards the gun. Normally Ye Ya should’ve been faster, but worn down from recent ordeals, she was overtaken by Deng, who kicked her in the waist. Deng, with her pent-up strength, sent Ye Ya collapsing to the ground, making her groan. Seeing Ye Ya overpowered, Abang, ignoring his injured arm, lunged at Deng unexpectedly, assuming that no woman, no matter how strong, could match a man’s strength. However, Deng barely moved, standing firm like a pillar as she resisted Abang’s charge. Even Ye Ya hadn't witnessed such stability. With a slight shove, Deng easily sent Abang flying into a steel cabinet, leaving him seeing stars.
Deng Lingwen strode over to Abang. Her eyes were like two knives, making his blood run cold. She suddenly grabbed him by the collar and slapped him across the face — pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa — over and over in a furious barrage. Abang’s head whipped left and right with every blow until blood leaked from the corner of his mouth. Deng Lingwen gritted her teeth and snarled, “And you!!! You lecherous scum! You’re the first piece of trash who deserves to disappear. You made me lose the most precious thing I had. I want you and that worthless Ye Ya to go to hell together!”
Just as Deng Lingwen raised her hand to strike his head, something she said seemed to ignite Ye Ya. The girl suddenly came alive as if injected with adrenaline. She screamed and pounced, wrapping her arms around Deng Lingwen in an attempt to throw her down. Deng Lingwen only paused for a split second before the muscles in her thighs tightened like steel pillars, rooting her to the ground. No matter how hard Ye Ya twisted, she couldn’t budge her. When the attack failed, Ye Ya immediately pulled back and switched to a kick aimed at Deng Lingwen’s neck. Deng Lingwen responded with an identical high kick. Their feet collided with a loud smack. Deng Lingwen’s high heel struck Ye Ya’s bare foot, causing Ye Ya to recoil in pain. Gritting her teeth, Ye Ya seized the opening while Deng Lingwen’s leg was still raised and lashed out with her other leg, aiming straight between Deng Lingwen’s thighs. The kick landed solidly in her crotch. But to Ye Ya’s shock, Deng Lingwen showed no reaction at all.
Ye Ya’s heart sank. Deng Lingwen clamped her legs together, trapping Ye Ya’s leg between them. Then she twisted her body violently. Crack! It was Ye Ya who screamed this time. At the same moment, Deng Lingwen’s right leg flew up and slammed into Ye Ya’s abdomen, sending her flying several steps back. “Ah!!!” Ye Ya cried out repeatedly. Her bare feet kicked wildly on the floor as she curled up, clutching her stomach and letting out constant, pained whimpers.
Abang, still dizzy from the beating, finally saw an opening. Although he was no match for Deng Lingwen, he had watched the fight clearly enough to notice the difference in their styles. In terms of raw ability, the two women were probably evenly matched. Deng Lingwen had the advantage in strength and balance due to her larger build, while Ye Ya was superior in agility and speed. But after days of exhaustion, Ye Ya’s advantages were gone. If Deng Lingwen was a lioness, then Ye Ya was a cunning fox. Fighting her head-on on the ground was hopeless. He crawled out of the fray and shouted to Ye Ya, “Don’t fight her on the ground! Aren’t you good at jumping?!”
Ye Ya gritted her teeth and forced herself up. Being barefoot gave her excellent spring. She leaped onto an iron cabinet, then dropped down with a knee strike aimed at Deng Lingwen’s head. This overhead attack was completely different from the routines Deng Lingwen was used to in training. She barely dodged, but her footwork became noticeably messy. When the tall, powerful woman tried to sweep with a heavy leg, Ye Ya jumped away like a rabbit, lightly tapped off another cabinet door, and came back with another aerial knee strike. She kept leaping and darting between the iron cabinets, attacking Deng Lingwen from the air. Meanwhile, Deng Lingwen’s high heels put her at a huge disadvantage compared to Ye Ya’s bare feet. She looked clumsy and slow, completely unsuited to this bouncing, aerial style of combat.
Abang watched intently from the side. Although Deng Lingwen was busy defending herself, her quick footwork still allowed her to dodge every attack. Ye Ya’s jumping style of attack, which consumed a huge amount of stamina, couldn’t last much longer. They needed a way to strip away Deng Lingwen’s mobility. His mind raced. Suddenly, he remembered the shoe polish he had seen in the cabinet earlier. An idea formed. While the two women were locked in fierce combat, he quietly poured the entire bottle of shoe polish onto the floor. Feeling it still wasn’t enough, he also dumped out the shampoo and hair wax he had found, creating a large slippery zone on the floor.
Deng Lingwen was completely focused on dodging Ye Ya’s aerial attacks and had no attention to spare for what Abang was doing in the corner. Ye Ya, looking down from above, saw everything clearly. Knowing Abang’s habits, she understood his plan the moment she saw him squatting there. She immediately changed her attack pattern, deliberately driving Deng Lingwen toward the slippery area.
Deng Lingwen once again barely avoided one of Ye Ya’s strikes and stepped to the left. But this time, when her high heel touched the floor, it didn’t plant firmly like before. Instead, she slipped as if on ice. Her center of gravity tilted. “Ah!!!” She tried desperately to regain balance by stomping on the floor, but the ground beneath her was slick. No matter how strong her stance was, it was nearly impossible for a woman of her weight to recover instantly. Deng Lingwen flailed her arms and legs in the slippery zone, trying to steady herself. She arched her back one moment, stuck her ass out the next — her awkward, off-balance poses combined with her embarrassed expression looked downright comical. But Ye Ya wasn’t laughing. She needed this opportunity to finish off her difficult opponent. She leaped again, jumping onto the top of an iron cabinet before dropping down from above. Deng Lingwen, whose feet were slipping, could no longer dodge. She could only raise both arms to protect her head. Unfortunately for her, Ye Ya wasn’t aiming for her skull this time. She lightly tapped off Deng Lingwen’s arms and landed behind her. Then, wrapping both arms around her head, she applied force — she was going for a direct neck break!
The startled Deng Lingwen quickly tucked her chin and tensed her neck muscles. Anyone who trained seriously had extremely developed neck muscles. Ye Ya twisted several times, but Deng Lingwen’s neck didn’t budge. “You two bitches are playing dirty!” Deng Lingwen realized she had been tricked. She roared in anger. As she spoke, her ten fingers flashed like lightning, trying to grab Ye Ya’s wrist and dislocate it. But Ye Ya’s body was now tensed and locked tight — there was no space for her to apply a joint lock. Deng Lingwen shook left and right a few times, then deliberately slid backward on the floor.
Using the momentum, she not only escaped the slippery zone but also slammed Ye Ya, who was behind her, into the changing room wall. The force was so violent that it caught Ye Ya completely off guard. Before she could adjust, Deng Lingwen took two steps forward and slammed backward again. Bang! Ye Ya was smashed hard against the wall once more. Her entire skeleton felt like it was about to fall apart. Her internal organs churned. She nearly loosened her grip.
“Get down! Get down! Get down!” Deng Lingwen didn’t stop. With her powerful build and long-term physical training, she repeatedly slammed the smaller Ye Ya into the wall. Her high heels scraped loudly against the floor. Not only was Ye Ya being smashed until she felt like she was falling apart, her footing was also becoming unsteady. One wrong step and she would trip. In desperation, Ye Ya kicked off the ground and jumped onto Deng Lingwen’s back. She wrapped her legs around Deng Lingwen’s strong waist from behind, crossed her feet in front, and locked herself tightly in place. It was like riding a raging lioness.
Deng Lingwen’s body only sank slightly. The muscles in her legs, still wearing high heels, bulged to the limit, stretching her tight military pants. A low, muffled roar came from her throat: “Get off me!” She went berserk, slamming Ye Ya repeatedly into the wall. Ye Ya had no way to cushion the impacts. Every collision slammed directly into her back, making her spine crack audibly. Then came another loud bang as the back of her head hit the wall. Her eyes narrowed in pain. The legs locked around Deng Lingwen’s waist loosened slightly, and she began to slip off.
Just as she was about to fall, Ye Ya quickly released Deng Lingwen’s head and instead grabbed her neck tightly to stop herself from dropping. Her legs once again wrapped around Deng Lingwen’s waist. Like a koala, she clung to Deng Lingwen’s neck and remounted her. This time, Ye Ya switched from twisting to strangling. One arm clamped around Deng Lingwen’s throat while the other locked it in place. With a gurgling sound from Deng Lingwen’s throat, a deep groove was immediately pressed into the front of her neck. She involuntarily opened her mouth as breathing suddenly became difficult. Deng Lingwen, whose vital point had been seized, immediately tried a high kick behind her. But Ye Ya was too cunning. She hid her head directly behind Deng Lingwen’s skull, making the high kick miss completely. Seeing that didn’t work, Deng Lingwen frantically tried to pry the arm away. Her ten fingers dug into Ye Ya’s arm until they drew blood. But Ye Ya skillfully leaned her body backward, using her own weight to hang from Deng Lingwen’s neck. No matter how hard Deng Lingwen pulled, the arm wouldn’t budge. It remained clamped around her throat like an iron vice.With gritted teeth, Ye Ya manages to say, “If you want me off... fine... but... it’ll be off... your dead body…”
In front of Abang, the two women seem to be having a stubborn contest, neither willing to back down. Ye Ya keeps squeezing while pushing down, and the physically excellent Deng, despite wearing heels and carrying Ye Ya, still stubbornly rams into the wall and tries to stand back up after every slam, shaking her head defiantly.
After they had struggled like this for a while, Ye Ya suddenly began wriggling her body left and right on Deng Lingwen’s back. This move proved effective. The already exhausted Deng Lingwen started swaying wildly. After several rounds of slamming while carrying Ye Ya, her stamina was nearly gone. With her throat constricted, oxygen was in short supply. Under Ye Ya’s constant choking and shaking, she seemed unable to hold herself up any longer. Her powerful thighs began to tremble violently. Her knees gradually bent. Her whole body started squatting lower and lower until — thud — her round, firm ass finally hit the floor heavily. Ye Ya was overjoyed. She twisted her body and forcefully shoved Deng Lingwen to the side, finally pinning her completely to the ground, with one of Deng’s heels getting partially pulled off in the process.
The moment Deng Lingwen fell, Ye Ya immediately moved her legs from her opponent’s waist and locked them tightly around Deng Lingwen’s thighs instead, pressing her firmly against the floor to prevent any powerful kicks. Even so, Deng Lingwen refused to give up. Her calves kept kicking up and down as much as possible. Her high heels knocked against the floor with a series of loud “clacks.” Eventually, one high heel flew off from her own kicking, turning the sound into a duet of “clack clack” from the remaining shoe and “thud thud” from her stocking-covered foot — a desperate symphony of resistance against death.
At this point, the two women looked like a cunning snake coiled around a lioness in the jungle. The lioness had sharp claws and fangs but nowhere to use them. She could only watch helplessly as the snake tightened its grip. Soon, Deng Lingwen heard a muffled “crack” from her own throat bones. She knew very well that if she didn’t do something, her throat would be crushed. At that point, it would be too late. The lioness went berserk, desperately trying to shake off the snake’s deadly embrace. She tensed every muscle in her body and gave a powerful heave. The force was so immense that it actually lifted both of them half a foot off the ground. It was an astonishing display. Even Ye Ya was shocked. Then Deng Lingwen heaved again with even greater strength… Ye Ya was bounced up and down on the back of the larger woman like a rider on a bucking bronco. But no matter what, she never loosened her grip even slightly. The two women remained locked together, bouncing and struggling for seven or eight times. Due to oxygen deprivation, Deng Lingwen’s strength gradually drained away. Her jumps went from half a foot high to just a few centimeters, until finally she could only writhe weakly on the floor. Even so, her body continued its stubborn resistance.
After this intense struggle, Ye Ya was also covered in fragrant sweat. Her originally fair face had turned bright red from exertion. But she still leaned close to Deng Lingwen’s ear to observe her opponent’s changes. She noticed Deng Lingwen’s face was starting to turn bluish, the veins on her forehead bulging, and her eyes wide open with furious flames that seemed ready to burn everything in sight. Indeed, at this moment Deng Lingwen felt like she couldn’t draw even a single breath of air into her lungs. Her already full chest was swelling even more from the pressure. Her oxygen-starved brain throbbed with pain, stars flashing before her eyes. The arm belonging to another woman remained mercilessly clamped above her tongue bone, pressing down on her tongue so she couldn’t stick it out. It was trapped inside her mouth.
Even worse, she felt a growing pressure in her lower abdomen, as if all the fluid in her body had gathered in one place. The pressure was increasing rapidly, slamming against the gate again and again. She instinctively clenched her legs. As a soldier, she absolutely refused to lose control and wet herself in front of her enemy. But soon, as her muscles gradually went numb and stopped obeying her, the wounded lioness finally lost her ability to resist under the snake’s coils. The body that had still been writhing moments ago could now only twitch humiliatingly on the floor. Suddenly, she felt a small, shameful release from her lower body. A few drops of urine began to seep out. Fortunately, the amount was small and was quickly absorbed by her cotton panties. But the obvious wet sensation still jolted her out of her growing unconsciousness. In her daze, she used every last ounce of strength to clench her urethra and squeeze her legs even tighter. Thanks to her soldier’s exceptional willpower, she managed to tighten her relaxing bladder in time and stop the incontinence. Perhaps she also knew that the chance of surviving with her throat clamped by another professional soldier was extremely slim. Her only remaining thought was to never let her opponent see her lose control.
Ye Ya noticed the subtle change in Deng Lingwen’s expression. Seeing how tightly she was clamping her legs, Ye Ya — as a woman herself — smiled knowingly. She called softly to Abang, “Quick, come over here and take off her pants.”
“Wh-what???” Abang couldn’t believe his ears. Ye Ya had to repeat herself: “I told you to take off her pants. Hurry! We don’t have much time!”
Abang didn’t understand why the girl was being so perverse, but since she was a professional agent, she must have her reasons. He rolled up his sleeves and moved forward to pull down Deng Lingwen’s pants. When Deng Lingwen saw the lecherous man lunging at her with outstretched claws, it triggered her womanly instinct for self-protection. Even while being strangled by Ye Ya, she began struggling desperately again. She wanted to shake her head and say no, but her head was locked tight and couldn’t move. Her throat was constricted, so she could only make gurgling sounds as saliva pooled in her mouth. She swung her arms to hit Abang, but with her current strength, the blows felt like tickling. However, the engagement ring on her left middle finger scratched Abang’s cheek, drawing blood. It looked like a nasty cut.
“God damn it, you little bitch still dare to fight back? Watch me strip you alive!" Abang was furious now. In just a few swift moves, he undid Deng Lingwen’s military belt and unzipped her pants. Then he grabbed the waistband and yanked downward with savage force. Remembering how this woman had refused to let him see earlier, his actions were particularly rough and crude. Deng Lingwen could only watch helplessly, twisting her waist and raised ass in a futile attempt to slow down the removal of her pants.
Unfortunately for her, while Abang couldn’t beat her in a fight, taking a woman’s pants off was far too easy for him. Moreover, the flesh-colored pantyhose she was wearing provided excellent lubrication. It rubbed against the military skirt fabric with a soft but extremely provocative “shhh” sound. After several hard tugs, the pants were mercilessly pulled down to her knees, fully exposing her crotch. Although her panties and stockings still covered her, for Deng Lingwen it was humiliating beyond words. She never dreamed she would be stripped and killed in such a degrading way by this “dog couple.” She couldn’t help thinking how nice it would be if her fiancé were here right now. Together, they would surely be able to kill these two! But this moment of distraction caused her bladder muscles to relax slightly. Another wave of shameful warmth surged from her lower body. A stream of urine shot out. On the white triangle of her panties, the originally tiny pale yellow spots rapidly expanded into an irregular wet patch. Once it started, there was no stopping it. In the blink of an eye, her clean white panties and the pantyhose outside were completely soaked with yellow stains. This stubborn and conservative military beauty had finally lost control and wet herself while being strangled.
Stream after stream of warm urine continued to seep from her lower body, quickly forming a puddle between her legs. It soaked her entire lower half, turning the pantyhose a dark, wet color. Even Ye Ya, who was behind her, couldn’t escape it. Her legs and abdomen were also covered in Deng Lingwen’s hot piss. The two women looked as if they had been glued together by urine. The smell was overpowering. Their bodies rubbed together with wet, squelching sounds. Abang, who was closest, was also drawn in by this bizarre scene. His hands slowed to a stop. He’s never seen women fight like this before. An impatient Ye Ya urges, “You idiot, what are you staring at? Hurry up and pull, don’t get the pants wet!”
Only then did Abang understand why she wanted the pants removed. He immediately exchanged a look with Ye Ya. The moment Ye Ya released Deng Lingwen’s legs, Abang gave one final hard tug. With a smooth “shhh,” he stripped the military pants off along with the remaining high heel. Then, grabbing both of Deng Lingwen’s ankles, he pinned her stocking-covered feet firmly to the floor. In this way, with Ye Ya strangling her upper body and Abang holding down her legs, the two of them worked together to pin the strong-willed and physically powerful Deng Lingwen to the floor. This beautiful female officer — still wearing her neat military shirt on top but now reduced to only pantyhose and panties on the bottom — could neither move nor speak. The only thing left for her now was to face death.
Ye Ya kept tightening her grip, muttering over and over, “Die already, die already, die already…” After a few more minutes, Deng Lingwen’s powerful body suddenly jerked as if electrocuted. Then she began to convulse violently. Her lower abdomen rose and fell in spasms. Her wrists twisted nonstop, as if showing off the watch on her wrist, while her stocking-covered feet kept twitching under Abang’s hands. Along with gurgling sounds from her throat, white foam began to bubble from her mouth and nose, like a crab foaming at the mouth. The muscles on her face had long since twisted into a painful knot from suffocation. The horrifying expression was so bad that even Abang couldn’t bear to look. He turned his face away, but the low moaning still coming from her throat made his skin crawl.
Ye Ya knew this was just the body’s stress response to death — the brief agony as the soul separated from the flesh. Seeing that she was finally about to send her opponent to the afterlife, she felt a surge of malicious glee. Her eyes gleamed as she thought of something. She leaned close to Deng Lingwen’s ear and taunted, “After you die, I’ll strip all your clothes off and let everyone admire your body. You’ll lose both your life and your dignity, hehe! Oh, what a pretty ring. A gift from your lover? Hmm, I’ll take it off later and throw it away. Throw it away! Throw it away! Throw it away! Hey, stop twitching…” Ye Ya said whatever was most vicious. Her venomous tongue made even Abang feel a chill. He hadn’t realized how deep a woman’s jealousy could run — especially toward someone who was her equal in every way, including appearance. It completely erased her sense of self.
Though dead, Deng's body twitches again. Irritated, Ye Ya lifts the corpse, making it kneel, and the head slumps forward, exposing the nape. Ye Ya unhooks Deng’s hair, letting it fall messy over the face, before suddenly twisting the head with a crisp crack, breaking the neck and causing the tongue to protrude. With a gentle push, Deng's body falls forward. Now truly lifeless, the corpse lies in its own urine, motionless forever.
Walking around the dead body, Ye Ya observes her handiwork with the satisfaction of a victorious sculptor. She flips the body, ready to strip it. “Hey! You’re both women...” exclaims Abang in shock. Ye Ya, unbuttoning the uniform, retorts, “Stop freaking out. What do you expect me to wear out if not her clothes?”
She efficiently strips off Deng’s uniform, stained with sweat and a bit of urine. It’s simple and easy for her since she knows how to handle women’s clothes. She rapidly works, leaving the corpse in only its underwear and stockings. Even the engagement ring is thrown away, disappearing down a drain. In no time, Deng, once neatly dressed, is now stripped bare, revealing her toned, tanned body in a humiliating pose at Ye Ya's feet.
But that's not enough for Ye Ya. Picking up a belt, she whips Deng’s corpse from head to toe, reddening the flesh until it almost breaks open. It’s not until Abang stops her that she reluctantly quits, but not without landing a final kick to the corpse’s head.
“You’re going too far. She’s already dead and you’re still beating her,” says Abang, showing some sympathy for the deceased woman.
“Well, she wasn't beating you just now, was she?” Ye Ya retorts indifferently. She'd never admit that her jealousy can't stand a woman who's better than her in every aspect, making her feel non-existent. After taking her revenge, she gestures for Abang to turn around as she changes into Deng’s clothes. Of course, she only took the shirt and pants. She refused to touch the urine-soiled underwear and pantyhose. She used Deng Lingwen’s hairpins to pin up her own hair, then placed the peaked cap on her head. She now looked almost identical to Deng Lingwen. Abang gathered the standard-issue high heels that had scattered on the floor. Ye Ya slipped her foot into one and smiled. “Perfect fit. Haha, they’re mine now. This bitch did good work on logistics.”
There isn't much in Deng’s pockets, just an ID and a wallet with some cash and a photo booth picture of her and her fiancé, which Ye Ya confiscates.
Once she's changed, Ye Ya and Abang lift Deng’s heavy corpse. With some effort, they manage to stuff it into a locker, throwing in the urine-soaked underwear, bras, and stockings before shutting the door.
“Now I’m Deng Lingwen,” says Ye Ya quietly, patting the ID in her pocket. “Follow my lead and be careful not to slip up.”
“Okay, I’ll follow your lead,” agrees Abang, also changing into some clothes from the locker.
Chapter Five
Ye Ya opens the changing room door, striding towards the stairwell with Abang in tow. As expected, the nurses by the elevator stand up when they hear movement but sit back down when they see ‘Deng Lingwen’. Ye Ya signals Abang not to panic and addresses the nurses authoritatively, “Good, stay alert. On General Feng's orders, we’re secretly moving a patient tonight. If anyone asks, keep it under wraps. Got it?” The nurses nod in understanding.
Choosing safety, they avoid the elevator and race down the stairs from the fourth floor to the lobby. The entrance is guarded by a bunch of heavily armed soldiers patrolling, akin to the movie portrayal of the Nazi SS. Ye Ya casually approaches, showing the hawk-nosed guard Deng’s ID. Despite 'Deng’s' rank, the guard scrutinizes the ID, comparing Ye Ya’s face with the photo repeatedly. Luckily, their resemblance fools him, though he inquires, “Where are you taking him, Officer Deng?”
“On General Lin's verbal orders, we're secretly moving this patient. Destination is confidential,” Ye Ya snappily replies.
Still suspicious, the guard allows them to pass after some contemplation, relieving Abang. Just as Ye Ya plans to swipe an ambulance for their escape, they hear the roar of engines. A line of military vehicles, headlights glaring, pull up arrogantly blocking the hospital exit. Abang peeks out and is shocked to see Lin Murong step out of a jeep. Her tight skirted uniform, shiny long boots, and her stern, unforgettable face make him gulp. Ye Ya whispers to him, “This is bad. She’ll expose our lies. We need to leave, now. Let’s climb over the hospital wall.”
Under the cover of darkness, they scale the wall, entering a birch forest. As Abang suspected, the hospital is at the city’s edge. Ye Ya observes the North Star and leads him towards the city. “Aren’t we heading into enemy territory?” asks a puzzled Abang.
“We can’t escape the city on foot; we need a vehicle. Based on my experience, there's about an hour before stations receive lockdown notices after an escape. We must catch a train out, preferably one not local. By the way, where’s the USB drive?”
Ye Ya’s question alarms Abang, who frantically searches his pockets, “Damn it, I must've dropped it when Deng hit me. It's gone!” After a thorough search, the USB drive is indeed missing. Ye Ya, fuming, pushes him to the ground and scolds, “Can't you be more careful? The T89 formula and the drive were both with you, and now they might be in Ding Chunqiu’s hands! This can lead to a disaster!”
“What... what will happen then?” stammers Abang.
Ye Ya takes a deep breath, striving to calm herself down. "If things go as planned, with the military-industrial capability of Wu You City, T89 can be synthesized in half a month. You may not understand its power. According to Academician Zhao Xuefen’s estimates, T89 has the same impact radius as a nuclear weapon of equivalent size, with a 100% fatality rate and leaves no trace. Just think, once Ding Chunqiu gets his hands on this power that can covertly destroy anything, no one can stop his ambitions. And it seems all this is about to happen."
"Oh no! I can't believe…" Abang slaps himself, "I should go back and find it!"
Ye Ya massages her temples, calming down. Seeing Abang's pitiful, self-blaming look on the ground, she loses the heart to yell. Helping him up, brushing the dirt off him, she says, “No more needless sacrifices. What’s done is done. You were never involved, Abang. Just go back to your normal life. I failed my mission and need to report back to Beijing. We can't decide the next steps.”
She drags a still-dazed Abang up, and they continue running through the birch forest. They run for a while under the dim night sky with no people around until they notice more buildings and wider roads, guessing they have entered the city. The city is silent, hardly anyone on the streets, run-down houses, no open stores after walking for a long time, even most street lights are off. The eerie silence is occasionally broken by dogs barking from alleyways, the only sounds in this ghost town. The atmosphere is oppressive and strange. Giant portraits and slogans of Ding Chunqiu are everywhere, signaling whose territory this is.
Avoiding main roads, they take inconspicuous alleyways. The station is getting closer; they can even see the clock on the tower across the road at the station square. But just as they attempt to cross the road, sirens blare from the left, and military vehicles approach. Ye Ya quickly pulls Abang back into an alley. Four military vehicles loaded with soldiers stop on the road outside the station square. Soldiers jump off, shouting and spreading out, ready to impose martial law, their boots making a racket. Ye Ya whispers to Abang, “This is bad. They're going to lock down the station.”
“What do we do???” Abang looks at Ye Ya, who seems at a loss as well. After a moment of eye contact, Ye Ya stuffs the cash taken from Deng Lingwen into Abang’s hands. “Forget about me, just get yourself back home to Hangzhou. Be careful. Hope to see you again.” Before Abang can comprehend her words, Ye Ya suddenly hugs him, then leaps out of hiding, firing her gun towards the soldiers who are still spreading out!
Bang! The gunshot rings out like a sharp brake, halting the soldiers. Ye Ya yells, “I’m here!” followed by three more shots, then she turns and runs. By the time the soldiers get ready to pursue, she’s vanished into the deserted streets. The soldiers who were supposed to enter the station split into two groups. One group drives off with sirens blaring again, and the other chases after Ye Ya. Abang understands now. This girl he initially disliked took a risk for him at a critical moment. He’s touched but worried about her safety, wondering how she’ll escape from Wu You City after exposing herself.
After the soldiers leave to pursue Ye Ya, Abang crosses the road towards the station square. The square is both grand and spacious with abundant lights, contrasting sharply with the desolate city. Still, there are very few travelers. Abang walks across the square, and the clock strikes ten. He notices it's almost his birthday, November 1st. He thinks of his mother who sends him a sweater and a card every year. Who would have thought he’d be stranded in a dangerous city this year, miles away from home? His eyes well up. The world is vast, but perhaps home is the only shelter he can seek now. Besides, he has Zhu Liying back there, the girlfriend he’s been longing for. Thinking of her, he can’t suppress his desire to return home anymore.
Covering his face with his collar, he approaches the ticket counter, turning his face aside and says, “One ticket to Hangzhou.” The female ticket seller indifferently takes the money, types away, mechanically handing him a ticket.
Abang grabs the ticket, swiftly moving through the waiting area to the check-in. The K888 train from Wuyou East to Hangzhou is about to leave. He's almost the last passenger boarding. Handing his ticket to the check-in lady, who eyes him suspiciously as if he handed over drugs instead of a ticket, Abang feels nervous. He's ready to bolt at any second, but she clips the ticket and dismissively waves him through.
Relieved, he realizes Ye Ya was right; the station lockdown notice hasn’t arrived here yet. Taking his ticket, he races to the platform, boarding just as the doors are closing. It’s a transit train, so no sleeping berths are available. He finds his ticket is for a hard seat for the nearly 2000 km journey to Hangzhou. Sitting down with no luggage to deal with, he crosses his arms and closes his eyes to rest.
Chapter Six
After Abang boards the last train to Hangzhou, in Wuyou City's highest command, Ding Chunqiu sits confidently behind his desk, surrounded by city officials waiting for instructions. Only Lin Murong, the senior staff officer, has the privilege to sit beside the desk. Wearing a light green military blouse and a tight A-line skirt, her voluptuous hips and strong thighs are accentuated. With glossy, high-heeled boots on her legs, she glances at the subordinates.
Ding Chunqiu shifts his bulky body on the chair, asking, “Have Ye Ya and that Abang been caught?” Silence fills the room as no one dares to speak. Lin Murong coughs lightly, breaking the silence, standing up to place some reports on his desk, speaking softly, “Commander Ding, I have something to report. According to our military-industrial experts in Wuyou City, the T89 blueprint we obtained from Abang's girlfriend is just a formula for ordinary chemical weapons.”
“What?!” Ding Chunqiu jumps up, his shiny bald head intimidating the officials into stepping back.
“That means, the T89 we have is fake. The real one is likely still with that kid; we’ve been played,” Lin continues.
Ding Chunqiu’s face changes, gnashing his teeth, he grumbles, “This little shit, daring to mess with me, play tricks on me!”
“But there's some good news,” Lin Murong smiles slightly, placing a USB drive, which contains anti-gravity technology, on the desk. “We found this in the hospital during a search. All the technology is here. We stumbled upon it quite easily.”
Ding Chunqiu grabs the USB, scratching his bald head, “Damn, the kid left something this important in the hospital. Lin, I can’t figure out if this kid is genuinely stupid or pretending.”
Lin Murong laughs, “I know him well. He’s just a scatter-brained, lascivious student, who sometimes has clever ideas. But he’s an amateur, not a big threat. If he still has the T89, we'll eventually get it. The real concern is Ye Ya, she’s skilled and sensitive. If she escapes to Beijing and exposes us, we’ll be in a tight spot.”
“But they’ve both escaped, and these idiots can’t find any clues. What do we do now?”
Lin Murong calmly exhales a ring of smoke, tapping off the ash with her finger. Speaking softly, she suggests, “We need to act first. Issue a top-level wanted notice under Wuyou City’s name, offering a substantial reward for the fugitives nationwide. As for the charge, let's say theft of the state secret T89. As long as they’re in mainland China, there's nowhere they can hide, and many will help us with a reward in play. Plus, if Ye Ya does escape to Beijing, no one will take the word of a wanted criminal seriously against us. What do you think, Commander Ding?”
“Great, striking first, killing two birds with one stone!” Ding Chunqiu stretches happily, turning to the officials, ordering, “Hear me clearly! Issue the wanted notice immediately. Hunt down Ye Ya and Abang everywhere, even if they escape to a restroom, drown them in the toilet!” He even makes a beheading gesture with his hand.
Lin Murong glances disdainfully at the officials, turning her head back to Ding Chunqiu, confidently volunteering, “Commander Ding, for these old acquaintances, let me take charge again.”
Ding Chunqiu lecherously eyes Lin Murong. He’s clear in his mind. Keeping a smart and stunning woman like her around is delightful, but recovering the T89 is crucial for his grand plan. He can’t trust the incompetent fools around him, and Lin Murong is the only one competent and reliable. After contemplating for a moment, he nods, instructing, “You have full authority to mobilize resources within Wuyou City. At any cost, retrieve the T89.”
“For the pursuit team, quality matters over quantity. I already have an ideal candidate in mind, someone smarter than me. It depends if this homebody is willing to leave her laboratory.”
“Oh? Someone who even Lin thinks highly of?”
Lin Murong smiles proudly, “Commander Ding, did you forget I have a younger sister?”
Fan art:
Sadly, there isn't much. Deng Lingwen is a much bigger character in the original version of Captain China, with a more interesting death, but there's not much art of that either. [R-18G]（众筹项目前瞻）临时特工阿邦之病院突围。 [R-18G]预告
So, as Abang hops on the train heading east and is about to doze off in a daze, he’s suddenly awakened by the robust voice of a middle-aged man next to him, “Hey, boy, you headed to Hangzhou too?”
Startled, Abang opens his eyes to find a sturdy middle-aged man sitting beside him, dressed sharply in a grey suit, dark tie, neatly combed hair, and oddly wearing sunglasses inside the train. He also holds a white cane. This was the man who spoke.
“Um,” Abang replies noncommittally. It's best to keep to oneself when away from home.
“You seem in a hurry, boy,” the middle-aged man continues, undeterred by Abang’s cold response.
“How’d you know I’m in a hurry?” asks Abang, slightly suspicious and on guard, fearing he might have run into some con artist.
The man turns his head, smiles at him and says, “It’s a long way to Hangzhou, yet I didn’t hear you settle any luggage. Must’ve been a last-minute trip, huh?”
“‘Didn’t hear’?”
“Ha, I can’t see, so I rely on hearing,” the man laughs, pointing to his sunglasses and showing his cane.
“Oh, I see. My apologies.” Realizing the man is blind, Abang lets his guard down. “Had some family emergency. Left in a rush without packing.”
“Ha, well, it’s fate that we meet, and nice to have company for the long trip. It’ll be less lonely.” Despite being blind, the man speaks with the hearty and straightforward manner typical of northerners. However, exhausted from recent battles and travels, Abang is not in the mood for chit-chat. After exchanging a few words, sleep overtakes him, and he dozes off leaning against the seat.
When he wakes up in the morning, the train has already left Wuyou and is approaching Yichang in Hubei. Looking out, he sees a barren, winter landscape with distant Qinling Mountains stretching endlessly, like a dusty dragon lying across the troubled land, enveloped in thick mist, bearing millennia of sorrow. To the right, he can vaguely see the mighty Yangtze River, a turbulent yellow dragon, racing eastward. “The Yangtze runs long, and the Yellow River never stops,” he mutters. At this speed, he’ll be in Hangzhou in a day.
“But the lands remain the same, only the people and things have changed; all that’s left is the ancient moon casting light upon present dust.” Who knew, the blind man next to him would murmur the next line as if talking to himself. Abang laughs deeply, thinking this guy is something else. They chat aimlessly, and through their conversation, Abang learns that the blind man used to be a small official from Shandong. He quit his job due to the dirty practices in the bureaucratic field and now lives a free-spirited life, though he never reveals his name or why he's going to Hangzhou.
After the train passes through Yichang, it continues eastward. Following a lunch that resembles dog food, the train arrives at Wuhan, the capital of Hubei Province. People usually flock in and out at big stations like this. A big, burly man, ready to get off, hastily grabs his two large bags and heads towards the door, only to collide with a skinny old man boarding the train. Everyone in the carriage watches closely, secretly worrying for the old man. Surprisingly, upon collision, the old man stands firm while the burly one bounces back, almost falling over. Abang is confused; considering the burly man’s size and luggage, he’s easily over 200 pounds. How could he be knocked back so easily by a frail-looking old man?
The old man, with lightning speed, supports the burly fellow with one hand and pats him on the shoulder, laughing heartily, “Boy, no need to rush! You have to eat your food bite by bite, and walk step by step.”
“Sorry, sorry,” the burly man keeps apologizing, seeing the old man unharmed.
The old man boards the train and looks around the carriage, his gaze landing on the blind man. After a slight smile, he walks over to Abang and the blind man. The seemingly frail man walks with an unexpected vigor and sits down in front of the pair. Only then does Abang take a closer look at the old man. He appears to be in his sixties, wearing a traditional northern long gown, with a goatee and prominent veins on his forehead, and unusually large, calloused fists – signs of a martial artist.
The old man takes out two small iron balls and starts rotating them leisurely in his hand, casually remarking to no one in particular, “The weather is so nice; I wonder if it's also sunny in Hangzhou.” Abang looks out and sees a gloomy sky, finding the comment baffling. The blind man, however, chuckles understandingly upon hearing this.
As the train departs from Wuhan, passes through Jiujiang, crosses the Yangtze River, and enters the Jiangnan region, the snowy landscapes fade away, and greenery starts to appear, making Abang feel more at home. He excitedly peers out of the window at the undulating hills and small, scattered mountains, dotted with vibrant pine and cypress trees, bringing life to the winter scenery.
On the second day at noon, when the train reaches Nanjing, a boy and woman board the train. The man, dressed in black, is lean and rugged-looking, while the woman, dressed in white, is strikingly beautiful and spirited. They walk towards where the blind man is sitting, and just as the train jolts forward, a huge parcel falls from the luggage rack, heading straight for the woman's head. Other passengers gasp, but as the parcel touches the woman, she moves fluidly, slipping away like a snake, while the man catches the heavy parcel with just one finger and effortlessly puts it back. This display leaves Abang dumbfounded. The couple then sit behind Abang and the blind man, and the man in black casually asks, “I wonder if it’s sunny in Hangzhou too.”
Finally, the blind man spoke up, "Even if it's all gloomy now, after the storm, there'll be some blue sky.” With that, the old man in front and the couple in black and white all broke into smiles.
Suddenly, the train’s hanging TV screen lit up, flashing two messages: “Wanted Class-A, Name: Abang, Male, from Hangzhou, unemployed, long-term employee of a foreign reactionary organization, suspected of intentional homicide and theft of state secrets, recently escaped from Wuyou City. Reward: 5 million. Name: Ye Ya, Female, from Suzhou, active military personnel, suspected of the same crimes, also recently escaped from Wuyou City. Reward: 5 million.” Pictures of the two, made to look particularly hideous and suspicious, were also displayed.
Abang cursed under his breath and quickly ducked his head into his collar, pretending to be asleep. The old man in front squinted at the pictures, then turned to look at Abang, giving him a smile that sent chills down his spine. The blind man beside him tapped lightly on Abang’s thigh without changing his expression, which confused Abang. “These four are so mysterious; they probably know who I really am. These days, people would do anything for 5 million, let alone 50,000. I need to be careful until I get to Hangzhou.”
Nanjing isn't far from Hangzhou, and by around 4 PM, the train arrived at its final destination. It had been a nerve-wracking few hours for Abang. As soon as the train stopped, he jumped up and left without saying goodbye. He heard the blind man call after him, “Take care, boy.” Not wanting to engage with these mysterious folks, Abang mumbled a reply and hurried off towards the exit.
At the exit, station staff meticulously checked each passenger's ticket. Two policewomen stood guard, scanning the faces of departing passengers with hawk-like eyes, ready to interrogate anyone who seemed suspicious. These were members of Hangzhou’s famous special-duty squad, selected from top graduates of the police academy, averaging 25 years old. Their sharp uniforms and confident demeanor made them a sight to behold.
Although Abang wasn’t born here, he had grown up here and could be considered a local. Naturally, he had heard of this special security squadron’s reputation. He tactfully pulled his collar high to cover his cheeks as much as possible and kept rubbing his nose, pretending to have a cold to hide his face. He managed to slip past the ticket gate without incident. Just as he exited the station, someone suddenly tapped him on the soulder. “Abang!”
Chapter Two
The sudden call nearly made Abang drop to his knees. Without turning around, he replied, “You’ve got the wrong person.”
“How could that be!” The person refused to let go and grabbed Abang by the shoulder, turning him around. “Take a look at who I am.”
Abang could no longer hide. He had no choice but to raise his hand to cover half his face with his nose while anxiously lifting his head. The moment he raised it, the saying “a guilty conscience needs no accuser” came true. The first thing he saw was the standard soft-brimmed cap on the person’s head. His legs instantly went weak. Under the cap, the forehead was clean with not a single stray hair. A head of slightly curly long hair was neatly tied back into a soft, elegant bun. The delicate oval face looked full and smooth, as if covered in a layer of rich cream. She looked about the same age as him, yet already carried the mature charm of a married woman. However, her eyes carried an invisible pressure, giving her a somewhat stern air. Abang felt she looked somewhat familiar, but couldn’t immediately recall who she was.
The uniformed beauty adjusted her peaked cap and pretended to complain, “I’m Lin Jing! You really have a bad memory, old classmate!”
“Ah? You’re Lin Jing?!” Abang couldn’t help but look her up and down. She wore a gray long-sleeved shirt, a black standard-issue skirt that reached just above the knees, and a belt around her waist that naturally accentuated her chest and hips. It couldn’t hide the fit, voluptuous curves of her mature body beneath the uniform. Her calves in flesh-colored stockings were encased in a pair of glossy, high-quality leather knee-high boots, giving her a dashing yet dignified and imposing presence. The insignia on her shoulder indicated a fairly high rank. Abang stared for a while before slapping his forehead. “Oh right! This beautiful woman is my junior high class monitor, Lin Jing! I haven’t seen her in almost ten years, and today she’s in full uniform, so it’s no wonder I didn’t recognize her at first.”
Since he had already been recognized, there was no point in continuing the act. Abang forced himself to stay calm and said slickly, “Haha~~ It’s you! Hehehe~~~ Come on, turn around first.” As he spoke, he made a little gesture like he was going to unhook a bra strap.
“Ah?” The moment Abang made that move, Lin Jing jumped as if her nerves had been struck. Her hands instinctively moved behind her back to protect herself. Her face flushed red and she pouted, humming, “Idiot~ You still want to un-un-unhook mine like before…?”
“Hey, you’re a police officer now. How would I dare? It’s just that your image has changed so much. I’m not used to it yet~ So you became a cop?” Abang grinned mischievously while giving the police flower in front of him another blatant once-over.
Seeing Abang staring, Lin Jing cooperated by straightening her uniform and bringing her boots together on the ground, as if trying to capture his attention. She looked up and replied, “I graduated from the police academy three years ago and joined the special-duty squad. How do I look?” she responded.
“Unbelievable, unbelievable. The girl who I used to pick on every day back then is now a defender of the people, catching criminals and keeping the peace. It’s been almost ten years since we graduated from middle school, everyone's changed a lot,” Abang remarked nostalgically.
“Yep! You’ve changed a lot too. So, what are you doing now?” Lin Jing inquired casually, glancing around sneakily while Abang wasn’t paying attention.
“Impressive, really impressive. The little girl I used to bully every day back then is now a guardian of the people who fights evil and protects the good~~ It’s been almost ten years since junior high graduation. Everyone’s already in their own positions. Looks like a lot has changed.” Abang sighed with genuine emotion.
“Yeah! You’ve changed a lot too… So, what are you doing now?” Lin Jing lowered her head as she spoke, her eyes quickly scanning the surroundings while Abang wasn’t looking.
Abang froze. He really couldn’t say what his current situation was. He had no job, his master’s degree was probably ruined, he was carrying an A-level wanted notice, and he looked like neither a human nor a ghost — he couldn’t even stand in the sunlight.
Wanted notice? That’s right. Abang suddenly realized how absurd it was for a fugitive to be standing in public chatting with a female police officer. He quickly clasped his hands together and said apologetically, “Uh, Xiao Lin, I’m really sorry. I have something urgent and need to leave right away. Let’s catch up properly another day, okay?” But he didn’t notice that there were no other passengers walking around them anymore. They had all formed a distant circle, holding their breath and watching him with strange expressions, as if waiting for a big show to begin.
Lin Jing didn’t reply. Instead, she suddenly took a step back. Just as Abang was wondering what was going on, he heard the rapid sound of leather boots hitting the ground behind him. His arms were skillfully grabbed from behind, and then a kick landed on the back of each knee. His legs instantly buckled, and he was quickly forced down to the ground. The crowd that had been holding their breath finally burst into cheers.
“Let me go! Let me go! You bastards!” Abang struggled desperately on the ground, but the two female officers had his elbows locked tightly behind his back. The more he moved, the more it hurt.
Seeing that Abang had been subdued, Lin Jing’s originally relaxed and friendly expression instantly turned cold and stern. She shouted harshly, “You wanted criminal, you still dare to resist arrest! Behave yourself!” She then strode forward, pulled out a pair of shiny handcuffs from her waist, and with a loud click, personally cuffed Abang without mercy.
Abang shouted angrily, “Lin Jing! What the hell is this?! You actually pulled a dirty trick on a classmate!”
“Shut up! Not showing favoritism is the only way to live up to this uniform!” Lin Jing replied with a serious face, as if she had become a completely different person. She grabbed Abang by the hair and yanked his head up, then righteously shouted to the watching crowd, “Fellow passengers, take a good look! This man’s name is Abang. He’s a wanted fugitive who fled to our city. We caught him red-handed! This criminal even tried to play the old classmate card and begged me to let him go. Fellow passengers, can we let him go?”
The watching crowd saw the skilled and courageous female special police team capture the wanted criminal on the spot and burst into applause and cheers. “We absolutely cannot let this scum go~~” “Great catch~~” “Send him straight to the station!” “Beat this dog to death~” “The police flower is mighty~” Lin Jing swept her gaze across the crowd with satisfaction. She brought her knee-high boots together in a perfect stand-at-attention, raised her white-gloved right hand, and gave the crowd a standard salute with a smile. Under the winter sunset, her flower-like face and the police badge on her chest shone together, giving her the air of a righteous beauty and drawing quite a few admiring glances. Abang had only thought she was an ordinary female officer earlier. He didn’t know that through repeatedly bringing criminals to justice and receiving cheers like this, she had become the captain of this female special police squadron at just twenty-seven and was known far and wide as the most beautiful flower in the police force.
“Move!” Two female officers stepped forward and grabbed Abang’s shoulders with authority. They dragged him up from the ground and pushed and shoved him toward the police car.
“Don’t touch me! I can walk by myself!”
“Still not behaving!” The two female officers scolded loudly.
Seeing that the criminal still dared to act arrogant, the crowd erupted again. A few troublemaking youths picked up pebbles from somewhere and threw them. A small child even ran up to Abang and spat a mouthful of saliva in his face. “Damn it, how does a little kid have so much saliva~~” Abang cursed inwardly, but he didn’t dare act tough again. One wrong move and they might beat him to death on the spot.
Seeing that Abang had backed down, Lin Jing raised both hands to calm the crowd and said, “The people’s police serve the people. Public security depends on everyone. Thank you all for supporting our police work. We will handle this wanted criminal fairly and give the public a satisfactory answer~~”
The watching crowd burst into applause. A young man who had just arrived from out of town quietly asked, “Hey, who is that police beauty?” “You don’t know? That’s Lin Jing, Hangzhou’s number one police flower! She’s quite famous!” “Exactly. Her jurisdiction has a 100% case clearance rate. There’s no case she can’t solve. Just at this station alone, she’s caught countless criminals~” “Tsk tsk, Captain Lin isn’t just full of a sense of justice — she’s also beautiful. Truly rare~~”
Parked outside the station were two police vans. Abang was loaded into the second one. Lin Jing and three other female officers followed. She would personally escort Abang to the police station for interrogation. The driver and front passenger seats were already occupied by two female officers, making six in total in the second vehicle. The first vehicle also had six female officers and was responsible for leading the way. It seemed the entire female special police squadron had been deployed today.
With the sound of the police sirens blaring, the police cars drove away from the station amid the crowd’s cheers, heading south.
Inside the rear compartment, Abang sat facing the others in two rows. Beside him were three honest-looking migrant workers who were trembling with their heads down. Lin Jing sat directly opposite him. Because she was wearing a skirt, she naturally crossed her legs to avoid flashing anyone. The toe of her knee-high boot occasionally kicked Abang’s calf as the vehicle bounced. Abang glanced at his old classmate and asked with some hope, “Xiao Lin, listen to me. We were classmates after all. Once I go in, I’ll never get out. Just treat me like a fart and let me go. I’m innocent…”
Lin Jing suddenly burst out laughing and waved her hand to cut him off. “What are you thinking? To tell you the truth, catching an A-level wanted criminal is a first-class merit, plus a five-million-yuan reward. Only an idiot would let you go. As for whether you’re innocent or not, that’s not my concern. I’m not interested in hearing your stories either.”
At that moment, the female officer sitting beside her asked for instructions. “What should we do with these three country bumpkins?”
Lin Jing adjusted her police skirt and glanced sideways at the three migrant workers as if looking at stray dogs. She frowned and said, “Wasn’t there still an unsolved robbery and fraud case from last month? These three look shifty and suspicious. At first glance, you can tell they’re not good people. I think we should pin those two cases on them when we get back.”
The three migrant workers were honest farmers. They had simply been stopped on the street by the female officers for not carrying ID. They thought they would just give a statement and be released. They never expected to be turned into criminals. Their faces turned green with fear. They crawled to Lin Jing’s feet, hugging her knee-high boots and wailing loudly. “We’re innocent! We’re innocent~~” “Female leader, please have mercy~~ We still have children at home~~” “We’ve never done anything that harms heaven and earth~~”
“FUCK! You want to die?!” Lin Jing jumped as if electrocuted when she saw their dirty hands on her shiny knee-high boots. She kicked wildly, her thick leather boots raining down on their heads, beating the three migrant workers until their heads were bleeding. With one hand on her hip and the other pointing angrily at them, she scolded, “It’s just a few years in prison. You get shelter and food inside. What’s so bad about that, huh? If you’re still not behaving, we’ll add a note about poor attitude in admitting guilt and give you a heavier sentence!”
The honest migrant workers knew from her tone that things wouldn’t end well for them. They swallowed their complaints (and knocked out tooth) and didn’t dare say another word.
Lin Jing looked at the fingerprints all over her knee-high boots, her anger still boiling. She ordered loudly, “Cuff these subjects. They’re not allowed to sit. Make them all kneel!” After speaking, she plopped back into her seat and took out a tissue to carefully wipe her knee-high boots.
“Hehe~ Captain Lin is truly an elite of the police force, solving every case that comes her way,” Abang said sarcastically. “I wonder how many innocent people you’ve framed with these kinds of methods to get where you are today.”
Lin Jing snorted with a laugh and continued wiping her knee-high boots without looking up. “Without them, how would I get promoted? These people are dazed and muddled their whole lives anyway. Might as well let them accomplish something by helping me.”
“You wear the uniform of public service but do these unconscionable things, while pretending to be righteous police flowers on the outside. You really don’t know the meaning of the word ‘shameless.’ I think ‘evil flowers of the police’ suits you better. I wish I could wipe all of you out!”
“What? Wipe us out? Hehehe~~” Lin Jing and the other female officers burst into laughter. “Don’t forget — you’re the thief and we’re the police. What can you do to us? A prisoner in handcuffs still talking big — you really don’t know your limits. Just for that sentence, it looks like we can add another aggravating charge of attempting to assault the police.”
“Those who do many unjust deeds will bring about their own destruction, Lin Jing. You’ll get your retribution!”
“Retribution?” Lin Jing checked her now-clean knee-high boot and said in a drawn-out tone, “Mm~~~ I suppose… there will be… but it’ll probably take a few decades~”
“Ptooey!” Watching Lin Jing reveal her true nature with such brazen arrogance, Abang finally couldn’t hold back his anger. He spat at her. The spit landed perfectly on the police badge on her chest.
Seeing the saliva on her chest, Lin Jing felt nauseous. She stood up with a whoosh and slapped Abang twice across the face. With a cold, stern expression, she snapped, “We only studied in the same classroom for a few years. Who the hell do you think you are?! Once we’re inside, I’ll make sure the Australian interrogation expert peels a layer of skin off you!”
Lin Jing was about to raise her hand again when her bag rang with a melodious phone ringtone. While wiping her chest with a wet wipe, she picked up the phone. When she saw the caller ID, her eyes lit up and her angry expression instantly disappeared. She quickly answered.
“Hello, darling…” Lin Jing’s tone completely changed. She spoke gently and softly. “Mm… mm… okay…”
She looked at the ring on her ring finger and continued in a soft, sweet voice, like a little bird depending on its husband. “Mm, I’m still at work… Mm, I’ll make you sweet and sour fish when I get home tonight…”
Abang watched as Lin Jing switched between playing the intimate classmate, the goddess of justice, the venomous evil flower, and now the gentle virtuous wife. He shook his head with a bitter smile and said, “How many faces does that face of yours actually have?”
Lin Jing covered the receiver, stomped hard on Abang’s foot with her boot, then continued speaking sweetly into the phone. “No, there are too many people here… Then you say it first… Mm mm, I’ll kiss you too… Hey wait, I want to hear the baby’s voice.”
The person on the other end probably passed the phone. Lin Jing’s face filled with maternal love as she spoke in a childish voice. “Has my little baby been good today? … What did you have for lunch? … Wow!”
Lin Jing happily closed the phone, her face still glowing with happiness. She thought for a moment, then reopened it and looked at the parent-child photo on the screen with a sweet expression. “In five more days, the little baby will be four years old.”
“Hmph, you have a happy family, but you don’t know how many families you’ve torn apart and how many have been dragged into disasters for no reason.”
“That’s other people’s families. What does it have to do with me?” Lin Jing lifted Abang’s chin with her left hand and made a gun shape with her right hand, pressing it against his forehead. “Abang, Abang, you’re about to eat peanuts (get executed). You should worry about yourself first.”
After speaking, Lin Jing leaned back in her seat, switched her crossed legs, and shook her knee-high boot smugly. “Hey, Abang. We were deskmates back then. How come after ten years, I’ve become a respected elite with a happy family, while you’ve become a wanted criminal that everyone spits on, looking as pathetic as a dog? Hehehe.”
Abang turned his head, not wanting to watch her performance. But deep down, wasn’t he thinking the exact same thing?
Under the lead of the front vehicle, the car escorting Abang left the city center. After a few turns, they were already on the mountain roads in the suburbs. The road became increasingly bumpy. Suddenly, the car braked hard. Everyone inside was thrown forward. Lin Jing was startled and scolded, “What’s wrong with the driving?”
The female officer in the driver’s seat was also stepping on the brake in confusion. “I don’t know. The sisters in the car ahead braked suddenly first…”
Before she could finish, there was a loud boom. The car in front had inexplicably flipped over into the roadside ditch.
Chapter Three
(Several minutes earlier)
Inside the front car, the female officers were chattering away about their personal matters while driving. “My boyfriend said this is my zodiac year, so he bought me a pair of red panties, haha.” “My boyfriend is even more perverted. Every time we have sex, he makes me wear my uniform.” “These men are so lustful. Every time we’re on duty, those laborers stare straight at my legs. It’s disgusting.” “Hey, you all have boyfriends already. I have to go on another blind date tonight. I hate it.”
Just as the female officers were chatting enthusiastically, a white figure suddenly flashed past in front of the police car. A woman in white had appeared like a ghost less than ten meters ahead. The driver in the front car slammed on the brakes. The wheels screeched loudly on the ground, almost smoking. Just as they were about to hit the woman in white, a long whistle came from the grass by the roadside. An old man in gray clothes leaped out. He swung his meaty fists in a wide arc and punched the side of the vehicle. He actually managed to knock the several-ton modified car off course, causing it to flip over into the roadside ditch.
Seeing the car in front in trouble, the rear car quickly braked to a stop. Lin Jing spotted the old man and the woman in white and immediately realized someone was trying to hijack the vehicle. She pulled out the M9 pistol from her duty belt and calmly ordered, “There’s a situation ahead. I’ll stay and watch them. Everyone else, get out and prepare for combat!”
At their captain’s command, the five female officers in the rear car jumped out in a well-trained manner. Five M9 pistols were simultaneously aimed at the woman in white and the old man. They shouted, “Hands on your heads!”
Abang felt a “thud” on his head — someone had already jumped onto the roof of the car. He heard the blind man shout loudly, “You evil dogs still dare to act fierce! Watch my ‘No Dogs Under Heaven’!” The female officers looked up at the sound. The blind man on the roof flashed into motion. The white cane in his hand turned into a flurry of stick shadows. The female officers only saw a rain of sticks before their eyes. With five loud “pa pa pa pa pa” sounds and screams of pain, all five pistols were knocked to the ground. Before the blind man’s move was finished, he shouted “Staff Strike to the Dog’s Head!” The cane swept along the ground in a circle and came crashing down toward Officer Liao Qian’s head with the force of Mount Tai. Liao Qian, who had just received her red panties, was still rubbing her wrist and hadn’t had time to react. Her skull was smashed to pieces. With a groan, her eyes rolled back and her body collapsed like soft mud. She fell into a heap on the ground. Her stocking-covered legs in knee-high boots twitched a few times before she met the King of Hell. It seemed the red panties hadn’t brought her good luck — she was the first to die.
The remaining four female officers — Chen Xueqing and He Jie attacked from front and back, while Ye Dan and Liu Mengyuan attacked from the left and right — surrounded the blind man on all four sides. The blind man’s ears twitched. He judged Chen Xueqing’s position coming from the front and used the move “Sweep the Dog to the Sky.” He shouted “Up!” The cane extended from between Chen Xueqing’s legs and lifted her uniform skirt. It struck her crotch with a muffled “bo” sound. Then he lifted again, sending Chen Xueqing flying onto her back. She fell to the ground, clutching her clitoris and wailing. Just as the blind man was about to continue with his cane, his neck was locked in a chokehold from behind by He Jie. Ye Dan and Liu Mengyuan stood on either side and shouted as they each kicked out, sweeping toward the blind man’s face. The blind man heard the sound of the kicks and pulled his cane back to protect himself. The hardwood cane collided with the female officers’ leather boots with a “bang,” forcing the blind man and He Jie on his back to retreat several steps. Ye Dan and Liu Mengyuan also felt a numbing sensation in their calves.
Although the blind man’s staff technique was exquisite, he couldn’t see. He relied entirely on his sharp ears to listen to the wind and identify objects. Plus, with his neck locked and attacks coming from both sides, He Jie saw an opportunity and shouted excitedly, “This stinky blind man is about to go down! Sisters, keep kicking him to death!”
Ye Dan and Liu Mengyuan exchanged a knowing glance and were about to raise their legs to sweep again when they heard a heavy stomp behind them. Two bursts of fist wind blew against their backs, sending chills down their spines. The old man in gray had already closed in. His fists struck out simultaneously, targeting the backs of the two women. Ye Dan and Liu Mengyuan instinctively turned and raised their arms to protect their chests. Although the old man’s fist technique was simple and straightforward, it was powerful, fierce, and explosive. Even a steel car could be knocked over with one blow. Under the iron fists, their delicate arms crumbled like tofu. The sandbag-sized fists slammed directly into their chests. The penetrating force instantly pierced through their bodies. The residual power even snapped open the bra hooks on their backs. Ye Dan and Liu Mengyuan felt as if their chests had been hit by a speeding car. They spat blood and flew backward like two bundles of straw. Abang watched from inside the car with his eyes wide open in shock. “This old man’s fist technique isn’t just explosively powerful — the force can reach far in all directions. It looks like the legend of him killing a cow with one punch wasn’t an exaggeration.”
Ye Dan and Liu Mengyuan were sent flying seven or eight meters before crashing heavily to the ground. Their bodies turned icy cold, their faces as white as paper, and all their meridians had been shattered by the old man’s strike. The physically weaker Liu Mengyuan spat a mouthful of dirty blood, then her legs stiffened. With her mouth twisted open, she died on the spot. Ye Dan, who still had a breath left, desperately reached behind her back, trying to fasten her bra one last time before she died. Her hands had just touched the hooks when a rush of hot blood surged into her brain. Her vision blurred, and then she knew nothing more. Blood continued to trickle from the corners of the two female corpses’ mouths, flowing down their collars and soaking their uniforms and underwear a deep red.
“Good! The old man killed two with one punch each. His might hasn’t diminished at all!” The blind man, hearing that the two female officers had stopped breathing, laughed and praised loudly.
The old man assumed a boxing stance. His beard and hair fluttered in the wind. Looking majestic and imposing, he replied in a voice like a great bell, “Hahahahaha, this old man’s fists are getting rusty. You flatter me, great hero! The girl behind you is yours to handle!”
Chen Xueqing, who had just been hit in the crotch, saw that the old man was unstoppable. She knew she was no match for him. Enduring the intense pain, she crawled toward her pistol. The old man glanced at her as she stuck her ass out and half-knelt while moving. He stroked his white beard and laughed, “Is my good granddaughter paying respects to Grandpa on his birthday?” As soon as he finished speaking, the old man stepped in a nine-palace pattern and closed in rapidly. His whole body charged toward Chen Xueqing like a steel plate. Chen Xueqing screamed in panic, “Wait—” Before she could finish, her chest was struck by the old man’s rock-hard shoulder. She nearly passed out. This “Lean Against the Mountain” technique required years of daily practice slamming into countless walls, trees, and stakes. It had long since turned his body into a solid block of steel. It was only natural that the burly northern man in the train had been knocked staggering.
Gasping for breath after the hit, Chen reached for the radio at her chest to call for backup. The old man, still laughing, hammered his fists into her chest, buttons on her shirt popping off to reveal her white bra and cleavage. With a thud, the force of his punch broke the clasp of her bra, releasing her breasts. Without hesitation, the old man delivered a kick that broke her leg, and Chen, already unconscious, slumped to one side. He grabbed her head, twisted it, and with a crack, she was dead, lying limp in his arms. ““Sigh, today this old man has become a white-haired person sending off a black-haired one.”
After speaking, the old man laid Chen Xueqing’s corpse flat on the ground. Looking at her uniform, knee-high boots, and white gloves, he shook his head and sighed, “The equipment is decent, but it’s too bad she couldn’t take a hit. That Li Siduo only does flashy but useless things.”
While the old man was dealing with Chen Xueqing, the blind man hadn’t been idle. With fewer people surrounding him, he was now moving with ease. Although He Jie was still stubbornly locking his neck, she couldn’t pin him down. The blind man took a few steps with He Jie on his back. His ears judged the position of her feet. The tip of his cane stomped down on the back of her foot. “Oh!” He Jie cried out in pain. Her hands loosened slightly. The cane immediately slipped through the gap between her arms, broke her chokehold, and forced her arms apart.
“Staff Strike to the Dog’s Legs!” The blind man leaped forward, then suddenly spun around. His cane rained down on He Jie’s feet. He Jie was wearing knee-high boots, which restricted her movement. Even though she kept jumping, the back of her foot still took several hits. She tripped and fell to the ground. Having lost the chokehold, the difference in strength was now clear. He Jie knew that continuing to fight would lead to the same fate as her comrades. The desire to survive made her ignore the intense pain in her foot. She got up and tried to run down the mountain.
he blind man heard the sound of her knee-high boots on the ground and smiled softly. He chanted, “When the dog is desperate, how do you strike? Quickly hit the dog’s ass and split the dog’s tail.” The cane turned into a green shadow and chased after He Jie. He Jie let out a miserable scream as her ass and thighs took hit after hit. She fell awkwardly onto the grass. “Ouch, that hurts so much!” He Jie rolled over on the ground, clutching her ass. Seeing the blind man approaching with his cane, she begged loudly, “Spare me… spare me! I’m still young. I don’t want to die!”
“Ridiculous! Your security company is full of deceitful, two-faced hypocrites. You frame the innocent and create countless false cases just to give new recruits ‘practice.’ And you still want to live? Delusional!” The blind man scolded angrily. He used the “Poking Technique.” The white cane struck continuously, poking and stabbing at He Jie’s vital points all over her body. He Jie was so scared she trembled. She rolled desperately across the grass several times, dodging the incoming cane. The blind man had anticipated this. The earlier barrage of pokes had been to judge her body shape. He turned the cane and stabbed toward her lower body. The cane came as fast as the wind. He Jie could no longer dodge. It slipped under her skirt, pierced her pantyhose and panties, and thrust straight into her pussy.
“Oh!” He Jie’s small mouth instantly formed a perfect O shape. She clutched her head and howled like a bitch in heat. A few strands of red blood seeped from her pussy, blooming into small red flowers on her panties and pantyhose. Her precious virgin body had been deflowered by a blind man.
The blind man listened to He Jie’s moans and frowned. “Shameless creature!” Of course he didn’t know that this was He Jie’s first time having her hymen broken. She was experiencing the greatest strange pleasure of her life. The blind man slapped the end of the cane with his palm, driving nearly half the length deep into He Jie’s body. He Jie had been enjoying the pleasure, but this sudden deep thrust brought excruciating pain. She screamed loudly. Everything in the world has its limit. Although the pussy is the source of a woman’s pleasure, it is also one of her fatal weak points. The cane had already exceeded the limit her pussy could endure. He Jie’s internal energy went into chaos, her blood flow reversed, and her whole body alternated between hot and cold. Her face turned pale then red. How could such a delicate body withstand this kind of torment? The tender flesh on her face began to twist violently. Her slender waist writhed wildly like a poisonous snake hit in its vital spot, squirming under the blind man’s cane without any regard for the modesty a young woman should have.
The blind man listened as her moans turned into screams. Grasping his cane, he began thrusting it in and out rapidly. He Jie’s body moved rhythmically with the thrusts, moaning continuously as her boots scraped the grass. But gradually, her movements and cries weakened until, with a final scream, she fell flat on the ground like a deflated balloon and died embarrassingly in that pose.
The blind man listened as He Jie’s moans turned into screams. He knew it was almost over. Gripping the cane, he began thrusting it rapidly in and out. He Jie’s body rose and fell in rhythm with the cane. She matched it with continuous “oh oh oh” moans. Her knee-high boots kept grinding against the grass. But the rising and falling gradually weakened, and her cries grew fainter. Suddenly, her upper body jerked upright. She raised her knee-high boots high and let out a desperate, long scream: “Ah!” In the end, with a gurgling sound from her throat, her body collapsed flat on the ground like a deflated balloon, kicking up a puff of dust. She died in a humiliating spread-eagle position.
The fight on the rear car’s side was lively, and the front car was equally spectacular. After the old man flipped the front car, he went to support the blind man on the rear side. The female officers Xiao He and Zou Lina in the driver’s cabin were wearing seatbelts and weren’t seriously injured. Their professional instincts made them quickly climb out through the windows. Seeing the woman in white standing not far away like a ghost, they were furious. They raised their guns, intending to shoot her on the spot. The woman in white was five or six meters away. Her figure dipped low. The bullets all flew past above her head. In the blink of an eye, she slid forward like a white snake and reached them.
Xiao He and Zou Lina turned their guns to shoot again. The woman in white’s hands turned into claw-like hooks, like a snake flicking its tongue, heading straight for the M9 pistols in their hands. She lightly pecked the numbing points on their wrists. Their wrists went numb, and the guns dropped from their hands! Before Xiao He and Zou Lina could clearly see what technique the woman in white had used, those claw-like hands had already slid up their jade arms and attacked their Shanzhong major acupoints. The two quickly pulled their hands back to protect their chests, but this was only a feint. The woman in white took a quick step forward and silently slipped between them, appearing behind Xiao He and Zou Lina in an instant. This move was truly bizarre and seemed almost inhuman.
Although Xiao He and Zou Lina were elites in their team, they were still ordinary people. They had never encountered such mysterious and profound martial arts. Before they could even turn around, the woman in white shouted from behind, “A Thousand Snakes Emerge from the Cave!” Her claw-like hands struck out at lightning speed, like thousands of spirit snakes pouring out of a cave at once, rapidly striking the major vital points on the two women’s backs — Qiangjian, Fengfu, Dazhui, Lingtai, Xuanshu, and others. Once hit, it was either death or severe injury. The two female officers could only gasp and moan as all their vital points were struck. They stood motionless. The woman in white still wore a smile. She extended one finger from each hand and lightly tapped the backs of their heads. The two corpses obediently fell forward like sandbags, their police skirts and knee-high boots revealing their tender thigh flesh as they twitched a few times before turning into two piles of dead meat.
The female officer Lu Xiao was lying inside the car. She kicked the rear door hard several times with her thick-soled knee-high boots and finally managed to force it open and crawl out. Seeing her two close comrades lying dead on the ground, she trembled as she raised her gun to shoot the woman in white. Just as her finger was about to pull the trigger, a dragon-like roar sounded in the air. A man in black descended from the sky. His limbs spread out like a flying dragon. His five iron-like fingers grabbed the gun barrel and squeezed hard. When Lu Xiao pulled the trigger, there was the sound of the trigger but no gunshot. Looking closely, the gun had been crushed into a ball of scrap metal by the man in black.
With bright eyes and cracking knuckles, the man in black extended his arm, launching a “Crushing Hold” move towards Lu Xiao's chest! Lu Xiao dodged swiftly, to the man's surprise. He hadn’t expected her to be quite skilled and nimble. He attacked again, but she evaded with her flexible body movements; she had been trained in gymnastics since childhood, making her extremely agile. But just as she was dodging, her phone rang, distracting her. That moment of distraction cost her, and the man's fingers plunged into her chest, stabbing through her breast and piercing her heart. Lu Xiao twitched and then fell limp, collapsing into the man's arms before sliding down to the ground, dead.
At this moment, the three remaining female officers in the car — You Shuangshuang, Zhang Qianying, and Huang Sili — also climbed out one after another through the kicked-open rear door. The woman in white asked with concern, “Brother Chen, do you need help?”
The man in black patted his chest and replied, “I’ve got it all covered!” As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Zhang Qianying reaching for the gun at her waist. The man in black’s left hand formed a claw shape. His moves were open and closed, sweeping fiercely toward Zhang Qianying’s waist. It was the move “Guard the Deficiency.” Her belt, holster, and uniform were torn to shreds. Five bloody scratches appeared on her tender white waist.
Zhang Qianying screamed and hurriedly covered her exposed waist. Seeing her defenses wide open, the man in black’s hands shot out like twin dragons snatching pearls, aiming for both her temples. The temples are a critical point. In a fight between experts, a touch there means instant death with no chance of rescue. Zhang Qianying, a mere female officer, was no match. With two “puff” sounds, two bloody holes appeared on both her temples. The man in black didn’t change his stance. His left elbow struck her chest, completing the move “Snatch the Pearl.” He sent Zhang Qianying and Huang Sili behind her flying far away. Zhang Qianying’s brain nerves were completely shattered by the finger force. She died on the spot. Her over-100-pound body crushed Huang Sili underneath her.
As Zhang Qianying was being killed, You Shuangshuang, who had previously complained about construction workers ogling her thighs, had drawn her gun, aiming directly at the man in black. Disliking outsiders, she didn’t bother with a warning and was about to pull the trigger with a cold smile. However, the man extended his right hand like lightning, stopping her from pulling the trigger. He had stuck his ring finger behind the trigger, grinning: “ “You have science. I have divine skills.” His index and middle fingers came together. With a “clang,” the revolver’s cylinder was flicked out of the gun by these two fingers and fell to the ground. The power of his fingers was terrifyingly strong. You Shuangshuang’s eyes nearly popped out.
The man in black shouted, “Strip off that skin!” He leaped forward. His hands moved like a storm — “Catch the Wind,” “Grab the Shadow,” “Play the Qin,” “Play the Se,” “Catch the Clouds,” “Fish for the Moon,” “Strike the Vital,” “Attack the Void.” Eight moves in succession, continuous and unending, like eight variations in one technique. They were incredibly fast. You Shuangshuang’s thighs, crotch, waist, abdomen, chest, and shoulders were instantly enveloped in a flurry of dragon-claw shadows. When the man in black retracted his claws and stopped, her uniform, stockings, bra, and panties had all been torn into rags. A gust of wind blew them away. All that remained was her jade-carved naked body standing there in knee-high boots. His finger force only tore clothing and didn’t harm her body in the slightest. His control was perfect.
Although You Shuangshuang usually followed Lin Jing and did many evil deeds, she was still a virgin. How could she endure the humiliation of being stripped naked in public? “Ah!” She hurriedly covered her breasts with both hands and squatted on the ground, at least managing to hide her most vital three points. With her skin shed, her sexy naked body was nothing more than a disgusting piece of meat in the man in black’s eyes. He felt no pity at all. His left claw reached down and grabbed her throat. You Shuangshuang recognized the power of these five fingers. She no longer cared about covering her shame. She stopped trying to cover herself, instead flailing at the man’s arms, grunting and groaning. With a slight exertion of force, he lifted her into the air by her throat. With her feet off the ground, You Shuangshuang felt as if all her weight and the man's strength were crushing her throat, leaving her gasping for breath. Her body tightened, convulsing and straining seductively. No matter how wide she opened her mouth, she couldn’t draw in oxygen, producing only irregular, desperate noises. She tried to pry his hands open while kicking wildly, but it was futile against the tower-like man in black.
You Shuangshuang’s white body writhed and twisted in the air, struggling with considerable strength and range. Her hat fell off quickly, revealing strands of hair clinging to her face, all disheveled due to her violent movements. Underneath, her once-proud face was flushed, and her eyes began to roll back. . Soon, she kicked fiercely and an embarrassing wet stain appeared at her crotch, followed by a stream of urine flowing shamelessly down her thighs, filling her boots and dripping onto the ground. The arrogant policewoman had wet herself.
Her limp limbs dangled down, fingers and toes pointing straight at the ground. The naked corpse in boots hung from the man's hand like a dead fish, head drooping, tongue lolling out and moistening the man's palm. The man in black threw the corpse to the ground and wiped his tiger mouth on his clothes. He glared and said, “Bitch! Even in death you still dirty people.”
At this moment, the woman in white murmured, “Brother Chen, stop playing. We have serious matters to attend to.”
He looked down. Huang Sili, who had been crushed under Zhang Qianying, was nowhere to be seen. Urgent “shhh shhh” sounds came from the mountain slope. It turned out Huang Sili had hidden under Zhang Qianying’s body and, taking advantage of the man in black’s distraction, had slipped away up the slope with her feet flying.
The woman in white saw Huang Sili trying to escape and shouted to the man in black, “Brother Chen, don’t let a single one get away.”
The man in black lightly tapped the ground with both feet and leaped several zhang into the air, like a giant dragon spreading its wings across the sky. He pounced toward Huang Sili. His dragon claw went straight for the back of her head. Huang Sili only felt a gust of wind behind her. With a “crack” sound, the man in black’s five fingers sank deep into the back of her skull. When he pulled them out, there were five holes on her head oozing white brain matter. Huang Sili’s eyes rolled back. Her body went soft and curled into a ball on the ground. Brain matter spilled everywhere. She died on the spot.
The fight outside the car was already clearly one-sided. Seeing her subordinates lying dead one after another, Lin Jing realized that even if she joined the fight, it would only mean throwing away her own life. Fear finally welled up in her heart. Cold sweat poured from her palms. She took off her white gloves. Abang, on the other hand, was watching with great excitement. These four strange people from the train were truly extraordinary folk experts. It was an eye-opening sight. Lin Jing saw Abang’s joyful expression and a strange resentment surged in her heart. She pointed her gun at Abang and said through gritted teeth, “Don’t get too happy too soon! Don’t forget — you’re still in my hands!”
Abang sighed and tried to persuade her, “Jing, we were classmates after all. If you turn back from the wrong path now, it’s not too late.”
“Hilarious! A wanted criminal is advising a cop to turn back? Can it get any more absurd than this?” Lin Jing retorted with forced laughter, her face revealing her uncertainty and internal struggle. She glanced at the three laborers still kneeling and her face turned gloomy again. She ordered, “YOU! Get out of here! Now!”
“Lin Jing, what are you doing!?”
Lin Jing grabbed Abang by the collar and dragged him out of the car as well. She lined him up with the three laborers, all kneeling on the ground, and pressed a gun to the back of his head.
Chapter Four
“Listen to me!” Lin Jing shouted at the four across from her, her voice still carrying a semblance of professional authority. “Put your hands on your heads and kneel, or I'll shoot!”
“You've lost your mind, Lin Jing! Don’t make things worse!” Abang responded angrily.
She jabbed him with the gun, retorting, “You have no right to talk to me. I'm the law, you're the criminal. Don't think you can turn this around, Abang.”
Abang just sneered, “I know that evil can never defeat good. You’re only digging your own grave.”
Though her face remained tense, Lin Jing felt somewhat uncertain inside. The four people across from her obviously possessed unfathomable skills. But having Abang as a hostage bolstered her confidence, and she barked, “You bunch of criminals dared to hijack a train and kill our team members! Do you realize the severity of your crimes? Kneel down now!”
The blind man at the head shouted sternly, “A man kneels to heaven, to earth, and to his parents. How could I kneel to a vicious and poisonous woman like you?”
Lin Jing didn’t respond but smirked coldly, moving her gun to the back of one of the workers’ heads, threatening as if ready to make an example of him. The other two workers were immediately petrified. They were countrymen who came to work together, and they instinctively clung to Lin Jing's legs, pleading for mercy for their friend.
Two pairs of ugly, rough hands suddenly touched Lin Jing’s thighs between her skirt and boots. There was only a thin layer of stockings between them. She could feel the calluses on those palms against her leg skin. It disgusted Lin Jing so much that she immediately jumped up. , “Let go! Let go! Get off!”
The old man saw Lin Jing’s gun barrel shift slightly. In a flash, he took out a fitness ball and threw it. It shot toward Lin Jing’s right hand like a meteor. With a clang, it knocked the gun from her hand. The whole thing took less than half a second.
Lin Jing was only slightly startled. Well-trained, she quickly bent down to pick up her gun. Abang would not miss this kind of opportunity. He bared his teeth and roared as he lunged at her back, trying to pin her down. However, he underestimated Lin Jing. She had earned her position at a young age not only through her exceptional skills but also her solid combat abilities. Sensing movement behind her while bending over, she kicked backward without changing her position. The thick, hard heel and sole of her knee-high boot struck Abang squarely in the chest, knocking the wind out of him and sending him sitting back down. Just as Lin Jing was about to grab the gun, another gym ball flew accurately from the old man’s hand, knocking the weapon away again. Lin Jing was so angry she gritted her teeth. Her mouth opened halfway as if to curse, but she couldn’t get the words out. She could only glare furiously at the old man.
The old man laughed heartily, stroking his beard and smiling at Lin Jing. “I've always been fair. We are unarmed, so if you had a gun, it wouldn’t be a fair fight.. So I helped you get rid of such a distracting object. Little lady, you don’t need to thank this old man. Hahahaha.”
Abang hated this sinister and ever-changing Lin Jing. He stood up with a serious expression and said, “Let me handle this. I want to execute her personally!” Without waiting for a reply, he lunged at her again, throwing clumsy punches with his hands still cuffed, looking somewhat ridiculous.
Facing five opponents without a gun, Lin Jing felt a bit flustered but quickly suppressed her anxiety due to her professional training. She realized that Abang was her biggest bargaining chip. As long as she could control him, the other four would have to comply. Her confidence in her grappling skills helped her calm down. As Abang rushed towards her, she calmly used the combat techniques she learned, dodging his wild punches and counterattacking swiftly. Lin Jing was an aggressive fighter and didn’t allow Abang any time to recover.
She threw a left punch to draw Abang’s block, then her right fist flew out like lightning and landed cleanly on his face. For a woman who had undergone long-term specialized training and had abundant nutrition, this punch hit Abang like a sandbag used for practice in the Federal Police Academy’s combat class. It was completely unavoidable. His face stung first, then burned.
With his hands cuffed behind his back, Abang was essentially fighting with one arm tied. He blocked the left but couldn’t guard the right. In the blink of an eye, Lin Jing exploited his weakness again and chopped him in the neck. With his head tilted, he finally couldn’t hold back and shouted, “Elder, elder! Unlock these handcuffs first!”
To his surprise, the old man just laughed again and shook his head while standing to the side. “Hohohahaha, this old man values fairness above all. You, a grown man, fighting a young lady already gives you an unfair advantage. Letting you fight with one arm tied just evens the odds.”
The blind man whispered to the old man, “Master Liang, are you sure about this?” The old man nodded, whispering back, “Don’t worry. When we were in the car, I already noticed this young brother’s footwork. He seems to have some martial arts foundation. The way he turned and redirected force just now also looked like the style of Tai Chi.. He definitely has potential; he just needs some guidance and refinement.”
Hearing the old man say the words “refinement: the blind man looked surprised and praised, “It’s rare for Old Master Liang to finally be willing to come out of seclusion and take a disciple…”
“No, no, no. It’s a major taboo in the martial world for different schools to casually teach martial arts to outsiders,” the old man interrupted with a smile. “However, if the four of us suddenly feel inspired to ‘discuss’ martial arts here today, that doesn’t violate the taboo. As for how much this boy can absorb… that’s beyond our control. Hohoho.”
After he finished speaking, the other three all smiled knowingly and clapped in approval.
While they were whispering on one side, Abang was being beaten senseless by Lin Jing on the other. With his hands cuffed, he was practically defenseless against her skilled unarmed combat techniques. His mind raced, frantically trying to recall Tai Chi moves — sometimes “White Crane Spreads Its Wings,” sometimes “Wild Horse Parts Its Mane.” But in real combat, the opponent doesn’t give you time to think slowly or calmly assume a stance and break down the moves. What frustrated him even more was that all the techniques required both hands. There was no martial art in the world created specifically for fighting while handcuffed. As a result, the entire 54-movement Tai Chi form was completely useless in his hands. He had already forgotten his earlier bold words. While dodging, he shouted, “Would you elders help me out? I’m getting beaten to death here!”
As he spoke, Lin Jing threw a straight punch. Abang was about to use “As If Sealing and Closing,” but when he spread his arms, the chain between the handcuffs nearly cut into his wrists. Then “puff” — his face was hit squarely, just like the sandbag Lin Jing used for practice in her federal police academy unarmed combat class. A sharp pain was immediately followed by a burning sensation. Snot, blood, tears, and saliva all mixed together and poured out.
The old man saw that Abang was still distracted, thinking about moves while fighting. He couldn’t help frowning. He raised his voice and pretended to speak to the blind man, “All martial arts under heaven begin with learning forms and routines. Over time, they become natural in every movement. When facing an enemy, it all depends on having a calm mind. This is called grasping the intent and forgetting the form. If you get hung up on every single move, it’s no different from being shackled.” The blind man laughed and replied, “Exactly. The more moves you remember, the more you bind yourself. It’s better to throw them all away and fight with complete freedom.”
As soon as the blind man finished speaking, Lin Jing copied the tactic. Exploiting Abang’s weakness, she threw two straight punches — one after the other, left then right. Abang simply stopped thinking about specific moves. Following his instincts, he directly caught one of the incoming punches with both hands and issued a horizontal force. Lin Jing hadn’t even finished throwing her second punch before her body was involuntarily pulled forward. She was thrown off balance by her own momentum and staggered several steps before steadying herself. A surprised look appeared on her pretty face. The blind man heard their footsteps and seized the moment to give another hint. “Old Master Liang, I wonder what the internal martial arts concept of ‘using stillness to overcome movement’ really means?”
The old man replied, “The ‘stillness’ in internal martial arts doesn’t only refer to the physical body. In combat, no matter how violently the body moves, only when the mind is as still as water can one move internally while remaining still externally, allowing all techniques to flow naturally. From this perspective, mental method is extremely important.”
Lin Jing rolled her eyes, realizing the four were coaching Abang secretly. These four were pretending to want a “fair” duel between her and Abang, but in reality, they were taking turns giving Abang pointers, gradually awakening the hidden potential inside him. His earlier pull had already surprised her. If this continued — fighting while learning — she was afraid he would surpass her. Realizing this, Lin Jing cunningly used the tip of her boot to kick up a cloud of dust, then lunged forward with all her strength, trying to use an unarmed combat throw on Abang.
Previously, Abang would have panicked if someone lunged at him with their whole body. But after the old man and blind man’s hints, he suddenly remembered the Daoist calming mantra he had silently recited during his lewd fight with Wen Yi in the car. It turned out the Daoist calming mantra and Tai Chi, which he had always thought were completely unrelated, were actually inner and outer aspects of each other. No wonder his father had beaten and whipped him to force him to memorize it. Now, seeing Lin Jing lunge at him, his mind only rippled slightly. His body shifted to the side, and his hands drew a half-circle, catching her shoulders and pushing backward. Lin Jing had already been moving forward with great momentum. Combined with the force Abang added, the two forces merged. She almost fell forward in an embarrassing stumble.
The old man laughed, saying, “Good, good! Well done!” He continued coaching Abang, “You must understand these principles well. Stay coordinated and no one can get close. Lead the opponent into emptiness, stick to them, and don’t resist.”
Lin Jing staggered forward a few steps. Because her center of gravity was leaning forward, her body naturally tried to push backward to stabilize. Suddenly, she felt a weight on her shoulders — Abang’s hands had caught her again. Following her backward momentum, he pulled hard. Lin Jing was yanked backward like a puppet on strings and took several obedient steps back. Her pretty face turned bright red with humiliation. Her body then naturally tried to lean forward again to regain balance. Abang, feeling the force on her shoulders shift direction, immediately slid his hands from her shoulders to her arms. While stepping backward, he pulled her forward momentum toward himself with a hard yank. Lin Jing’s center of gravity, which had been leaning backward, suddenly shifted forward again. Combined with the pulling force from Abang, she lost her balance completely. With a sharp “Ah!”, she fell forward and landed on the dirt road of the wild mountain, holes in the stockings on her exposed legs. The old man immediately praised, “Excellent ‘Lead into Emptiness’! Truly a teachable child.”
Amazed, Abang stared at his hands, surprised by his newfound power with Tai Chi. Feeling confident, he pointed at Lin Jing and yelled, “Serves you right! I’ll teach you a lesson, you wretch!”
“Don’t you dare insult me!” Prideful Lin Jing, a respected figure in the police force, couldn’t stand being toyed with and humiliated by a criminal, especially in front of a former classmate she looked down upon. Infuriated by being called names, she slapped the ground, quickly got up with her uniform now stained with dirt, and launched a kick towards Abang’s chest, wishing to pierce him with her boot’s heel. Her powerful thighs drove the kick; back in police academy, Lin Jing held the record for the strongest side kick among female students.
Abang, still riding the high of his realization, saw the boot coming and stuck to it, pulling inward. Lin Jing felt like she kicked into an abyss, her leg disappearing into nothingness. Off balance, she noticed Abang close by, his intense gaze bearing down on her. She let out a shocked “Ah...” which quickly turned into a scream as Abang drove his elbow into her ribcage. The turning elbow cut through her clothes, her bra, and into her flesh, accompanied by the subtle sound of cracking. Lin Jing rolled on the ground in pain, unable to scream, clearly with broken ribs.
“Always face your enemy!” Lin Jing remembered her instructor's words and fought through the pain to stand. Suddenly, something whizzed by her eyes. Before she could understand what was happening, she felt a cold sensation around her neck, and she was being choked by a metallic chain—Abang was using the chain of the handcuffs.
Abang pulled hard with both hands, pressing the handcuff chain tightly against her throat. Her head was forced to tilt backward, and her mouth opened on its own. Her panicked eyes kept glancing backward, trying to see who was behind her. Lin Jing, after all, was a federal police academy graduate. She quickly recovered from her momentary confusion. Abang realized he had poked a hornet’s nest. His wrists were rubbed raw against the handcuff rings before he could barely keep the lively beauty in front of him under control.
Meanwhile, Lin Jing’s counterattack began. She suddenly threw her elbows backward, striking Abang hard in the ribs. A sharp pain like cracking bones shot through him, and he cried out “Aow!” Hearing the sound, Lin Jing attacked even more frantically with her elbows. Before Abang could recover from the rib pain, his already injured face was hit again by a powerful backward headbutt. This time the pain was so intense he couldn’t even scream. It burned like chili peppers rubbed into an open wound. From these elbow strikes and headbutts, Lin Jing’s soft-brimmed cap had long since flown off during the violent shaking. Her neatly tied bun had also come undone. A cascade of glossy long hair tumbled down, spreading all the way to her collar. The fragrance of her hair spread out, as if someone had opened a packet of incense.
Abang had never encountered an opponent who resisted so fiercely and professionally. He didn’t know that Lin Jing had received specialized training against strangulation at the police academy. First, one needed considerable breath-holding ability — enough to struggle for a long time. She had also mastered a fixed set of counter-strike techniques. Several small-time thugs had already been successfully subdued by her after she escaped their attempts to strangle her. The man in black, watching from the side, saw Abang stupidly letting her elbow and headbutt him. He couldn’t help shouting, “Little brother, stick close to her quickly! Don’t give her room to generate power!”
That’s right! If they stayed pressed tightly together with no distance, even the strongest strikes would lose their power! Abang suddenly understood. He immediately followed the hint and pressed his chest tightly against Lin Jing’s back — so close he could almost feel the thin strap of her bra through her uniform. He also pressed his head against the back of her skull, as if gluing himself to her with superglue. Just as he thought he had the upper hand, he heard a ripping sound. Looking down, he saw Lin Jing tearing her skirt to free her muscular thigh in its silk stocking, providing enough room for her to maneuver. She instantly lifted her leg, aiming a kick at the back of his head and stepping hard on his foot. Abang had struggled to gain control but now found himself on the receiving end of her attacks.
Seeing this, the old man muttered to himself, “Of course it’s hard to strangle her while she's still standing and moving freely.”
Of course he knew that if she fell it would be much easier to strangle her, but Lin Jing was robust and energetic. Her100-plus-pound body was already heavy, and her physical strength was extremely abundant. After several tries, he still couldn’t pull her down. At that moment, the man in black couldn’t hold back again. “Aiya! When striking a snake, strike at its vital seven inches. When controlling a person, control the joints!” In the blink of an eye, Lin Jing threw another high kick backward. Abang hurriedly moved his head aside and was hit again by her headbutt. Stars filled his vision.
Hearing the words “control the joints,” and with both hands busy strangling, he only had his legs free. He drove his knee hard into Lin Jing’s knee joint. It was like removing a load-bearing pillar. The imposing policewoman’s legs immediately went weak and she dropped to her knees in front of him. Remembering how she had twisted the truth and acted arrogantly in the car earlier, Abang wasn’t going to give her any chance. He continued pulling hard backward with both hands while pressing his right knee against her back. The combined force from front and back suddenly tightened the handcuff chain around her throat, deeply embedding it into the flesh of her neck — so deep that not even a needle could be inserted.
Lin Jing felt the pressure in her throat suddenly increase. The hard, icy handcuff chain not only completely blocked her airway — not even a wisp of air could get in — but also crushed her throat bones with intense pain, as if they were about to break. As someone well-versed in criminal investigation, she of course knew what this meant. But now, kneeling on the ground with a knee pressed against the back of her head, headbutts, elbow strikes, and leg kicks were all useless. Her mind finally filled with fear and chaos. Her ten fingernails desperately scratched and clawed at her neck, trying to create some space between the chain and her flesh. But the chain was embedded so deeply that she only ended up leaving scratch marks on her own clean, slender neck. Abang’s eyes widened with rage as he added more force. Lin Jing obediently opened her mouth wide. After a few dry coughs, the chain forced her full, mature, charming face to tilt backward. Looking down, Abang could clearly see every detail of her face — terror mixed with stubborn defiance. She twisted her waist and kept trying to stand up, but Abang’s knee held her firmly down.
He licked his lips to moisten them. Both wrists were already bleeding from being rubbed raw against the handcuffs. The muscles in his arms bulged in blocks as he kept pulling the handcuffs tighter, forcing the chain to squeeze deeper and deeper into her throat. Right before his eyes, her oxygen-deprived face turned bright red. Her alluring, mature woman’s tongue was being squeezed out between her lips like toothpaste from a tube, bit by bit. This sexy, slippery little piece of flesh trembled as it emerged, then twisted toward the corner of her mouth. From above, he could almost see down her throat, and even her eyeballs seemed to be pressed out of their sockets, bulging like marbles.
Lin Jing’s oxygen-deprived body no longer had the strength to counterattack. But her subconscious clearly still refused to give up on life. . “No, I can't die… I need to go home and see my baby… I can’t die…” she kept reminding herself. The full, elastic, mature peaks beneath her uniform continued to rise and fall frequently as she tried to breathe. This well-trained and well-nourished police officer not only had an extremely strong will to survive but also possessed superhuman stamina. Even after being strangled for a full minute and more, she stubbornly refused to pass out. Suddenly, her lower body trembled slightly as if she had caught a chill. Her knees, still on the ground, quickly pressed together, then clamped tighter. Abang saw it and knew this was the sign that her oxygen-deprived muscles were starting to relax and she was about to lose control of her bladder. While maintaining the pressure with his hands, he lowered his head and looked between her legs, waiting for the urine to come out.
But he didn’t know that at this very moment, Lin Jing still firmly remembered the warning from her police academy tactical instructor: Even if a policewoman sacrifices her life, she must never lose control and wet herself — that would be losing her dignity. This was also the final technique taught at the academy: Use all strength to clench the sphincter, offer the minimum resistance to conserve energy, and wait for rescue. As a result, even though Abang clearly saw the signs that she was about to lose control, he still didn’t see any hot urine flowing from under her skirt.
"Still holding it in and refusing to die, huh?" Abang grew impatient with the resilient policewoman. He bent his knee and ruthlessly thrust it into her lower back and kidney area. Lin Jing’s already tense face due to suffocation twisted even more, yet she held it in. Her eyes brightened for a moment, but she stubbornly held it in. Abang rammed her a few times, then switched to kicking her ass with the top of his foot. Thud thud thud. His leather shoe struck her mature, full ass with drum-like muffled thumps. The flesh rippled in response. The impacts made the plump, swollen mound of her pussy hidden under her uniform skirt thrust forward again and again. This already soaking wet piece of flesh was like a water balloon filled to the brim, ready to burst at any moment. Abang kept kicking — thud thud thud — until the fire in Lin Jing’s bulging eyes looked ready to shoot out in rage. She was furious at Abang’s relentless attempts not only to take her life but also to use every dirty trick to humiliate her into submission and expedite her death. She covered the crotch of her uniform with both hands, pressing and holding in. An indescribable, strange expression appeared on her face. Now, the once arrogant and multifaceted policewoman had no expectations left, just clinging to the last thread of will to live.
Abang continued to choke, knee, and kick her, but after several seconds, the obstinate Lin Jing still hadn't let out a drop of urine. With the four experts watching from the side, Abang’s face turned red with embarrassment. It wasn’t entirely his fault. People with much to live for often have a stronger will to survive. For Lin Jing, with her glamorous career, dazzling reputation, happy family, and promising future, she had everything one could envy and was determined to fight for it. Added to her rigorous police academy training, her physical and mental endurance were many times stronger than an average person, so she managed to hold it in despite Abang's attempts to make her urinate.
Abang kept strangling with his hands, pressing with his knee, and kicking with the top of his foot. After more than ten seconds of torment, this stubborn Lin Jing still hadn’t leaked a single drop of urine. The four masters were watching from the side. Abang’s face turned red with embarrassment. It wasn’t entirely his fault. People who have more usually have a stronger will to survive. For Lin Jing, she already had everything enviable — a glamorous career, a shining halo, a perfect family, and a rising official path. Of course she would fight desperately to keep it. She had also undergone strict police academy training, so her stamina and willpower were far beyond ordinary people. No matter how Abang kicked and urged her to piss, she stubbornly held it in.
The old man pinched his fingers and said, “Aiyo, just one piss short…” But these three big men couldn’t think of a better way for the moment. The white-clothed woman, who had remained silent until now, quietly suggested, “Spread her legs apart.” As she spoke, a blush rose on her fair face.
Abang got the message and smirked. He stretched one foot between Lin Jing’s closed legs and forcefully spread them apart. The poor Lin Jing, whose strength was almost gone, could only resist weakly. Her legs were still slowly spread apart… As her legs spread, the sphincter in her crotch was also pulled apart, enlarging the opening of her urethra. In addition, the position itself, with her legs bent and spread, resembled the posture of a woman peeing, easily inducing a conditioned reflex. Sure enough, the muscles on her cheeks visibly relaxed for a moment. Abang seized the timing and kicked with all his strength right into her crotch from behind. A wet, meaty “bo!” sounded. This time, Lin Jing couldn't hold back anymore, humiliatingly releasing a stream of warm urine.
Several streams of yellow liquid fell from the center of her uniform skirt, dripping onto the ground as if playing a final requiem. Lin Jing’s whole body shuddered. Fear and suffocation made her muscles spasm violently. After her hands let go of the chain, they hung beside her shoulders like chicken claws, shaking and twitching irregularly in a ridiculous kneeling surrender pose. Each spasm forced out more urine, spraying onto her underwear, flowing along her stockinged thighs to her knees, and forming puddles on the ground, eventually spreading under Abang's shoes, causing him to stand in the pool of urine.
Abang looked disdainfully at Lin Jing below him. Her face was already a deep purple, twisted in despair. The veins on her temples and forehead bulged out, so clear that every superficial vein could be seen. The immense pain made her eyes bulge and roll back, showing the whites. Tears poured out uncontrollably, leaving clear tear tracks on her lightly made-up face. Along with low gurgles from her throat, white foam occasionally bubbled from her wide-open mouth and nose. The policewoman, who wore different masks every day, had finally been forced to reveal her true form without any cover in front of her old classmate. She kept groaning low in her throat, seemingly wanting to say something. Seeing her struggle, Abang felt a bit reluctant and slightly loosened his grip, and Lin Jing weakly pleaded, “Don’t...cough...don’t...Bang...I have a child...please…”
Abang was deeply shaken, looking at her dying face, he hesitated: Should I really kill her with my own hands? At 27, a married woman’s life isn’t just her own. If she died, parents would lose their precious daughter, a husband would lose his beloved wife, and a child would lose a loving mother, breaking two families. However, thinking of how she tried to use him for her own gain, and considering the numerous innocent people she had wrongfully accused, he quickly dismissed the thought. But then he remembered how she had been blinded by greed and wanted to use him for merit, and how many innocent people she had framed, sent to prison, and even casually shot for “practice” for new recruits. Thinking that leaving her alive would only harm more people, Abang quickly dismissed the ridiculous thought. He shouted at the poisonous poppy-like policewoman beneath him, “Give up your evil soul, Lin Jing! This is the retribution you deserve!” His hands didn’t loosen. He was determined to strangle that ugly soul hiding inside her beautiful shell completely out.
The dying Lin Jing heard these words. Her head seemed to shake unwillingly. Her face suddenly showed a flash of returning light. With strength from who knows where, she arched her body, trying to stand up. The muscles on her waist tightened like iron. “It’s time to go!” Abang said as he shook her neck hard a few times, squeezing out more saliva and tears. Her forehead was covered in fine sweat. Her whole face became wet. Her lower body continued gushing urine nonstop, like a water-soaked sponge being mercilessly wrung dry by Abang. After a brief flash, Abang suddenly felt the voluptuous uniformed beauty beneath him shudder violently. At the same time, a weak, reluctant, and resentful moan escaped from deep in her throat and disappeared. Her entire body instantly went completely limp. Her arms dropped and hung like noodles beside her body, swaying a few times before finally ending her life and setting off on her journey to the underworld.
Lin Jing’s corpse knelt in front of Abang like it was atoning for its sins. Her head hung limply below his waist. Her dead-fish-like bulging eyes stared straight at his crotch. A long, fragrant tongue hung crookedly from the corner of her mouth. Her suffocation-twisted face looked extremely eerie and terrifying. She had only just died. Her body was still twitching occasionally from spinal nerve reflexes, as if her unwilling soul was still making one last futile struggle inside this full, fit body. Abang naturally wouldn’t stop. He kept pulling the chain, squeezing out the last remnants of life from her body. When eradicating evil, one must be thorough. For this ever-changing poisonous flower, she had to be completely, cleanly, and utterly destroyed.
In this way, Abang continued strangling for a full minute, letting her flame of life dissipate and vanish completely under the squeezing. Only when the last nerve reflexes in her flesh had also stopped did he shake her head once more with the chain. Her hanging curly hair swayed left and right a few times, looking completely lifeless. Her body showed no more movement. He removed the handcuffs from her neck, pressed her head, and gave a light push. The female corpse’s upper body fell to the ground like a bundle of straw with a muffled thud, kicking up a small cloud of dust. Her two heels jerked upward for a moment before dropping back down. She lay there in a spread-eagle position.
Seeing that Lin Jing had finally become a soulless female corpse, Abang’s hanging heart finally settled. He sat down beside the corpse, panting heavily. Strangling this extremely tenacious and ever-changing policewoman had been real hard work. Even his wrists were numb and had lost feeling from being rubbed raw by the handcuff rings. But no matter how hard it was, it was worth it. He stretched out his large palm and gave her full, bouncy, mature-woman ass under the uniform skirt a few satisfied slaps. He said word by word, “I told you — you would get your retribution.” His fingers lightly pinched the small bump on her back under the shirt and unhooked her bra through the uniform.
At that moment, the blind man, the old man, the man in black, and the woman in white all approached laughing and congratulating, “Brother Abang, being unmoved by beauty and private feelings, and personally eliminating this evil woman, you truly are a young hero!”
Now that he understood the true nature of these four masters, Abang didn’t dare to be negligent. He stepped forward and prepared to kneel. “This junior, Abang, thanks the four seniors for saving my life and giving me guidance. Please forgive this junior for any offenses on the train!”
“No need, no need,” the blind man said repeatedly. He quickly extended a palm under Abang’s clasped hands and used a burst of strength to support him, preventing the bow from completing. Then he said cheerfully, “When traveling far from home, one must always be cautious of others. Brother Abang, don’t blame yourself.”
The old man, stroking his goatee, added with a smile, “And don’t say ‘guiding’. We were just casually talking about martial arts and happened to be overheard by you, purely a coincidence.”
Seeing that Abang was still wearing handcuffs, the old man’s gaze shifted to Lin Jing’s corpse. His face immediately darkened. He squatted down, placed one hand on the female corpse’s wrist and the other on her neck. Beneath the still-warm surface skin, it was as calm as a pool of dead water. There were no more signs of life. He closed his eyes and felt her pulse for a moment, then lifted the female corpse’s face and carefully examined her eyes. Seeing that her pupils had irreversibly dilated, he finally nodded and smiled. “Mm, good, good. She’s completely dead.” With that, he searched the corpse, found the key, and unlocked the handcuffs for Abang and the laborers. The three laborers, seeing the dead women all over the ground, were terrified they would get into more trouble. They didn’t dare stay any longer. They kowtowed and thanked them profusely before running off without a trace.
The blind man sniffed with his nose, smelled the hot urine Lin Jing had released, and said seriously, “This Lin Jing usually had a human face but a beast’s heart — cunning, vicious, and obsessed with cleanliness. Today she died by her own handcuffs and ended up with her corpse abandoned in the wilderness, lying in filth. It’s truly the height of irony and satisfaction!”
The man in black nodded vigorously, shouting, “Exactly, this is karma at its finest!”
Abang, finally freeing his hands, immediately felt his swollen face, still tender and red from Lin Jing's harsh punches. Luckily, the damage was superficial, nothing serious. He acknowledged that without the guidance of the four experts, his mediocre skills wouldn’t have been enough against Officer Lin Jing. He thanked them loudly, “The skills of the four elders are unfathomable, and I've learned a lot from you. I’m deeply grateful and will repay you when there’s a chance. But why did you save a wanted criminal like me?”
The old man laughed upon hearing this. “When I saw the wanted poster on the train, I knew you were ‘Abang’. Despite your disguise, I've lived for over sixty years and have seen all sorts of people; how could I mistake you?” he chuckled.
The blind man added, “The announcement said the fugitive from Hangzhou escaped from Wuyou. You hurriedly boarded the train from Wuyou without luggage and spoke with a Hangzhou accent. After conversing with you, it’s clear you're a man who cares deeply for the country and the people, not at all like a criminal.”
Interrupting, the impatient man in black said, “Everyone knows Ding Chunqiu is a treacherous villain with notorious plans. Those he targets are either righteous individuals or threats to his ambitions. We all have suffered from his false accusations. Seeing you in distress today, how could we not help? It’s a shame that in these dark times, the loyal and upright are framed while the truly wicked occupy high positions.”
The blind man patted the man in black on the shoulder and continued, “Firstly, we wanted to save you, Abang. Secondly, we've heard about the notorious acts of this female special task force. By eliminating them, we’ve eradicated some evil, benefiting ourselves in the process.”
Abang asked, “May I know the names of the four heroes, so I can properly thank you in the future?”
Feeling slightly embarrassed, the blind man adjusted his sunglasses, “We're just ordinary folks and can't bear the title ‘heroes’. Let me introduce you. The old man is ‘Rushing Thunder Hand’ Liang Jiutian from Hebei, famous for his powerful Bajiquan. And this man in black is ‘Iron Finger Mountain’ Chen Changtai, a Shaolin disciple from Taiyuan with unparalleled Dragon Claw techniques. The beautiful woman is Chen Bixia, skilled in the unpredictable and deadly Snake Fist, known as ‘Thousand Illusion Snake Shadow’. As for me…”
Before he could finish, Liang Jiutian laughed and interjected, “He’s the renowned ‘Blind Swordsman’ Cheng Guanchen, known for his sense of justice and readiness to help others.”
“Indeed, Hebei has produced many generous and heroic individuals. It's an honor to meet you all,” said Abang, greatly admiring the group. After showing his respect, he curiously asked, “Master Cheng, your use of the walking stick is extraordinary. What is the name of that technique?”
Cheng Guanchen waved his hand dismissively. “It’s just some basic skills with no specific name. Since the stick is used to beat off dogs, let’s call it the Dog-Beating Stick Technique,” he laughed.
“You can identify objects and directions just by listening, Master Cheng, that’s truly impressive!”
Cheng pointed at his eyes, saying confidently, “Though I'm blind, my heart sees clearly. Eyes can often deceive, but without relying on sight, sometimes one can see even more.”
Abang contemplated these words without fully understanding their depth. He decided to keep them in mind for future reflection and asked another question, “Why have the four of you gathered in Hangzhou? If I can assist in any way, it would be a great opportunity for me to repay you.”
Liang Jiutian was about to speak when the blind man stopped him, saying seriously to Abang, “It’s not that we want to hide it from you, but the matter we're involved in is extremely dangerous with no turning back. It's better for you not to know.”
Without waiting for Abang's response, the blind man courteously bowed his fists and said loudly, “We're pleased to have met you, Abang. But we have other important matters to attend to. Let's part ways for now and if fate allows, we'll meet again, drink, and share stories. Take care, Abang. Until next time!”
“Until next time!” Liang Jiutian, Chen Changtai, and Chen Bixia each said, bowing their fists as well before turning around and walking away with swag.
Abang reluctantly bid farewell to the four heroes, watching as their figures gradually disappeared into the sunset. He was once again alone, left with a ground full of uniformed female corpses. The twelve once valiant and heroic female officers had turned into twelve bedraggled female corpses scattered across the wilderness. They no longer had the neat and imposing appearance from when they were alive. Bodies lay haphazardly everywhere, messy and undignified, without any trace of the womanly grace they once possessed. As their muscles fully relaxed after death, their bladders began to empty. Every corpse had urine leaking from under their skirts, forming puddles of yellow liquid around them. Some released more, some less, but all of them did. The evening wind carried waves of a sharp, acrid piss smell.
Abang spat on his hands, grabbed the booted ankles of the corpses one by one, and dragged the female officers’ bodies onto the yellow dirt slope, laying them out in a neat row. All were face-up with their arms raised high in a surrender pose. He felt it still wasn’t enough, so he unbuttoned their uniform shirts completely, leaving the corpses with their chests and bellies exposed under the moonlight, revealing their various styles and colors of bras. At a glance, it was quite a sight. However, he left Lin Jing’s corpse untouched for now, letting her remain sprawled in that spread-eagle position, because he hadn’t yet thought of a better way to handle her.
Abang stood with his hands on his hips in front of the row of corpses, counting them one by one. Eleven in total, none missing, lined up neatly before him in eerie silence. He sighed, feeling it was a shame for these young lives to be wastefully cut short. “I really should dig a big pit and bury all of you properly so you can rest in peace, but unfortunately there’s no shovel here. Ah, all you girls were so young and quite beautiful…” While he was lamenting, thunder suddenly rumbled in the distance, followed by a light rain. There was no shelter on the bare wilderness road. Abang climbed back into the modified van, planning to wait out the rain before heading down the mountain. But the rain grew heavier, quickly turning into a downpour, and it didn’t seem like it would stop anytime soon.
A phone lay on the seat inside the van. He unlocked it and saw a warm family photo on the screen that made him envious. In the picture, Lin Jing leaned her head affectionately on her husband’s shoulder, smiling sweetly and innocently. Abang swiped through the messages. The inbox was full of chat records — some lovey-dovey with her husband, some private women’s talk with her best friends, and quite a few flirtatious, explicit messages with her superiors. The bold words made even Abang’s heart race. He thought to himself that workplace “unspoken rules” really were something else.
The rain kept pouring, and the sky grew darker. The twelve female corpses continued lying on the yellow dirt slope, letting the heavy rain lash their hair and bodies as if heaven itself was punishing them. The downpour washed them even filthier. Their soaked uniform shirts and skirts clung tightly to their skin, becoming almost transparent and form-fitting, clearly outlining their figures and even the shapes of the bras and panties underneath. The once arrogant and domineering Lin Jing no longer looked imposing. She was now just another ordinary corpse in the pile, silently enduring the rain’s lashings as it washed away the dirt from her sinful flesh. Her drenched police uniform clung tightly to her curvy and voluptuous body, lying provocatively beside the police car with legs spread, as if issuing an invitation. Abang licked his lips as a wave of arousal washed over him. Simply extinguishing her wicked soul wasn't enough; her body must also pay the price, enduring a dual punishment of both spirit and flesh to truly get what she deserved.
With his mind already made up to this point, he no longer had any qualms. He jumped out of the rear of the van into the rain…
Chapter 5
Abang darted out into the rain, grabbing each of Lin Jing’s ankles, dragging her corpse next to the van like a dead dog. Unquestionably, being a well-exercised, married woman with a tall and voluptuous body, dead Lin Jing was a heavy load. Even with Abang’s strength, it took significant effort to drag her soaked corpse to the van, leaving a rough drag mark on the muddy road. After just a few steps, her uniform skirt had been ground up to her waist, exposing the nude-colored thong panties inside the flesh-colored pantyhose that covered only half her ass. The color of the pantyhose and panties blended so well with her skin tone that, if you didn’t look carefully, it almost seemed like she was completely naked from the waist down.
Abang hoisted Lin Jing’s body into the back of the van and hastily shut the doors to keep the rain out. Soaked himself, and with winter approaching, Abang started the van and turned on the heater. Soon, the interior warmed up, making it comfortable even for someone stripped bare. Amidst the falling night and persistent rain, he had set up an undisturbed, cozy private love nest within a police van.
Now he could have a proper “reunion” with his old classmate. Back in the day, the most he had ever done was playfully unhook her bra, which still got him punished by the dean who made him copy the school rules countless times. As for what lay inside after the hook was undone, he naturally never dared to imagine it. But all those mysteries would be revealed today. “Haha, let's see you tattle on me now!” He couldn’t wait. With one hand supporting her hips and the other her shoulder, he flipped the corpse over. Lin Jing’s full, curvaceous mature woman’s body obediently rolled once in his hands and lay face-up. Her disheveled curly hair covered her face, as if she was too ashamed to face her old classmate. Her arms were raised high above her head in surrender. The once neatly ironed uniform was wrinkled and messy from her death struggle, and like her long boots, it was covered in yellow mud. Because her pelvic muscles had relaxed, the ankles inside the long boots were splayed outward in an ugly V-shape. Even kicking them didn’t change it. She was as dead as could be.
“Come on, let me take a look at you, little minx~” He rolled up his sleeves. Using one finger, he brushed aside the wet hair covering the corpse’s face. The once rosy, fragrant face was now a deathly iron-gray with no trace of blood. The heavy rain had washed away the light makeup she had carefully applied before work, and it had also washed away the tears, snot, and saliva from her final moments. After being cleansed of all her makeup, she looked clean and fresh, bare-faced. But with death, her facial muscles had begun to slacken slightly, gradually turning that expression of fear, anger, and reluctance into a blank indifference. Her rolled-back eyes protruded, staring blankly blankly into the distance.
“Damn it, you still dare to avoid looking me in the eye? You think you’re still high and mighty?” With that, Abang angrily slapped her face. Slap! It was crisp and loud, knocking her head to the side so it lay flat against the van floor. The force of the slap was so strong that it squeezed her mouth, pushing her tongue out a little further. The scarlet tip stuck out past her lips, looking extremely sensual and inviting, as if she wanted to lick something. Abang used his pinky to flick her tongue a few times and found it was still surprisingly soft. A new idea surged up in him. He hurriedly opened his pants, knelt on both knees beside the corpse’s head so she faced his crotch directly, and let his already hardening cock hang provocatively over her face, swinging back and forth. “Haha, old classmate, I’m going to treat you to some ice cream~”
Abang held her head steady and rubbed the head of his cock up and down her wet, soft, tender tongue. At first he was relatively gentle, but as he let himself go, the movements became fast and forceful. Every pass across her tongue sent strong electric currents through him. Wherever it rubbed, it electrified. It gave Abang wave after wave of unprecedented pleasure. Lin Jing lay silently beneath his crotch, obediently licking around the head of his cock. She licked until the head was red and shiny, even harder and thicker than before. It began to secrete some clear fluid that stuck to her tongue. The thick head rubbed against her wet, soft tongue in the most intimate contact.
With his hands, Abang forcefully opened her mouth wider, revealing two rows of neatly arranged, pristine white teeth. This was the only aspect of Lin Jing that still maintained its appearance from when she was alive. Somewhere in history, someone ingeniously thought of using a woman's deep and slick throat as an erotic playground, bringing joy to countless men over the generations. Abang, now swaying his member, making a slapping sound as it hit her tongue, scolded her: “Damn it, it’s always been this mouth! Speaking differently depending on the person you talk to. Now, swallow it!” Without waiting for any response, he stuffed his penis into her mouth. Lin Jing, being a lifeless body, couldn't refuse or resist. Her lips were forced wide open around the thick shaft, and her tongue was pressed flat underneath. The immediate sensation of her oral cavity enveloping him brought an unprecedented pleasure, causing Abang to involuntarily close his eyes and exhale deeply.
Abang began to fuck her mouth roughly, using it like a flesh sleeve. The van was filled with the wet, obscene sounds of thrusting. He held her head firmly and rammed in and out, sometimes pulling back until only the head remained between her lips, sometimes shoving all the way in until her nose was buried in his pubic hair. Her slack jaw and soft throat offered almost no resistance, letting him use her mouth freely. The more he fucked, the harder he got. He looked down at her dead face — eyes rolled back, tongue forced out, saliva and precum dripping from the corners of her mouth — and felt an intense surge of conquest. This was the once arrogant, high-and-mighty police captain who had wanted to send him to his death. Now she was nothing but a silent, obedient corpse whose mouth he could use however he wanted.
However, due to Lin Jing's supine position, her throat and mouth weren't aligned. This anatomical inconvenience meant Abang couldn't thrust further, causing his frustration. “Damn, this is such a turn-off!” he grumbled.
Abang pulled out, his cock glistening with her saliva. He dragged her body further into the van, positioning her so her head hung slightly off the edge of the seat. With her throat now in a straight line with her mouth, Abang pushed again, and this time his member glided in smoothly until it reached the deepest part it could go, making a noticeable bulge on the exterior of her throat. Then he straddled her face again and thrust back in, this time deeper and harder, using her throat like a toy. The van rocked slightly with his movements. He reached down and roughly squeezed her full breasts through the wet uniform, pinching the nipples hard. Even in death, her body still felt warm and soft.
Lin Jing's mouth, stretched to its limits, was filled to the brim as her head shook slightly with each of his thrusts. Sounds emanated from her throat, providing auditory feedback for Abang, who was taking out his pent-up frustration on her: “Lin Jing, Lin Jing, did you ever think you'd end up like this? Does it humiliate you? Think about all those you've wronged. This is your karmic retribution! Ha, ha, ha—Ah!!!”
During the vigorous motions, Abang finally reached his climax. With a series of convulsive tremors and a low growl, he released a burst of hot, molten seed into Lin Jing's mouth, filling it up until it overflowed. Much of the semen went down her throat, into her stomach, and even her intestines, which excited Abang even further. He felt a profound sense of relaxation washing over his face after expelling the last drop. But he was still reluctant to pull out. He kept his cock inside her mouth, slowly stirring it around, swaying his hips and even humming a little tune. After a substantial amount of time, he finally pulled out, laughing as he did so, leaving behind a strand of cloudy, viscous fluid. As he withdrew completely, more of the fluid spilled out of her mouth and nose, making it seem as if a bottle of champagne had been popped open. Abang casually smeared it around with his hand, and Lin Jing’s plain face was instantly covered in his fluids. At first glance, it looked as if she had been coated with a layer of olive oil, glistening with a smooth, crystal sheen.
Outside the vehicle, the rain was still pouring heavily, and the sky had turned pitch black. Whether due to the overbearing excitement or the warm air within the vehicle, Abang's face was beet-red. Wiping the sweat off his forehead and feeling overheated, he decided to strip off all his clothes. Now completely naked, looking down at the messy, defiled corpse of his old classmate, he crouched beside Lin Jing's body, rubbing his hands together with a mischievous smile playing on his lips: “Well, I'm all bared now. It’s only fair that you do the same, right? ? Hehehe, time to strip you!” He rubbed his hands together again, warming them up as if preparing to appreciate a fine wine. This act would enhance the sensitivity of his hands, allowing him to better enjoy the body Lin Jing had left behind.
He then lifted one of the corpse’s booted legs against his chest, pulled the uniform skirt up to her waist, and began to caress her meat-colored pantyhose-clad thigh in ecstasy. He stroked from the knee all the way to the inner thigh again and again, then squeezed hard on the areas where female fat was thickest, embracing this domineering female officer’s pantyhose-clad legs and playing with them to his heart’s content, he was making up for lost opportunities. The feel and experience told him these were beautiful legs — to be precise, legs that combined softness and strength. He couldn’t wait any longer to see the true sight. He quickly unzipped the long boot. The wet pantyhose-clad little foot was quietly hidden inside, exuding a faint scent of leather after being soaked. Abang pulled it out, pinched it a few times, and tossed the boot aside.
Without the long boot covering it, the feminine foot in its stocking was exposed to the open air. Abang admired it for a few moments, then began removing the soaked uniform skirt and pantyhose. As the pantyhose gradually peeled away from her leg flesh, he indeed revealed a pair of plump, firm thighs and delicate, slender jade feet. The moderate exercise from her police training regimen had evidently shaped her legs to perfection, with clear curves and ample flesh, presenting an allure irresistible to the opposite sex. This was the first time Abang had seen Lin Jing’s bare legs. He couldn’t help cursing the ugly school sports uniforms back in China that had hidden so many world-class beauties. Feeling like he was making up for lost time, he groped her legs more vigorously, considering it a sort of compensation for all the years he had missed out.
Wiping his drool, Abang’s trembling, excited hand reached for the first button on Lin Jing's police shirt. "Now, let me take it off, eh? You got no objections, right? No objections, yeah?" Perhaps he was overexcited—after all, aside from her husband, who’d dare to undress a female cop unless they had a death wish? Overwhelmed with excitement, he unfastened the first button, immediately exposing a patch of Lin Jing’s snow-white skin from her neck down. As he proceeded with the second button, her large breasts—which were initially tightly constrained under her top—promptly pushed the fabric aside. This revealed not only the edge of her breasts but also the silhouette of her milky-white bra, offering tantalizing hints of the hidden treasures beneath. This subtle exposure tantalized a man’s imagination and curiosity, making her seem even more enticing than when fully clothed.
It made a man involuntarily imagine the scenery of the parts of her body that were still covered, that kind of erotic allure, that kind of fantasy, which most satisfies a man’s curiosity. And right now Lin Jing was in that half-undressed state, which was even more seductive than when she was fully clothed. Unfortunately, she was only a corpse now. There was no chance for her to half-push and half-yield as Abang unbuttoned all the buttons on her shirt in one go, leaving her chest and belly exposed right before his eyes. On her snow-white neck, a deep purple strangulation mark was particularly striking, forming an ironic contrast with the string of safety jade pendant still hanging there. Abang yanked the jade pendant off the corpse and sneered coldly in his heart: “Hmph, those who do much evil will bring destruction upon themselves. Even the gods can’t protect you.”
Abang then lifted Lin Jing's upper body, making her lifeless form lean against him. With a toss of her head, it naturally fell onto his shoulder, silently lolling in an intimate embrace with him. Holding someone else’s wife felt thrillingly different, especially when she was so compliant and obedient. Where else could he find this? Abang joyously stripped off the shirt from her body, reached behind her head to unfasten the hair clip, letting loose her hair which was somewhat disheveled from the struggle, allowing it to cascade silkily and gently over her shoulders. This immediately added an extra layer of softness and feminine charm to her appearance.
"Ah, which lucky guy would have enjoyed all this?" Abang clicked his tongue in admiration, considering objectively that if not for witnessing her sinister deeds, the talented, wise, and family-oriented Lin Jing would undoubtedly have been a perfect wife candidate.
His hand glided down her flowing hair until he felt the familiar bra clasp on her back. Since he was a kid, he’d been unhooking her clasps teasingly, so almost reflexively, his fingers pinched the clasp. With a soft "snap", the bra strap popped open, the cups that were tightly holding her breasts immediately fell loose, allowing the confined breasts to spring outward. Abang swallowed hard, removing her bra, revealing a pair of firm and proud peaks standing tall on her torso. These breasts were full and creamy, elastic yet with incredibly smooth and tight skin, essentially perfect. And there they were, right under Abang’s eyes, within reach. Atop the white peaks were two large, purple grapes, unusually colored buds that he had never seen before, likely darkened from breastfeeding, striking him with awe.
He gently laid her body back down on the van's floor. Extending his fingers, he grabbed Lin Jing’s nipples and gave them a gentle squeeze and flick. An odd, sweet sensation immediately flooded over him, his eyes bloodshot with excitement. Without waiting, his hands eagerly covered her breasts, kneading them vigorously, manipulating the delicate flesh into changing shapes under his fingers. The sensation of their soft elasticity transmitted unmistakably from his palms to his brain, thrilling him to the point that his member grew erect again.
He quickly pressed his whole body on top of her and began writhing hard, rubbing his chest against her full, soft breasts. Although Lin Jing’s corpse was ice-cold from the winter rain, the still feminine and alluring flesh still made Abang feel burning hot all over. “Ah, I can’t take it, I can’t take it…” Abang felt his hard, hot cock pressing against Lin Jing’s lower abdomen, the soft, elastic sensation exciting him.. He slightly lifted his waist and thrust against her lower abdomen again and again. While thrusting, he slowly adjusted his position until he felt his cock pressing against the plump, bun-like mound between her legs. Although there was still a pair of panties in between, that stimulation still made all the pores on his body open wide.
He quickly sat up; the climax was yet to come. He couldn't cum just like this; that would be letting her off too easily. He grabbed the corners of her thong panties and stared with wide eyes as he pulled this sexy nude-colored thong downward. That plump, tender mound was gradually revealed as the panties were pulled down, faintly hidden among a light tuft of hair. The color there was somewhat dark, with the hue of a married mature woman. One could imagine she had no shortage of happy and stable sex life. As this most private and intimate undergarment finally left her body, briefly catching her toes, Lin Jing who had once been determined to put Abang to death was now completely stripped bare by him, layer by layer. He then rolled her over once on the van floor for easier viewing.
This body that she would never easily show to anyone except her husband was now completely and unabashedly exposed before Abang, high-definition and uncensored, allowing him to see every part of her structure and every inch of her skin, even the very faint cesarean scar on her lower abdomen. She had obviously taken very good care of it — if you didn’t look carefully, it was barely noticeable. Abang flipped her over and discovered her pelvis was particularly wide, making her already plump and perky ass bulge out to the sides, forming the beautiful contour unique to married women who had given birth. It was probably the biggest ass he had ever seen. There was also a tiny birthmark on the upper left buttock, which her husband might not have even noticed. "Damn, you must have been very fertile!" Abang couldn’t help exclaiming. He reached out and slapped this mature woman’s full ass. The flesh immediately quivered, leaving five finger marks on the big white butt. People always say other people’s wives have whiter asses. Looks like that saying is true.
Abang put the long boots back on her, then placed the police cap on her head. “Hehe, this way it’ll be even more exciting!” After dressing her up, he lifted Lin Jing’s corpse and sat her on the van seat. Her two thighs were spread apart like a frog’s. The corpse’s relaxed muscles made her whole body extremely soft and pliable. Her two legs were easily spread to the limit. The narrow slit between her legs was pulled open into a small opening, shamelessly exposed before him. Abang reached out and gently rubbed outside the jade gate, trying to tease Lin Jing into secreting some fluids to lubricate the passage.
But after rubbing for a long time, it was still dry. Only then did he realize how silly it was to expect a dead person to secrete fluids. He couldn’t help laughing at himself. No choice. He spat a glob of saliva onto her meaty mound, then used his hand to spread it evenly for lubrication. His cock was already glaring and impatient. After wrapping her two booted legs around his waist, he aimed the thick rod and pushed straight in! Lin Jing’s entrance was not as tight as a virgin’s. With the saliva lubrication, it only resisted symbolically before being forcefully stretched open by the thick cock. The inner walls were half-tight, half-loose. Abang thrust with his waist, and with a wet “zii” sound, he buried the entire length inside Lin Jing’s body, reaching her deepest point!
“Fuck!” In an instant, Abang was overwhelmed by an intense rush of stimulation and triumph. His whole body felt invigorated. He tightly embraced Lin Jing’s corpse and began thrusting at a frantic pace. In his furious release, his movements were extremely rapid and violent, showing no mercy. He pounded the entire female corpse so hard on the seat that her body trembled violently. Her breasts, perky and prominent, jiggled in all directions. Her sexy body rubbed frantically against the seat, producing an extremely harsh scraping sound mixed with the wet slapping of two bodies colliding, instantly filling the entire van.
Lin Jing was held face-to-face by Abang. Her face, smeared with semen and turned dark purple, nodded rapidly up and down in front of him in rhythm with his thrusts, flinging out quite a bit of the semen still in her mouth. No matter how fast and rough Abang’s movements were, the policewoman’s face remained expressionless and indifferent. Her lifeless eyes were rolled back, completely ignoring the man enegetically ravaging her body, instead giving her a strangely dazed yet beautiful look.
Abang’s breathing grew heavier. He felt it was time to change positions, but he was reluctant to pull his cock out of her body. So he stayed where he was, kept his cock inside her, and simply rolled her over while still connected. He made her lie face-down on the seat, reached under her hips to arch her ass high up against his crotch, then brought her legs together so she was kneeling on the van floor. He positioned her in an extremely humiliating doggy-style pose, with her head buried in the seat and her ass raised high for him to use. “Hah…” Abang ran his hand down her smooth back, intoxicated by her alluring body and every detail of its curves. There was no doubt that at this moment, this beautiful policewoman who belonged to another man was completely his — this “fugitive’s” — to do with as he pleased. For this trophy won after a hard fight, he held absolute power.
He steadied his breathing and began squeezing and kneading the plump flesh of her ass over and over. With each squeeze, he drove his cock hard into her, slamming against her round, firm ass with a crisp “slap!” That sound was like a battle bugle to Abang. “Damn it! I already told you I was innocent, but you still arrested me! Abused me! You couldn’t handle it, could you? In the end you’re still getting fucked hard by me!” While venting his anger, he fucked her faster and harder, completely lost in it. His cock plunged in and out of her deep pussy at high speed. Lin Jing’s lifeless body was squeezed and deformed between Abang and the seatback with every thrust. Her slender waist twisted and arched under the pressure. Abang deliberately held her hands behind her own head in a ridiculous surrender pose. Her hat had fallen off and covered her face, shaking along with her body as he pounded her. As the rhythm grew faster and the wet slapping sounds echoed nonstop, he felt like the entire van was starting to shake slightly.
Lin Jing’s inner walls felt snug and firm — easy to thrust into yet still providing intense friction. Her husband had clearly trained her well. As the saying goes, one man plants the tree and another enjoys the shade. Abang was having the time of his life. After fucking her intensely for several minutes, he suddenly let out a fierce roar and reached another peak of pleasure inside Lin Jing’s body. With a powerful thrust, he slammed her hard against the seat and pumped every last drop of his cum deep into her, forcing her to take it all.
He panted heavily and gave her ass a few approving slaps. “What a good...good body...what a pity...” Only then did he reluctantly pull his cock out. He collapsed onto the floor to rest, taking the chance to admire the corpse’s humiliating pose — ass raised, half-kneeling, half-slumped against the seat. Lin Jing’s face, covered in semen and stuffed with cum, was buried deep in the seat cushion, her police hat still resting beside it. The conspicuous purple strangulation mark on her neck stood out clearly. Her hair was completely disheveled, scattered wildly around her head. Her bare ass was exposed, displaying her thoroughly violated pussy, raised high for display. Some of the freshly injected cum was leaking out, sticking her spread pussy hair together. Seeing the evil policewoman end up in such a state, Abang laughed heartily. As he laughed, something sparkly caught his eye — it was the wedding ring on Lin Jing’s right hand, the ring that once brought her so much warmth and joy. Nowadays, not many women wore their wedding rings all the time. Everything was over now, and he could foresee that this ring, along with its owner, would slowly fade from everyone's memory.
Abang picked up Lin Jing’s panties. This nude-colored thong with lace trim was only semi-transparent in the key areas, while the rest was fully sheer lace. It still carried a faint scent of urine and the distinctive smell of a mature woman — definitely a pair of heavily worn, highly arousing and aromatic ladies’ panties. Abang couldn’t put them down. He stretched them with his hands a few times, then spun them on his finger, playing with this most intimate garment of Lin Jing’s for a while before finally, with some reluctance, stuffing it into his shoulder bag as his personal trophy.
Suddenly, a “ding” sound rang through the car, startling Abang amidst the desolate and empty Wild Fox Ridge. Following the sound, he discovered it was Lin Jing’s phone, signaling low battery. The phone? Abang’s curiosity was instantly piqued. Unlocking it, the first thing he saw was a joyful family photo set as the wallpaper. Lin Jing, with a sweet and innocent smile, was leaning her head affectionately on her husband’s shoulder, holding a baby of about one year old in her arms. While Abang felt a hint of envy, he also experienced a sense of complex emotions; his actions had taken away not just Lin Jing’s life, but also a daughter, a wife, and a mother, effectively shattering two families.
He opened the messages, finding an inbox full of chat histories. Aside from a few conversations with her close female friends about women's private matters, most of the messages were exchanges with her husband. As Abang read through them with interest, he realized there wasn’t anything particularly exciting. The couple’s communications weren't filled with sweet nothings often seen between lovers in the throes of passion but were rather mundane, like “drink less”, “come home early”, “what should I cook tonight”, “need to buy something from the supermarket”, “the baby is sick”, and so on. It seemed repetitive and ordinary, showing a wife’s care for her family. But as an unmarried man, Abang found it hard to relate, so he quickly tossed the phone aside without finishing.
The rain outside gradually stopped, enveloping the whole Wild Fox Ridge under the heavy curtain of night. The moon timidly peeked out from behind the dark clouds, casting its faint silvery glow upon the eleven female corpses outside the vehicle.
The rain outside the window had gradually stopped. The entire Wild Fox Ridge was shrouded in deep night. The moon quietly peeked out from behind the dark clouds, casting faint silver light on the eleven female corpses outside the van. Abang checked the time — it was already around 7 p.m. He needed to continue his journey home, but first he had to get Lin Jing’s corpse out of the van. Driving around with a domineering female officer’s corpse would be too ridiculous. After resting briefly, he stood up and kicked the corpse in the waist, knocking her off the seat. She slumped limply onto the van floor and curled into a ball. Then he grabbed one of her long-booted ankles and dragged her out of the van, throwing her onto the dirt road. Just as he was about to get back inside, he felt that simply leaving her exposed like this wasn’t humiliating enough. He needed to pose her in a shameful way to completely ruin her reputation.
He got to work. Abang looked around. The area was completely bare with no trees, but the modified van that Liang Jiutian had flipped over gave him an idea. He dragged Lin Jing’s corpse to the front of that van, used the bra he had stripped from her to loop around her neck, then reconnected the clasp and hung the straps on the roof antenna box. This way, the naked corpse wearing only the long boots was pressed against the front windshield, hanging from her own bra at the front of the van in a pitiful, helpless pose. Her boots were still half a meter off the ground, and her neck was tightly choked by the bra strap, forming another noose — though this time she could no longer feel it. He stood with his hands on his hips for a while, admiring his work, but felt something was still missing. So he went back into the van, grabbed her soft-brimmed police hat, and placed it on her drooping head, making the scene even more ludicrous.
“Ptui!” Abang gathered a mouthful of spit and shot it onto her cum-covered face. Then he stood at attention and mockingly saluted her. “Reporting, Captain Lin — I’m leaving now.”
With that, Abang turned and walked back to his van without looking back, ready to drive down the mountain. He left Lin Jing’s naked corpse in long boots hanging alone and humiliated at the front of the overturned van. In the faint moonlight, the wedding ring on her finger looked somewhat dim.
Captain China New #12 - Dbancing Lightly, Soaring Freely (Zhu Liying)
At this point, it was already November in early winter, with short days and long nights. After dealing with Lin Jing’s corpse, Abang dared not linger around the pile of glamorous corpses any longer. Thus, he drove down the mountain in the police car that was initially used to transport him.
The traffic in Hangzhou's urban area was as chaotic as ever, with cars cutting each other off, honking incessantly, and driving the wrong way, which made Abang feel like cursing aloud. When he approached an intersection and saw the red light, he instinctively hit the brakes, stopping before the zebra crossing. However, drivers waiting alongside him cast strange glances his way, leaving Abang puzzled. Suddenly, he remembered he was driving a police car. Without further ado, he turned on the siren, stepped on the gas, and ran the red light. The traffic cop on duty at the intersection conveniently turned away, pretending not to see, and the other drivers resumed their normal expressions. Harmony was restored.
Drivers waiting at the red light were giving Abang odd looks, leaving him puzzled. Suddenly remembering he was driving a police car, he casually turned on the siren, stepped on the gas, and ran the red light. The traffic cop on duty cooperatively turned away as if he hadn’t seen anything, and the waiting drivers resumed their normal expressions, restoring harmony to the scene.
With the siren clearing the way, Abang could drive recklessly and unobstructed. In no time, he reached the building where he lived. The entrance on the first floor was plastered with wanted posters featuring his face, complete with black letters on a white background and accompanying photos. Many posters were marked with red crosses, angrily scrawled by residents. Tension gripped him, and with a heavy heart, he looked up. As the lights were beginning to come on in the evening, faint light emanated from the window of his home on the twentieth floor. "Mom, you must be having dinner... Your son is back..." Abang muttered disheartedly, thinking of his nearly sixty-year-old mother who had raised him single-handedly with great difficulty. He couldn’t help but feel tears well up in his eyes at the thought of bringing disgrace upon her and subjecting her to society’s scorn without fulfilling his filial duties.
Abang scanned his surroundings. Several young men dressed in casual clothes were idly strolling nearby, their sharp eyes watching every passerby like hunting dogs. Although a couple was passionately kissing at the street corner, they occasionally stole glances toward the building’s entrance. The tall and imposing shop assistants across the street didn’t look like typical workers who had come to the city to find jobs. The usually quiet neighborhood was teeming with undercover guards and surveillance, fostering a strange and tense atmosphere. Abang feared he would be caught before he could even find his mother.
With a lingering gaze at his home’s window, he wished to rush into the house and throw himself into his mother’s arms as he did in his childhood, sharing a warm dinner with her. However, the watchful eyes on the street forced him to suppress this urge. Taking a deep breath and wiping away the tears at the corner of his eyes, he steeled himself and drove away from the neighborhood, swearing under his breath, "Damn them all, I will definitely come back!"
Unable to return home, Abang’s gaze reluctantly left his house's window, and he thought of his girlfriend Zhu Liying. Perhaps her home was the only safe haven available to him at the moment. Deciding on this, he changed direction and drove towards Zhu Liying’s place.
It didn’t take long, just ten minutes, and he was already at the base of Zhu Liying’s residence, a standalone three-story villa. The curtains of the living room on the first floor were drawn, but light from the wall lamps could still be seen. Abang parked the car in a small alley and, after ensuring there were no guards around, quickly slipped to the door and rang the doorbell.
Ding-dong, ding-dong, ding-dong.
The thick redwood door opened slowly, revealing a middle-aged maid. She was taken aback upon seeing Abang in dirty clothes with several wounds. “Who... who are you looking for?” she stammered.
Abang spoke in a hushed tone: “I’m looking for Zhu Liying. I'm her friend.”
The maid, observing his shabby appearance and sneaky demeanor, wondered how the young miss could have a friend in such a wretched state. She suspected him to be some shameless suitor and was about to shoo him away when a pleasant, oriole-like voice came from inside the house: “Aunt Wang, who is it?”
Recognizing Zhu Liying’s voice, Abang hastily called towards the inside of the house: “It’s me! It’s me!” Naturally, he dared not say his name in front of the maid due to his wanted status.
Huh?" Upon hearing his familiar voice, Zhu Liying in the house exclaimed. Donning a thin silk nightgown, she quickly ran to the door. She first froze upon seeing Abang, who looked utterly transformed. She could hardly believe how disheveled and miserable her boyfriend had become. Tears streamed down her face uncontrollably. "Is it really you... Abang! I thought I would never see you again... Please, don’t leave me again..." She threw herself into Abang's arms, her voice shifting from excitement to soft sobbing. It had been months since their parting in Xiamen, and now Abang buried his head in her thick, flowing hair, reveling in its fragrance, and tightly embraced her soft body.
Seeing that Abang was indeed Miss Zhu’s friend, the maid quickly ushered him into the house. Although they had been in a relationship for years, Abang had never entered Zhu Liying's house before and was dazzled by the luxurious and expensive decor, clearly showing the opulence of a wealthy family. Realizing that his girlfriend was undoubtedly a rich girl, a wave of excitement surged within him.
Seeing Abang’s astonishment, Zhu Liying hurriedly explained, "I never told you about my family because I didn't want to burden you with pressure. Actually..." She was unaware that Abang was secretly thrilled, thinking that landing a rich girl was a stroke of incredible luck. Those who separated love and wealth were either immature kids or pretentious fools. With this setup, he wouldn’t have to struggle for at least 30 years, gaining both love and wealth—how delightful! However, he pretended to be serious, slapping his thigh, saying, "What are you talking about? Money is but an external possession, not what I desire!"
Hearing this, Zhu Liying giggled and politely said to the maid, “Aunt Wang, could you prepare some food for my friend?” The maid, referred to as Aunt Wang, retreated to the kitchen, and soon a sumptuous dinner was laid out before Abang.
Having expended much energy with Lin Jing, Abang was famished. Since he was at his girlfriend's home, there was no need for formalities. He sat down on the chair pulled out for him by the maid and began eating voraciously, quickly clearing the plates and bowls on the table. Zhu Liying sat beside him, delicately eating just a bowl of bird's nest soup with her fingers poised elegantly. Abang, with a piece of bass in one hand and a chicken leg in his mouth, mumbled, “Is that all you’re eating?”
Zhu Liying gently touched her already slender waist and sheepishly replied, “I’m on a diet.”
After dinner, Aunt Wang came to clear the table. Zhu Liying hooked her arm through Abang’s and whispered into his ear, “Abang, let’s go upstairs...”
“What for?” Abang asked with a mischievous grin.
Zhu Liying glanced at Aunt Wang, her exquisite face flushing with embarrassment. In a softer voice, she said, “To play in my room...”
Hearing this, Abang, filled with lust after a full meal, almost floated with joy and obediently let Zhu Liying lead him up the stairs. Zhu Liying, walking ahead with her hand in Abang's, wore a nightgown made of soft, clingy material. The gown, suspended by two thin straps over her slender shoulders, highlighted her feminine curves, with her long hair cascading down her back. Underneath her flowing hair, the gown accentuated her full, round buttocks, creating a beautiful silhouette. Without even touching, Abang could sense the warmth and firmness of her buttocks, making them appear even more enticing through the silky fabric of the gown. She was indeed a knockout, capable of making any man's heart race. Although Abang could only see her back, Zhu Liying’s graceful and enticing figure provided him with unparalleled visual pleasure. At this moment, he felt extremely proud to be her boyfriend.
Entering the bedroom, Zhu Liying flicked on the lights and flashed a smile at Abang, “What do you think? My bedroom is spacious, isn’t it?” However, Abang, already restless and horny, wasn't paying attention to the room. He swiftly pushed Zhu onto her princess bed, causing her to let out a small gasp of surprise as her body instinctively tensed up. Like a hungry wolf pouncing on a lamb, Abang pressed his body against her delicate frame, their faces so close that he could clearly see every detail of her beautifully crafted features, their intimacy enhanced by her faint fragrance, stirring his senses. Without hesitation, he kissed her passionately, his hands exploring under her nightgown, caressing her slender and soft body, praising its suppleness.
Zhu Liying shyly hid under Abang, her breathing quick and heart pounding, burying her head as though to avoid his gaze. But Abang lifted her chin, captivated by her innocent beauty, and blurted out, “You are so beautiful!”
“Well… then kiss me…” she whispered, closing her eyes shyly. Her words, soft and silk-like, flowed into Abang’s ears, stirring him further. Unable to control himself, he embraced her tightly, kissing and licking her lips, fondling her soft shoulders with all his passion and desire, causing her to tremor with stimulation. As their kiss deepened, her body relaxed and began to respond, and she started to feel waves of tingling pleasure, her cheeks flushed, her breaths coming in short gasps, unwittingly stoking Abang’s desires.
Unable to hold back anymore, Abang gently pulled her blushing head close and started to remove her nightgown from her exquisite, beautiful, and soft body. As the gown slipped away, revealing her perfect upper body, her restrained breasts also appeared before Abang’s eyes. He laid her down on the bed, his hands gliding down her body, gently stripping away the nightgown completely, causing her to let out a surprised and worried cry, “Ah… no… please don’t…”
“Shh… don’t speak, close your eyes,” whispered Abang, his right hand gently massaging her ankle and moving upward, caressing her silky smooth legs, unable to keep his hands off her. His hands continued to explore, finally stopping on her full, smooth thighs, gently parting them…
Zhu Liying instinctively closed her legs, stopping Abang’s advance, putting a finger on his nose and playfully chiding, “No, no, no, you know premarital sex is against our Christian beliefs.”
Abang had heard this many times and had begrudgingly respected it for over three years. He was frustrated with these rules but perhaps due to the long separation, he had never desired her body as much as he did tonight. Whispering into her ear, with his breath ragged, he said, “Liying, I want you! Right now, okay?” She hesitated for a moment, then nodded her head after half a minute of consideration, but had one small request, “Can you turn off the lights? I’m… I’m a bit scared…”
“No problem!” Abang got up and turned off all the lights in a rush, almost ready to smash the bulbs in his eagerness. In the dim room, although he couldn’t see all the details of Zhu Liying's body, he could make out the silhouette of her curvaceous figure on the bed. Dripping with anticipation, he placed his hand on her thigh, feeling the warmth and softness, and couldn’t hold back anymore. He pounced, quickly pulling off her last piece of underwear, stripped off his clothes, and with his arousal pointed towards her wet, pink slit… Accompanied by a painful moan from Zhu Liying, he felt resistance after entering only slightly. Despite feeling sorry for her, Abang gripped her round, firm buttocks, thrust his hips forward, and penetrated her deeply.
"Ah! Ah! Abang... it hurts!" Zhu Liying suddenly experienced intense pain inside her, it being her first time. Despite being wet enough, the pain of her hymen being broken made her cry out. Abang's thick, erect member was tightly enveloped by her snug, contracting passage, fitting so tightly that it could hardly move. Between Zhu’s tender, pink lips, there was extreme stretching and a trickle of blood.
“I... can't take it... Ah~ Be gentle…” she whimpered, her body writhing, her long, smooth legs trembling, kicking weakly at the bed. Her small hands desperately pushed against Abang's broad chest as she tried to push him away. Her black hair, a messy curtain around her, framed a face that looked both fragile and exquisitely beautiful.
Abang knew he had to be cautious. While licking away the tears and sweat on her cheeks and kissing her bleeding lips, he temporarily stopped thrusting, gently grinding against her sensitive parts, easing the stretching pain.
Under Abang's tender care, the sharp pain Zhu Liying initially felt gradually subsided, replaced by a strange, wonderful sensation. It felt as if something were fluttering deep within her, gently touching and then retreating, leaving her feeling empty and frustrated. This indescribable sensation made her involuntarily moan softly. She started to hold onto Abang tightly, her hips moving subtly, pressing against him.
Gradually, as Abang continued to grind, Zhu Liying’s entire body warmed, and she became light-headed from the intensity of the sensations. She longed for Abang to be more aggressive but was too shy to voice it. Instead, she subtly moved her hips, hinting at what she wanted. Abang continued to grind for a while until he saw the longing in her eyes, her soft lips parted, and her throat emitting soft, enticing moans. He then spread her smooth, white legs and with determination, thrust forcefully. This time, he broke through all barriers, reaching the source of her femininity, striking the sensitive bud within.
This sacred palace, with all its doors now open, allowed Abang to move freely. He began to thrust gently but firmly, playing with Zhu Liying's sensitive body while kissing her earlobes, trying to maximize her arousal. Zhu Liying's body, fully stimulated by Abang, became even more aroused, unable to move. Her skin flushed, sweat forming between her breasts, and aside from panting and moaning, she couldn't react any other way. She seemed like a naked lamb under Abang's control, with her secret place overflowing, making squishing noises with every thrust. At this moment, her mind was completely lost in ecstasy, her fingers digging into Abang's back, and her legs wrapped tightly around his waist. The only thing on her mind was the intoxicating pleasure.
As Zhu Liying moaned softly, Abang increased the pressure between their bodies, gripping her round buttocks tightly, moving in and out of her until with powerful contractions, he finally released his hot, pent-up load deep within her. At the same time, Zhu Liying felt waves of contraction within, overwhelming pleasure rushing over her. With a moan mixed with pain and satisfaction, the classical beauty reached climax with Abang, together experiencing the ecstasy of intimacy.
Chapter Two
Both of them, still catching their breaths, lay entwined. Abang finally had a chance to tell Zhu Liying about his extraordinary adventures since leaving Xiamen. Zhu Liying, hugging Abang tighter, listened quietly and whispered softly in his ear, "Honey, just stay with me for a while, think of this place as your home."
"But what will you tell your parents?" Abang asked while stroking her hair.
"They are abroad and won’t be back for a few months..." she murmured, burying her head in Abang's chest again, "Please, don't leave me again, okay?"
Abang solemnly nodded. Although he was wanted and uncertain about what tomorrow would bring, he had no other thoughts at the moment.
After a while, they reluctantly parted. Zhu Liying sat up, realizing her face was still wet, she felt embarrassed and playfully hit Abang on the shoulder. When Abang saw the spots of blood on the sheets, he couldn’t help but smile broadly. Zhu Liying put on her nightgown, turned around, and smiled at Abang: "I’ll take a bath first, just hang around, but... don’t mess with my stuff, okay?"
Once she entered the bathroom, Abang started wandering around the room. The room, belonging to this rich young lady, was naturally exquisite and luxurious. There were several pictures of her dancing on the walls, and the desktop was filled with stuffed toys of bears, dogs, and cats. A faint fragrance floated in the air. Seeing a computer, Abang sat down and turned it on.
"Zhu Liying, what’s the computer password?"
"The initial letters of my name~" Her voice came over the sound of running water.
"Z, L, Y." Abang typed the letters, and the screen displayed a classical portrait of Zhu Liying in a mini Tang suit, holding a folding fan and smiling at him. Abang skillfully opened a website but immediately got a “server not found” message. "Shit, it’s blocked again. Everything’s fucking blocked here," Abang muttered angrily, turning off the computer.
Soon after, Zhu Liying finished bathing. She opened the bathroom door slightly, anticipating that Abang might try to peep, and warned, "No peeking." Abang had no choice but to face the wall obediently.
"Hand me the clothes from the wardrobe~" Zhu Liying half-opened the door and called from the bathroom, her voice soft and delicate.
"Which ones?" The wardrobe was surprisingly large, occupying a whole wall, filled with various clothes and neatly stacked underwear and stockings. Abang was dazzled by the array.
After a moment of thought, she sweetly said, "You choose for me. Whatever you pick, I’ll wear."
Authorized, Abang began sifting through the clothes, drooling slightly at the sight of the lingerie. He was overwhelmed by the variety of women’s clothing and accessories, handling each piece reluctantly before putting it down. After some rummaging, he selected a set of red lingerie, a tight red qipao (Chinese dress), and a pair of thin, stretchy nude tights. He passed them to her, and the bathroom door closed again. Soon, the sounds of fabric against skin emanated from within, stirring Abang’s imagination.
Finally, the bathroom door opened, and Zhu Liying, dressed, stepped out. The silky red qipao perfectly accentuated her delicate curves. The dress tightly wrapped around her, revealing a hint of her chest where the cloth parted, attracting Abang's gaze. Seeing his drooling expression, Zhu Liying covered the opening with her hand and laughed, "You little pervert, haven’t you seen enough?"
Abang awkwardly shifted his gaze to her stomach, appearing flat and soft under the qipao. The dress highlighted her vitality, her buttocks outlined subtly under the tight wrapping, revealing a hint of elasticity. Her perfectly proportioned waist and hips were displayed in their full glory, traits only a professional dancer like her could possess. Moreover, the dress was quite short, exposing her thighs when she walked. Encased in the nude tights, her legs looked long and beautifully shaped, firm and well-proportioned, exuding a subtle allure that stimulated Abang’s nerves.
"Why you all dressed up at home?" he asked, swallowing hard.
Stepping into slippers, Zhu Liying walked over to the mirror. "Forgot it's Sunday, huh? There's Mass tonight, can’t miss it. But I don’t feel right leaving you here alone. Come with me."
"Sure, I can use some time to atone for my sins."
"Absolutely not! You’re worth 5 million now, and plenty would love to catch you. Stay in the car, and don't show your face," she anxiously instructed, then added, "Wait for me; I'll be quick."
She sat down to blow-dry her hair until it was half-dry, keeping it healthy and smooth. After moisturizing her face, she meticulously applied light makeup and lip color, then adorned herself with jewelry on her ears, neck, and wrists. Checking her reflection repeatedly, she took nearly an hour to get ready. Abang waited patiently, thinking how troublesome it was for women to get ready. But seeing her transform into a radiant beauty, he felt extremely proud and happy, even making her a cup of red date tea for replenishment after their intimate moments.
"Thanks, hubby!" she laughed, finishing the tea and putting a red flower in her hair. Taking Abang's arm, they walked downstairs.
Opening a cabinet by the door filled with various women’s shoes and boots, Zhu Liying hesitated before selecting a pair of 10-centimeter high heels with butterfly knots, matching her qipao. Handing the shoes to Abang, she sat down, stretching out her stocking-covered legs, and coquettishly said, “Help me put them on~~”
Abang held the elegant heels, stealthily feeling the shoe surface. The red butterfly knot added a touch of girlish charm to the sexy heels. With a smile, he kneeled and gently slipped the shoes onto her feet, being careful not to hurt her. Her stocking feet slid into the heels seamlessly. Standing up, she stretched her feet in the shoes and tapped lightly on the ground, making crisp sounds. The heels tilted her body forward, accentuating her captivating S-curve and enhancing her overall appearance.
She grinned, “Never thought you’d be good at putting shoes on for girls. Guess this’ll be your job from now on?”
“Sure! I'll even help you put on your wedding shoes!”
Zhu Liying smiled sweetly, grabbed her Gucci bag, and headed out with Abang. Wearing heels made her slightly unsteady, and she leaned unconsciously on Abang's shoulder. He wrapped his arm around her waist and they got into a red Maserati. With a slight press on the gas pedal, the car sped out towards the church.
The historic church was located next to the lush Yuhuang Mountain. When they arrived, there was still an hour before Mass. Bored, Abang suggested, “Let’s take a walk on the hill~”
Zhu Liying stared at him, “Stop joking. Stay in the car while I attend Mass. If someone sees you, it’s over!”
“No worries,” Abang said, picking up a hat from the back seat and putting it on. “Cool, huh? Don’t I look like Miss Zhu’s bodyguard? Let’s go, I can’t sit still. If I don’t walk now, I’ll go crazy when you’re in there doing your Mass thing.”
Unable to dissuade him, Zhu Liying reluctantly got out of the car with him. To tease her, Abang grabbed her hand and ran up the hill, avoiding people arriving for Mass. As she ran, she urged, “Slow down! Slow down!” However, her feet didn’t slow down at all. Even in heels, she moved swiftly. Seeing she could keep up, Abang unconsciously picked up the pace.
They joyfully ran for about ten minutes until they reached a lush old locust tree halfway up the hill and stopped, panting. They had a panoramic view of the brightly lit Hangzhou city area, with even the calm waters of West Lake visible in the distance. They rested under the tree, enjoying the cool mountain breeze on their sweaty bodies.
“I’m...I’m old... can’t take it...” panted Abang.
Zhu Liying chuckled. “You’re just 27 and saying you’re old. I don’t want to marry an old man, you know.”
“You don’t get it. Haven’t been sleeping or eating well lately. When I do get a good meal, it's either poisoned or blows up. This crucifix you gave me has been protecting me. Otherwise, I might not be alive now.” As Abang spoke, he tried to take off the crucifix pendant Zhu Liying had given him, but accidentally scratched an old wound on his neck with the chain.
“Don’t touch it! It might get infected!” warned Zhu Liying, inspecting the wound, which was still not healed and had started bleeding again. “How can you be so careless? The assassin was ruthless, aiming straight for your life.”
“I’m still here, aren’t I? After I fought off the assassin that night, they never dared to show up again,” bragged Abang. But then, he suddenly froze. “Wait... how did you know I was attacked by an assassin?”
Zhu Liying stammered, “You... you told me...”
“When?”
“The next day in the dorm...”
“No, I didn’t tell anyone that day.” Abang clearly remembered not sharing the details with anyone to prevent worry and suspicion. He pressed on, “How did you know? Who told you? Liying?”
Zhu Liying’s mind raced. She had unwittingly revealed information she shouldn't know. Her heartbeat accelerated, and she hesitated before mumbling, “I...I just knew...”
Abang was also racking his brain, searching for every clue from the past. That day after he left the dorm, he had gone to look at the scene where Xiaoxiao’s body was examined. When he returned to the dorm, Monkey was already dead. Then he was taken away by Captain Bao and his men. During that time, he had never mentioned the person in black to her. However, the short, urgent “zhi-li-yi” sound Monkey had struggled to hum with his dying breath had been echoing in Abang’s mind, as if he was trying to say three syllables. Thinking of Zhu Liying now, Abang suddenly understood: Monkey’s throat had been cut, so he couldn’t speak normally and could only utter the first sounds of the killer’s name. The first sounds of Zhu Liying’s name were exactly “zhi-li-yi.” For Monkey to still be calling out her name in that situation, there was only one explanation…
Zhu Liying took a deep breath, exhaled, and with her back to Abang, she subtly nodded. This tiny nod made Abang’s head spin, struggling to reconcile this revelation with his memories of his beloved, sweet and gentle Zhu Liying.
“Why would you kill him? He didn't know anything!”
“Because he saw me taking the box from your drawer. I couldn't let him live,” replied Zhu Liying, her voice soft but chilling to Abang. “I didn’t expect him to momentarily regain consciousness and try to tell you who the attacker was.”
“You took a life just because he saw you with the box?” Abang said, fighting back his emotions. “He always considered you his best friend of the opposite sex!”
Zhu Liying just firmly nodded.
Feeling dizzy, Abang took a deep breath. “Is the T89 that important to you? Were you... were you the assassin who tried to kill me that night?”
Zhu Liying was startled. At this moment, looking at her delicate, frail back with its slender shoulders and narrow waist, Abang desperately hoped she would shake her head and deny it. But after a moment, she still nodded. Then she slowly turned around. Her beautiful, delicate face was expressionless as she looked coldly at Abang without saying a word. It was a bright moonlit night. The pale moonlight poured down on the cold, empty mountainside and also illuminated her gradually unfamiliar face. A few gusts of cold wind blew past, lifting a few strands of her hair across her forehead. The old locust tree’s leaves rustled, filling the air with an indescribable sense of eeriness and silence.
She sighed, her small, rosy mouth opening and closing as she began to speak slowly in a low voice. “At this point, it’s time you knew. I started working undercover at the school four years ago, all for the purpose of getting close to Professor Zhao and obtaining T89. Bang…” She paused with a gloomy look. “Bang, meeting you was an accident, but falling in love with you was inevitable. Don’t you remember that I only agreed to date you after you got into Professor Zhao’s graduate program? Being with you gave me many more opportunities to get close to T89. Although I disguised myself as the masked person that night, to be honest, I only wanted to take T89 back from your hands. I really didn’t want to kill you, so I’ve always felt guilty about injuring you. But you were very ‘cooperative.’ When you were taken away by the police on Ludao Island, you told me where T89 was hidden, so I got it without any effort. That’s why I switched the bags. So when Lin Yanni and the others caught me, what I handed over was actually a fake T89.”
At this point, Zhu Liying couldn’t help showing a trace of pride on her face. She walked half a circle around Abang. Her high heels stepped on the fallen leaves with a crunching sound as she continued, “Oh, right, and that cross necklace you’re wearing — it’s actually an electronic tracking and listening device. That’s how I, and my organization, knew almost all of your movements and conversations. Mm, perhaps by now you’ve guessed it. The flight attendant assassins on MU9104 were also sent by me, just like the ones you encountered at Ri Xin Company. The goal was to take the anti-gravity machine USB from your hands.”
Abang listened numbly. He never imagined that while he was undercover at Ri Xin Company, he had not only been manipulated and used by Lin Yanni’s side, but every move he made had been under her surveillance all along. No wonder Wen Yi, Ding Ting, and Chen Xuan had so easily seen through his identity! Everything about his past had been hidden from him. The most dangerous killer had been the person right beside him! And he had noticed nothing, had no chance to resist. He looked at the familiar stranger in front of him and said weakly, “I never knew you had so many secrets you couldn’t show anyone…”
She suddenly stopped with a look of loss, raised her head, and stared into Abang’s eyes. There was a faint trace of sorrow in her gaze as she slowly said one sentence to him: “Bang, accept reality. I am Green Swallow.”
Abang held his head and squatted on the ground, voicing the last doubt in his heart: “Why? You had so many chances to kill me, but you always used other people’s hands?”
Zhu Liying let out a sorrowful sigh and looked at Abang with tender affection. “I only wanted T89 and the anti-gravity machine USB. I didn’t want you dead. Even in the most desperate moments, I couldn’t bear to kill you with my own hands. People are not made of wood — how can they be without feelings? I am a woman with emotions too…”
“Ridiculous!” Abang spat and suddenly stood up. “Monkey treated you like a sister. What grudge did he have against you? Yet you killed him! You plotted against me step by step and tried to kill me, but using other people’s hands is no different from doing it yourself! I can’t let my brother die for nothing, and I definitely won’t let Green Swallow get T89. Liying, hand over T89 and then turn yourself in!”
"What? Turn myself in? Abang, you’re actually willing to have your own girlfriend turn herself in?" Zhu Liying was visibly shocked, her face displaying disbelief, followed by a cold, mocking smile. "What if I refuse? What can you possibly do to me, huh? Are you planning to go to the police station with me? Hehe..."
Abang was speechless. She was right. As a wanted fugitive, he had no way to do anything to her. At that moment, Zhu Liying took a step closer. Her expression turned gentle again. “Bang, at this point, no matter where you go, no one is your friend except me. Actually, we can work together to get the USB, then leave this place and go abroad to be together forever. Don’t you… want that?”
Abang took a step back. “It looks like the only option is for me to turn myself in and explain everything clearly.” As he spoke, he slowly backed up a few more steps and turned to head down the mountain. Zhu Liying’s face changed. She quickly chased after him a few steps and called out in alarm, “Bang, what are you doing?! Do you want to ruin us? Are you crazy?!”
Abang turned back and looked at her. “I already said it. I can’t let my brother die for nothing, and I definitely won’t let Green Swallow get T89. Since I can’t stop you, I believe someone else can.”
“You’ll lose me this way.” Her voice was trembling, and her face turned bright red.
Abang tilted his head toward the sky, his face completely indifferent. “Liying, I can’t be with a Green Swallow female assassin, and I definitely can’t be with someone who killed my own brother. You’re the one who lost me, not the other way around.”
The moment he finished speaking, this young lady who had been pampered and loved since childhood finally exploded. “You! You actually dare to leave me?!” The usually gentle Zhu Liying suddenly screamed, startling even Abang. He knew she was having one of her princess tantrums again. Her face flickered with uncertainty. In her anger, she stomped her foot hard. “You have no T89 and no anti-gravity machine USB now. You’re no longer my target. I have no need to kill you. I really don’t want to kill you anymore! I invited you tonight with good intentions just to accompany me to mass! I… I… wuuu…”
In her rage and heartbreak, Zhu Liying was already sobbing uncontrollably. Tears flowed from her watery eyes, sliding down her fair cheeks. She lowered her head and turned her body away, leaving only a pair of delicate, twitching slender shoulders facing Abang. Abang sighed. In the past, at any other time, he would have stepped forward to hug this frail girlfriend of his. But now he could only say calmly, “Accept reality. We are no longer on the same path.”
Zhu Liying laughed dryly a few times. Through her tears, a strange smile bloomed on her face. “So, you’re giving up on me?”
But Abang nodded numbly, extinguishing the last trace of hope in her heart and making her gradually drop her smile. She stood coldly in front of Abang. Zhu Liying took a few steps back in her high heels on the ground covered with autumn leaves. She leisurely pulled out two red folding fans from her Gucci bag, held one in each hand, and opened them with a flourish, naturally spreading them at her sides. A charming expression suddenly appeared on her face. Abang frowned, wondering why she was using fans on such a cold day, but soon he saw Zhu Liying slowly spread her arms, bend and straighten her legs, and strike a phoenix spreading its tail dance pose. Her whole body became energetic and radiant, sweeping away her previous frail image. After twitching the corner of her mouth, she finally said to him, ‘Bang, there has never been anything I couldn’t get. Don’t blame me.’”
Chapter Three
While Abang was still in a daze, Zhu Liying had already begun to twist her waist and dance gracefully, her petite body fluttering. Her feet in high heels no longer moved cautiously as before. Instead, they twisted and stepped freely on the ground. Every joint in her body seemed able to rotate 360 degrees, incredibly flexible. Under Abang’s dumbfounded gaze, her dance grew faster and more beautiful. Her curvaceous figure, accentuated by the graceful dance and her qipao, had expressive eyes and fluttering clothes, fully displaying the unique charm of a traditional woman. The pair of opened folding fans produced louder and louder whistling sounds as the dance accelerated, drawing arcs of cold light. Her entire body gradually became enveloped in a shadow of fans. The autumn leaves falling from time to time were silently cut in half the moment they touched the fan surfaces, then blown into the air by the fan wind. Abang was stunned. He had never expected the dance he was familiar with to produce such an effect, like a blooming red poppy flower — beautiful and enchanting, but also radiating a deadly, sinister aura.
Abang had never encountered such a gorgeous and formidable opponent. Recalling the fierce methods of the person in black that night, he regretted being a bit too arrogant earlier. He quickly sank his shoulders, dropped his elbows, tucked in his chest, and pulled up his back, secretly circulating the movement-stillness technique he had just comprehended from the four masters’ guidance. It looked like he would have to use his bare fists against her sharp weapons. Suddenly, Zhu Liying flipped the fan surface toward the bright moon. A ray of moonlight reflected onto Abang’s face. Abang reached out to block it, but then had a sudden thought — bad!
He heard Zhu Liying let out a delicate shout. With a tiptoe of her foot, she took advantage of Abang’s distraction and danced toward him at an extremely fast speed, aiming straight for his wrists! Abang was caught off guard and didn’t dare to block the blade-like fans with his bare fists. He hugged his head and ran backward, barely dodging the fans but looking extremely embarrassed.
Abang yelled as he ran. He never expected his girlfriend to try to take his life with her first move.
“If I can’t have you, I’ll destroy you.” Zhu Liying replied coldly. Taking advantage of Abang’s unsteady footing, two cold lights flashed again, drawing an arc from top to bottom, aiming straight for his Achilles tendons! Abang jumped with one foot. Before he could land, the two cold lights drew another arc from bottom to top, actually intending to meet at his throat! He was in mid-air with nowhere to hide. In desperation, he could only arch his neck and waist backward desperately. Even so, he still felt a chill at his throat. The fan surface had sliced off several layers of skin, only millimeters away from his windpipe. He had brushed past the gates of hell and barely made it back.
Abang’s face turned deathly pale with fear. Just as he was about to land and roll, slap! A piercing pain shot through his ribs. It turned out that while he was still in the air, Zhu Liying had already kicked him in the left ribs with her right foot. Knowing her strength was insufficient, this kick used the tip of her high heel to strike hard. Abang cried out and flew sideways, landing on the ground in a face-first sprawl.
Abang was terrified of those fans that seemed to grow right in front of his eyelashes. Ignoring the pain, he got up and scurried around like a rat. All thoughts of the movement-stillness technique and yin-yang technique were thrown out of his mind. But where was any trace of Zhu Liying around him? He looked around furtively and saw her standing far away, elegantly waving her folding fans and admiring his pathetic head-hugging, rat-like escape. She giggled nonstop. In the past, Abang had thought she was nothing more than an obedient, bird-like girlfriend whom he always pretended to protect. Today, in front of her, he was a complete weakling, toyed with by her like a pet. He immediately felt his manhood completely humiliated.
“Bangbang, my little Bangbang~” Zhu Liying put on the soft, intimate tone she used to have. “If I really wanted to kill you with my own hands, could you have lived until today? Don’t you understand my true feelings for you yet? How can you still bear to leave me?”
Abang touched the wound on his neck, licked it, and spat out a mouthful of blood. “Really? I don’t feel that way at all.”
Zhu Liying said gloomily, “I cooked for you every day, washed your clothes, dressed up for you. When you played ball, I sat on the side cheering for you… You said you liked women in qipaos, so tonight I wore one especially for you… Bang… Although I started dating you because of my mission, you were still my first love after all. How could I not want to spend the rest of my life with you…” She sighed slightly and continued, “In a relationship, not every secret is worth discovering. How nice it would have been
if you remained ignorant...”
Her expression suddenly changed. Her bright eyes shone as she spread both fans to her sides and deeply squatted down, striking a pose like a peacock spreading its tail. Abang vaguely felt this dance posture seemed familiar, but for a moment he couldn’t remember where he had seen it. While he was thinking, Zhu Liying kicked and twisted her high heels, leaping high into the air. Her body spun rapidly like a gyroscope toward Abang! Abang felt he had seen this move before too. In that slight hesitation, the folding fans slashed toward him. Abang quickly dodged, but his left arm was still cut by the fan’s edge, and blood flowed nonstop. After landing, Zhu Liying didn’t adjust. She twisted her high heels hard on the ground again, producing a harsh sound, and used the same move to attack, only faster this time! Abang finally recognized it. This was the first form of her “Phoenix Seeks Phoenix” dance — “The Phoenix Arrives.” But the graceful mid-air turn from the past had become a deadly whirlwind slash today. Cold light rolled toward him. It seemed there was nowhere to hide. Abang cried out inwardly, “Let’s gamble!” His body didn’t dodge or evade. Instead, he lay flat on the ground. Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh. The rapidly spinning Zhu Liying flew over Abang from above. The opened fans passed right over the tip of his nose, only cutting a little skin.
It turned out that back when Zhu Liying practiced dance, Abang had accompanied her countless times as a practice partner. He naturally knew the standard height for that mid-air turn — it had to be higher than half a person. That was why he had boldly tried it. Lying flat on the ground was the only safe spot against this move “The Phoenix Arrives.”
After two consecutive whirlwind slashes, Zhu Liying had also exceeded the human limit for controlling her center of gravity. Thud! Her high heels slammed heavily into the ground, and her body tilted backward slightly, concentrating all her weight onto the thin heels. Zhu Liying swayed for a moment before quickly regaining her balance. In a dance competition, this would have been a perfect move without losing points. But these high heels weren’t made for competition—they had endured too much pressure. Seeing that Abang had dodged her proud “Phoenix Arrives,” a flash of surprise crossed Zhu Liying’s face, followed immediately by a knowing smile. She immediately swung her fans again in a lightning-fast attack. Successfully dodging her move also greatly boosted Abang’s confidence. He stared intently at her every move and stance as scenes from their past dance practices kept flooding into his mind.
She moved lightly with graceful steps. Her high heels traced dazzling classical dance patterns on the ground as she floated toward Abang. After a feint, she suddenly turned, squatted, and leaned backward, thrusting the fans straight toward Abang’s abdomen—it was the seventh form of the dance, “Overturned Luan and Fallen Phoenix.” Abang recognized the move. His left hand followed the incoming force and pressed her fan-holding hands to the ground, bringing Zhu Liying down with them. His right hand habitually rested on her chest. Abang’s mind was filled with memories of practicing with her, and this intimate touch of hand on chest sent a warm current through his body. All their past moments came rushing back.
“Let go of me!” Zhu Liying cried out sharply. Her folding fans whistled through the air, drawing a cross right in front of Abang’s eyes. Abang, with his hand on her chest, was about to instinctively reach inside her cheongsam as he used to, but the whooshing sound beside his ear snapped him back to reality. He quickly released her and rolled away on the ground to dodge. Two deep gashes were sliced across his chest, immediately staining his shirt red with blood. His ear was almost cut off entirely. The sharp pain from these two wounds finally woke Abang from his daze: he might still be the same person he used to be, but Zhu Liying was no longer the person she once was. Now, she was a Green Swallow female assassin who intended to kill him with her own hands!
While Abang was still lost in memories of the past, Zhu Liying let out a sharp cry. Her dance suddenly accelerated. Her arms drove the folding fans in dazzling arcs as she spun and twirled across the mountainside strewn with falling leaves. Her silky hair and the hem of her cheongsam fluttered in the moonlight. She seemed to pour her entire being into the familiar rhythm of the dance steps, like a crimson phoenix reborn in fire, dancing wildly across the nine heavens. It turned out Zhu Liying had sensed that Abang had already seen through her dance forms, so she stopped chasing variations in her moves. Instead, she unleashed her full strength in a whirlwind of rapid dance, intending to slice Abang into pieces. The folding fans in her hands moved faster and faster. The fan blades produced a faint whistling sound. Each move came quicker than the last, and the wind they generated grew stronger. The sharp energy from the fan blades seemed to expand. Abang felt a biting cold. The fierce wind stung his face and hands painfully, forcing him to retreat involuntarily. “Phoenix Dance Across the Nine Heavens!” The four characters flashed through his mind. This was the final form of her dance, the signature move that had made Zhu Liying famous. Now, with two folding fans in her hands, she spun them wildly. The wind roared like angry waves. To her opponent, it felt like a small leaf boat caught in a hundred-foot flood, tossed up and down and swallowed by one towering white wave after another.
However, since Abang had recognized the move, he felt much calmer. The Tai Chi he had learned from the four masters finally came into play. Spotting an opening, his hands shot out after hers and clamped down hard on both of Zhu Liying’s wrists that held the fans. He pressed down with force. The fans in her hands immediately sank. When she tried to strike again, there was a noticeable delay. Though her figure was slender and delicate, relying entirely on the sharpness of her fans and the flamboyance of her techniques, her strength was no match for Abang’s much larger build. But Abang deliberately avoided her blades and struck at her weaknesses instead. Unable to use her fans effectively, she had no choice but to grit her teeth and pour in extra strength beyond her physical limits. She forced the extremely sharp fans into an exquisitely refined sequence. For a moment, her fiery red cheongsam twisted rapidly. The blood-red light on the fans rippled like a beautiful, delicate fire phoenix dancing right in front of Abang. The soles of her high heels scraped continuously against the ground with a harsh “screech, screech, screech,” mixed with the sharp tapping sounds of her heels striking the earth. Abang’s bare palms drew circles within this storm of red light. Every strike came out in an arc and returned in an arc. Each move felt like releasing a thin thread meant to wrap around Zhu Liying’s wrists. These threads accumulated more and more, forming tangled balls of silk that bound her wrists. Under the moonlight, fan shadows and fist shadows interwove. At first they were easy to distinguish, but soon the fans contained fists and the fists contained fans, merging into one inseparable whole.
Abang felt a secret thrill. He never expected that the basic Tai Chi foundation he had since childhood could look so proper after the four masters’ guidance. But this was largely thanks to him recognizing Zhu Liying’s dance moves; otherwise, he wouldn’t have been able to anticipate her attacks so quickly.
However, after over twenty moves, Zhu Liying’s fan techniques began to falter, seemingly growing heavier with each swipe. Occasionally, a swipe would lack power, and Abang would lead her in a circle. To Zhu Liying’s surprise, Abang had some real fighting capability; she had to use all her dance and fan techniques, changing and adapting them in myriad ways. Yet, Abang responded with simple circles, dull and even somewhat ugly, seemingly unstable in the wild dance, but effectively countering her exquisite, relentless fan dance.
The Phoenix Dance Across the Nine Heavens was extremely fast. After more than twenty moves, Zhu Liying’s fan techniques began to show signs of slowing. The folding fans in her hands felt as if they were growing heavier. Occasionally, when she swung a fan with insufficient power, Abang would drag it along and make her spin several extra circles. Zhu Liying was secretly surprised. She had heard Abang mention that he had been weak and sickly since childhood, so his father had forced him to practice the family’s Tai Chi. She had never heard that he could actually use it in combat. Now she had unleashed her entire lifetime of dance and fan techniques in a dazzling, ever-changing display. Yet Abang only responded with circles of various sizes, directions, and angles—monotonous to the point of looking clumsy. He seemed on the verge of collapsing under the whirlwind dance, but only the two people involved knew that these simple, blunt circles were completely suppressing her magnificent and endless fan dance.
Zhu Liying’s fan dance grew increasingly sluggish. Suddenly, her chest was wide open. Abang’s fists seized the opportunity and struck straight at her chest. Although his punch was far less powerful than Liang Jiutian’s Eight Extremes Fist, it was still enough to seriously injure a delicate woman. Unexpectedly, the blow missed completely. Zhu Liying’s unusually flexible waist arched backward. Her entire body bent like an arch bridge and supported itself on the ground. Then Abang felt a burning pain in his lower body. Zhu Liying performed a backflip. The thin heel of her shoe sliced along his calf like a scalpel all the way up to his inner thigh. Skin split and blood gushed out.
Zhu Liying landed steadily after the flip. Her body spun again and attacked at lightning speed. Abang was about to raise his fists to block the fans when her foot arrived before the fans did. With a sharp “sii—”, the pointed heel of her shoe carved another deep gash across his forearm, down to the bone. His left arm was temporarily useless.
Zhu Liying twisted her ankle, drawing the pointed heel in a semicircle on the ground, ready to deliver another lethal strike at any moment.
“Abang~~~” she whispered sweetly, “Just because you know my dance doesn’t mean you can defeat me~~~ You know less than one percent of the real me~~~ Thanks for these shoes you helped me put on~~”
Abang craned his neck to look. The thin heels of the red butterfly-knot high heels had sunk a full centimeter into the ground. With that single sweep, she had carved a crescent-shaped gash in the earth around her.
“Bang-bang, weren’t you the one who loved watching women’s high heels the most? Today I’ll let you look all you want. Let’s see if you’ll still have the heart to leave me.” Zhu Liying spoke in a sweet, coquettish voice. Suddenly, the two folding fans flew out of her hands—one in front, one behind, one high, one low—spinning with a fierce “whoosh, whoosh, whoosh” as they attacked Abang from both upper and lower paths! Abang had been focused on her deadly high heels and never expected the fans could be used like flying discs. What shocked him even more was that as the fans approached, they kept changing direction, like two cruise missiles equipped with terminal maneuvering, making it impossible to track their paths.
Abang quickly leaped sideways. His left shoulder and left leg were still struck by the flying fans. Blood splashed across the mountainside bathed in silver moonlight. He had barely avoided the fans and hadn’t even had time to check his wounds when he heard another “whoosh, whoosh” from behind. The two flying fans had spun back on their own! Abang no longer cared about appearances. He dropped to the ground in an ugly sprawl and narrowly escaped again. Zhu Liying’s silver-bell-like laughter rang out from above. “Abang, how do my flying fans compare to your flying knives?”
He looked up. Zhu Liying had somehow appeared right in front of him. She easily caught the fans, lightly swung her willow-like waist, and swept the heel of her left shoe in a red arc straight toward Abang’s throat! Lying on the ground, Abang truly had nowhere to dodge. He had no choice but to abandon defense and raise his left palm to protect his throat, taking the surgical-knife-like high heel strike head-on with his bare hand. His left palm was now useless along with his left arm. He struggled to push himself up with his remaining arm. Seeing Zhu Liying’s silk-stocking-clad leg coming at him again, he thought, “Hmph, how hard can one woman’s leg be?” He tried to kick her leg with his own, but midway through, her glistening silk-stocking thigh changed from a sweep to a stomp. Abang’s kick missed, and the heel drove deep into the flesh of his thigh. Tears of pain sprang to his eyes. Zhu Liying didn’t press the attack. She slowly pulled the heel out of his leg and confidently walked toward him. Abang didn’t dare make any reckless moves. Dragging his injured leg, he was forced to retreat step by step. He had thought that recognizing her dance would give him the upper hand, but he never expected flying fans and modified high heels to appear out of nowhere. He had never seen anything like this before!
Zhu Liying wiped the fine sweat from her forehead and said with a challenging smile, “Bang-bang, I’ve installed hidden spikes under the heels of all my high heels. By the way, Monkey was killed by these high heels of mine. His bones and tendons were completely severed.”
A surge of nameless rage rose in Abang. Before he could open his mouth to curse, Zhu Liying suddenly dropped low without warning. The heel of her right shoe scraped across the ground with a harsh screech. Then her thigh muscles tensed, and the heel shot up from the ground almost like it was sparking, slashing straight toward her opponent’s throat. This kick sent the hem of her cheongsam flying high, exposing everything underneath. The pink panties in the middle were faintly visible. Any ordinary man would have been distracted by this sight and ended up with his throat cut.
Unfortunately, this pair of red panties had also been personally handed to Abang by himself, so there was naturally no mystery left. His only usable right hand drew a circle and stuck to Zhu Liying’s incoming silk-stocking-clad calf. The Tai Chi force followed immediately, intending to redirect it elsewhere. Who would have thought that under this turn, it felt as if his palm had been coated with lubricant. It slipped straight across the smooth silk stocking. Zhu Liying’s calf shot out like a slippery eel from Abang’s hand and continued straight toward his throat! Who would have thought that Abang’s Tai Chi would be broken by something as soft as a silk stocking?
Abang awkwardly tucked his neck in like a turtle, sinking his chin down to protect his throat. “Sss—” Throughout the entire fight so far, not a single punch or palm from Abang had landed on Ye Ya. She had maintained her graceful and elegant movements the whole time. Everything about her that was soft and beautiful as a woman—folding fans, silk stockings, high heels—had all become her weapons. In contrast, Abang’s left hand was completely useless. His chin, throat, and chest were slashed open. Blood streamed down his thighs and calves. He had been forced to act like a dog and a turtle, looking utterly miserable. Everything he had learned in his life had been completely countered. Even if he had his flying knives in hand right now, his chances of victory would be slim.
“Abang, do you still think I’m just a weak girl now? Do you still think you’ve always been the one protecting me?” Zhu Liying suddenly asked Abang with a serious expression, a confident feminine light shining in her eyes.
Abang struggled to stay upright and said in realization, “You deliberately tortured me slowly like this just to prove you’re stronger than me?”
“I only appear weak on the outside,” Zhu Liying said, her eyes suddenly flashing with cold intensity. “As your girlfriend, I would be obedient and gentle, the envy of others. But as the person who wants to kill you, I will also thoroughly defeat my opponent. Since I was little, no matter what I do, I have to do it perfectly. That’s the nature of a Virgo girl. It’s just that you never wanted to truly understand me.”
Recalling Monkey’s gruesome death, Abang suddenly understood. “No wonder you cut all of Monkey’s tendons and bones one by one before delivering the final blow! You’re too cruel! Is this what you call perfection!?” He figured he was probably going to die for good today, but dying at the hands of the person he loved could at least be called dying under the peony flower—becoming a romantic ghost. Having thought this through, he felt much calmer. He stood up and said, “I guess I misjudged you. Just give me a quick death!”
“If I can’t have you, I’ll destroy you with my own hands.” A trace of sorrow flashed across Zhu Liying’s face. She raised her toes high again, gently pressed her heel down, and the thin heel scraped along the ground from behind her all the way to the front. Abang knew she was about to use her high-heel technique again and instinctively protected his throat. Unexpectedly, Zhu Liying’s folding fans struck first, still using the Phoenix Dance, but her high heels followed immediately after. The arcs drawn by the thin heels perfectly filled the gaps in the dance. The fans and high heels alternated constantly, complementing each other from front to back, filled with the whooshing of fans, the whistling of sweeping legs, and the scraping of high heels twisting on the ground. Even if Abang dodged the fans, he couldn’t avoid the high heels. This combination of dance and leg techniques was completely beyond Abang’s expectations. In tonight’s battle, he had come to understand Zhu Liying far more than in the past three years. Seeing the inescapable storm of fan shadows and heel light coming at him, Abang had no way to dodge. But his right arm still stubbornly reached out to block. The moment it touched her wrist, there was a sharp cracking sound. “Ah!” Zhu Liying screamed. Her body tilted to the side and she tumbled to the ground in a flurry of limbs?
Chapter Four
Abang looked at Zhu Liying on the ground in confusion. She instinctively clutched her left ankle. Her eyes narrowed into slits. The muscles on her fair cheeks bunched upward in what looked like an expression of pain. Looking at the black suede high heel on her left foot, the heel had broken off. The bottom of the thin heel glinted silver under the moonlight. It must have been reinforced with titanium alloy or something similar, with sharp edges ground all around. No wonder it made such loud sounds when she walked, and no wonder it was so sharp. When he had helped her put on the shoes earlier, he had been too focused on her delicate silk-stocking feet and had thought the steel plate in the sole was just normal high-heel decoration. He had never expected this.
“Good!” While Abang was still stunned, a sharp cry came from behind him. A black shadow suddenly leaped out from the grass! Abang thought it was coming for him and quickly dodged, but the shadow was actually heading straight for Zhu Liying. With a cascade of long, flowing black hair tumbling down over her shoulders, a pair of slender, cold weapons had already appeared in her hands. What a familiar scene. Abang rubbed his eyes. It was indeed Ye Ya! She drew the Emei spikes from her hair and turned them into two streaks of lightning, stabbing straight at Zhu Liying’s forehead.
“You?!” Zhu Liying was extremely shocked to see Ye Ya suddenly launch an attack, just like Abang. But her movements remained agile. She raised both legs and spun them in a circle, arched her supple waist, and straightened up. She opened both fans above her head. Clang! The Emei spikes struck the fan surfaces with a metallic clash. Abang, who was not in the thick of it, finally saw the truth clearly. It turned out the fan surfaces were made of thin, refined steel plates. No wonder they were so sharp. Ye Ya’s attack missed. The Emei spikes in her hands moved with perfect control, continuously striking at Zhu Liying from all directions.
“Who exactly are you? Why are you here?!” Zhu Liying blocked the spikes with her fans while angrily questioning her.
Ye Ya didn’t answer. She simply thrust her Emei spikes rapidly, like ten thousand needles flying at once, covering Zhu Liying completely. Zhu Liying’s left heel was broken, so she stood unevenly, her steps becoming unsteady. She was almost fighting Ye Ya from the same spot. But her martial skills were clearly superior to Ye Ya’s. Even so, the two were evenly matched, neither gaining the upper hand.
At this moment, Zhu Liying’s heart was filled with mixed feelings and deep regret: She had worn these high heels tonight that were completely unsuitable for fast dancing. Earlier, she had been too focused on slowly beating Abang into submission. As a result, the soles had worn down too much on the ground, and the heel had broken at this critical moment! Thinking of this, she fended off Ye Ya while rubbing her silk-stocking foot inside the high heel. As long as she could take off both high heels, her exquisite dance steps would naturally return.
Ye Ya saw through Zhu Liying’s intention and shouted to Abang, “Quick, attack her together! Don’t let her take off her shoes!”
Abang circled behind Zhu Liying and joined Ye Ya in a pincer attack. He kept cursing nonstop, “Ye Ya, you damn girl! You only show up when I’m about to die!”
“Shut up…” Ye Ya pressed the attack relentlessly, now completely on the offensive without defending, not giving Zhu Liying a single moment to remove her shoes. “In terms of techniques, a hundred of you still wouldn’t be her match. Strength is her only weakness…”
Strength? The first thing Abang thought of was his fists. He immediately glared, swung his fist, and smashed it toward Zhu Liying’s back. It looked like it was going to pierce straight through her heart. Bang! His fist smashed into a steel plate instead. His knuckles immediately swelled bright red. He screamed in pain. It turned out Zhu Liying had already opened her fan behind her back, creating an iron wall.
“Ye Ya, you set me up!”
Abang rubbed his fist furiously, cursing nonstop. Ye Ya had also repeatedly seen her Emei spikes about to pierce Zhu Liying’s body, only to be blocked every time by the opened fan. As the saying goes, hands are two doors. Zhu Liying’s folding fans were two iron doors, protecting her entire body without a single gap. Ye Ya was also greatly shocked. She had been watching from the side for a long time but had never noticed this defensive capability. She could only blame Abang for not giving Zhu Liying enough trouble, so her defensive techniques had never come into play.
The corner of Zhu Liying’s mouth curled into a cold smile. “You watched for so long and still didn’t see it? Bang-bang, you actually brought this bitch to ambush me? Hehehe, how wonderful!”
But Ye Ya had no choice. She could only disregard everything and attack wildly with her Emei spikes. Unfortunately, Zhu Liying’s folding fans could both attack and defend. Even standing in place, the two remained evenly matched. After Ye Ya’s frenzied attack of more than ten moves, she suddenly slowed her strike, leaving her chest wide open. Zhu Liying seized the gap. Her eyes, hands, and fans moved as one. The closed fans shot straight toward the center and stabbed into Ye Ya’s breasts. By the time Ye Ya brought her hands back to defend, the fans had already sunk four or five centimeters into her chest! Ye Ya abandoned her spikes and used both hands to desperately grip Zhu Liying’s fan-holding wrists, forcibly locking the fans in place inside her breasts. Blood kept overflowing from the wounds and streaming down her black clothes. Zhu Liying’s strength was naturally no match for the sturdier Ye Ya. She tried pulling a few times but couldn’t extract the fans. Looking at Ye Ya’s face twisted in extreme pain, a cunning, strange smile suddenly flashed across it!
Zhu Liying’s heart jumped. She immediately understood that this desperate woman was using her own body as bait to trap her hands. No matter how she pulled, Ye Ya refused to let go. Plus, Zhu Liying’s strength was already inferior. Her hands were clamped like iron vises and fixed in front of Ye Ya’s chest! Ye Ya was staking her life. Through gritted teeth, she called out with difficulty, “Abang! Quick…”
Zhu Liying felt a chill pierce straight through her heart. Instantly, a rare ferocious light appeared in her eyes. She viciously twisted the folding fan half a circle inside Ye Ya’s breast. Ye Ya could no longer endure this bone-piercing pain. Her hands finally loosened. Zhu Liying was about to hurriedly pull her hands back when suddenly, a person squeezed in between her outstretched arms in place of Ye Ya. Under the moonlight, the newcomer’s face was solemn, his eyes blazing with fury. In his right hand he held a long, slender hard object and thrust it with all his strength toward her left chest!
The newcomer was Abang.
Zhu Liying’s hands moved like lightning, abandoning the fans to defend. Even at such a short distance, she still managed to block Abang’s right hand in front of her chest. Looking closer, the long, slender hard Abang pressed the heel forward with his right palm, pushing desperately. His feet kept advancing, leaving Zhu Liying no room to maneuver. Zhu Liying was already struggling to walk in her broken-heeled high heels, and walking backward was even harder. She stumbled and fell flat on her back. Abang took advantage of the momentum and pressed down on top of her. Using this pressing force, he drove the heel another two centimeters into Zhu Liying’s chest. The bottom of the heel was now pressed against the silk cheongsam on her chest.
Zhu Liying was pinned beneath Abang. Her hands were raised to her chest, desperately pushing against Abang’s right hand that was driving the heel. The two of them were pressed flesh to flesh, face to face, one on top of the other, lying on the ground. All the martial arts techniques they had learned in their lives were now useless. The only thing left to compete in was raw strength.
“Take it away… take it away… take it away…” Zhu Liying let out short, low moans from beneath Abang. Her face carried a slight angry flush, like the shyness she showed the first time Abang had embraced her. Right now she had to hold her breath to resist Abang’s downward pressure. She didn’t dare cry out loudly, fearing that if she let out a breath, she would be pierced straight through the heart.
Abang dragged his heavily injured left hand and pressed it on the back of his right palm, then added his own chest weight on top. The full weight of his body was now added to the heel, increasing the pushing force by more than 150 pounds. He forced the heel deeper into Zhu Liying’s left breast. Zhu Liying suddenly felt the pressure on her hands surge. The sharp heel sank down fiercely another two centimeters and pierced her bra. Her tender body could already feel the stabbing sensation of the hard object. Zhu Liying was now lying flat on her back. Her hands used every ounce of strength to push against the edge of Abang’s right palm. She couldn’t twist her waist or push off the ground for leverage. She could only rely on the strength of her fair arms to resist the full weight of Abang’s body. Her face flushed bright red. The veins on her slender neck bulged. The muscles on her chest and abdomen were tensed to the extreme. Her well-trained dancer’s thighs were slightly bent, but the arches of her feet inside the high heels were stretched straight.
Zhu Liying was, after all, a petite woman. Although her combat skills were outstanding, she was ultimately limited by her physiology. In terms of strength, she was far inferior to the tall and sturdy Abang. Even though she pushed with all her might, the sharp heel still advanced slowly but steadily. “Sii—” A very faint sound. The sharp tip hidden at the bottom of the heel had pierced through her bra. The cold bottom of the heel pressed against her burning chest, tapped a few times on the tight skin of her breast, then plunged in, creating a small wound. Several thin streams of blood immediately overflowed from the tiny opening but were quickly absorbed by the sponge in her bra.
Zhu Liying felt a sharp sting in her left breast, like a mosquito bite, and it seemed as though a strand of vital blood was squirting out, dampening her bra. She immediately looked down and saw the high heel that had once outlined her feminine curves, piercing through her skin and continuing to advance towards her heart! In an instant, it felt as if a bucket of cold water was poured over her, chilling her from head to toe, her dense, long hair pricking her scalp like countless needles, causing a tingling numbness. She closed her eyes and, with her hands, desperately tried to push away Abang's right palm, her soft facial flesh bunching upward, her mouth corners stretching widely to both sides, blood constantly rushing to her head, making her face as red as a ripe apple.
“You… you killed Monkey… like this that night?” Abang was also holding his breath and pushing down with all his might. He could only squeeze out a few words between gasps. As he spoke, the heel advanced another few centimeters. The wound on her breast grew larger. The previously thin trickle of blood now flowed like a red cloth hanging from the top of her breast. Her bra could no longer absorb any more blood. The still-warm blood from inside her body began to flow down her breast, seeping out of the bra and trickling onto her pure, jade-like skin.
Zhu Liying felt the heel mercilessly stabbing into the breast she had always cherished and protected. The sharp bottom pierced through the fibrous tissue and fat inside her breast and continued downward without hesitation. She went crazy with urgency and fear, hating herself for not being able to put the strength from her hair into her arms. Her two feet kicked and thrashed alternately on the ground. The leather heels of her shoes produced dull thumping sounds as they hit the earth. She began to crave life, hoping Abang would spare her. The familiar, melodious voice of a yellow oriole squeezed out from between her clenched teeth in broken gasps: “Don’t… uh… I’m sorry… I’m sorry… don’t… uh… don’t…”
“You’ve done too many evil things… I can only destroy you from the flesh!” Abang recalled the scene of Monkey’s miserable death. A nameless grief and anger surged wildly in his heart again. He twisted his heavy body with force, determined to drive the entire long heel into Zhu Liying’s heart.
Zhu Liying refused to give up even the slightest chance of survival. She opened her rosy cherry lips. Her pink tongue trembled slightly between her white teeth. In a weak voice, she pleaded, “Bang… spare me… uh… please… husband… spare me… husband… uh uh… I love you… I love you…”
“But you didn’t spare Monkey! You didn’t spare me!” Abang shouted angrily as he pressed down on the heel like a thousand-pound weight. The heel had already pierced through her breast and inserted into her chest cavity from between her ribs. Even more blood flowed out. Fresh red spread across the purple cheongsam, as if a blooming flower had opened on her left chest and was gradually expanding. Zhu Liying had been pampered since childhood and had never suffered such piercing pain. She had never even dreamed that one day she would have to leave this world. She quickly squeezed her shoulders inward, as if this could slightly slow the heel’s stabbing pressure and ease the pain inside her body a little. Her voice trembled as she moaned, “Uh… uh… don’t… please… take it out… uh… take it out… husband… take it out…” She even blew on the heel from time to time, as if ridiculously trying to blow it away even by a single millimeter.
“Where is T89?!”
“I… don’t… know…” Zhu Liying’s voice was clearly trembling now. The heel advanced inside her chest cavity bit by bit. The ten-centimeter-long heel gradually sank into her delicate body. The stabbing pain kept spreading deeper into her. The fear of death kept spreading throughout her whole body. She trembled nonstop. Beads of cold sweat hung on her face and kept forming new ones. Her palm pressed against Abang’s right hand was slick with sweat. Staring as the heel sank into her body millimeter by millimeter, the bottom of the heel pointing straight at her heart, her mind had already turned into complete chaos. The muscles in her fair arms were stretched to the point of nearly snapping, aching terribly. But in her mind, she kept repeating firmly to herself, “I won’t die… I won’t die… I won’t die…”
Zhu Liying’s heart suddenly thudded. Her wildly beating heart seemed to touch the tiny bottom of the heel. It felt like a huge bell ringing in her brain. Her entire being exploded. Her cold sweat poured out even more heavily. Her face turned a deep purple. Her body began to twist violently. From between her clenched teeth, she forced out three words: “I hate you!”
Suddenly, Abang let out a long roar. Zhu Liying felt Abang’s weight on her increase dramatically. The hard, cold heel accelerated toward her heart and pierced through her heart wall in one thrust, like a dagger completely embedded in her ventricle! “Ah!” Zhu Liying felt the blade pierce her heart, the pain twisting unbearably. It was as if a powerful hand had firmly gripped her heart and then clamped down on her entire body. The expression on her face became extremely exaggerated the moment it pierced her, but it quickly froze there. Her hands gave up resisting and instead pressed tightly against the wound where the heel had pierced. Her previously tense chest, abdomen, and thighs instantly went limp. Her whole body collapsed like a deflated balloon, leaving only faint tremors.
Abang pressed down on Zhu Liying’s body, feeling her soft, cotton-like delicate frame trembling beneath him as usual. He looked at her originally beautiful but now extremely twisted face in pain. Her face was deathly pale. Her small mouth, painted with light pink lipstick, had curved into a huge O-shape, but she could only make gurgling sounds in her throat. Her desperate eyes were filled with glistening tears, staring at him in utter shock, as if she still couldn’t believe he had actually driven that lethal heel into his girlfriend’s body. He couldn’t bear to let her continue suffering. With a hardened heart, he twisted the heel hard. The heel turned a deadly circle inside her heart. Zhu Liying’s head jerked to the side as if electrocuted. The tender flesh on her delicate face twisted. Her cherry-like small mouth kept trembling. Abang could feel her breathing suddenly become faster and faster, just like when she had given herself to him for the first time. A wave of pity surged in him. He lifted her from the ground and pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly against his chest. He covered her fragrant lips with his mouth, giving this woman who was about to die in extreme pain one last bit of warmth.
In Abang's arms, Zhu Liying was as soft as ever, feeble and boneless, like holding a pillow. Her warm breath continuously blew into Abang's mouth, carrying her distinctive exotic scent. The dying Zhu Liying, in her daze, realized Abang was tightly embracing and passionately kissing her. Driven by a lover’s instinct, she, too, tried to reach out to hug Abang as she always had, but her arms were so weak and stiff, utterly unresponsive to her brain's commands. And so, Abang held and kissed Zhu Liying, feeling her soft and delicate body gradually transition from trembling to spasming, until it gradually stilled. After a short exhalation, Abang could no longer feel any warm breath from her mouth.
Abang reluctantly ended the kiss with Zhu Liying and let her lean quietly against his chest. He wiped away the cold sweat and tears from her face. With mixed emotions, he gazed at the dead Zhu Liying. This snow-white, paper-pale face was still exquisitely beautiful. Her jade-carved, delicate nose seemed to still radiate her classical temperament from when she was alive. Her thin eyelids covered the innocent eyes he remembered. Her carefully groomed long eyelashes rested shyly against her eyelids, just like when she was sleeping—so quiet and peaceful. Her slightly parted cherry-like small mouth looked as if it could open at any moment to speak to him again.
The pure white moonlight shone on her dead face. All her innocence, quietness, elegance, sensuality, cunning, ferocity, contempt, pride, terror, and pain had disappeared, leaving only calm and peace. Abang couldn’t help leaning closer to her delicate, refined cheek. He brushed aside her hair. “I’m sorry, Liying.” After giving her a deep, affectionate kiss, he gently laid her corpse flat on the ground amid the rustling autumn leaves.
Chapter Five
“Abang…” Ye Ya’s weak voice called out from behind him. Abang turned to look and saw Ye Ya slumped on the ground. Blood was pouring from the wound on her chest. Her lips had turned iron-gray. In order to pin down Zhu Liying’s folding fans, she had used her own body to trap her opponent. She no longer had the strength to save herself. Abang quickly crawled over to Ye Ya’s side.
“Hey, four-eyed bean sprout girl, you’re not going to die, are you?”
“Jinx!” Ye Ya glared at Abang and raised her hand to hit him. But as soon as she lifted it, a sharp pain tore through the wound on her chest, and her hand fell back down.
“You’re wounded in the chest. If you don’t stop the bleeding, you really will die. If you die, I’m not burying you!” Abang pushed Ye Ya down onto the ground. He grabbed her collar and ripped it open to both sides. Damn, beneath the black bra was a pair of full, towering breasts with a deep cleavage, but they were already dyed bright red. Blood was still gushing out.
“What are you doing! How dare you!” Ye Ya’s face turned red. She quickly covered her chest with her hands.
"I'm bandaging your wound. Even at this time, your mind is still so complicated~" Abang disregarded Ye Ya's resistance, forcibly prying her hands away, then took off his own jacket, tore a few strips of cloth, and simply began to bandage Ye Ya. As the fabric was layered over the wound, Ye Ya turned her face to the side and bit her lip to keep from making any sound.
While Abang stared at Ye Ya's beautiful chest and bandaged her, he asked, "Tell me, how did you escape from Wuyou City?"
"The day after I helped you escape, I took advantage of Wuyou City not being fully locked down yet and hid under the chassis of a long-distance truck to pass through the checkpoint," Ye Ya spoke, her expression revealing a sense of resolve. "I told you, catching this little vixen won’t be so easy."
"So how did you get to Hangzhou?"
"Sigh~" Ye Ya sighed, "Dumbass, Ding Chunqiu pinned the crime of stealing the T89 on both of us. Now we are the same, both wanted criminals. Where else could I go, huh? Honestly, a perfectly good situation, all ruined by you... Ah!" Abang tightened the cloth around her chest forcefully, causing her to yelp in pain.
"All you know is to blame me, blame me. If it weren’t for me, you'd still be locked up in Wuyou City Hospital being experimented on as a mental patient!"
"I was caught and taken to Wuyou City because of you in the first place! Okay, okay, I came to Hangzhou to find you, to find the real T89 and clear our names. After all, you were the first one to handle it; I thought you would know more than me," Ye Ya buttoned up her clothes, pointed weakly at Zhu Liying's delicate corpse on the ground, and said, "Since she was the one who switched the bags, the real thing is probably hidden on her body… Now, I don’t need to teach you what to do, right?”
Abang naturally understood what she meant. He stood up and walked step by step toward Zhu Liying. He circled the delicate corpse once. The woman who had moved as swiftly as a cunning rabbit earlier now lay with her eyes tightly closed and her hands obediently at her sides, peacefully flat on the ground under the moonlight. She looked like a sleeping beauty. Only the heel that had killed her was still deeply embedded in her left chest, leaving a small opening in her cheongsam. Blood overflowing from the opening had soaked the surrounding fabric and was still spreading. On her straight jade-like legs, the ultra-thin, ultra-sheer flesh-colored pantyhose and the small, exquisite red butterfly-knot high heels which Abang had personally handed to her and put on for her. Only one shoe was now missing its heel. The two folding fans that had caused everyone so much trouble were now lying quietly and harmlessly beside her lifeless feet.
After staring at the corpse on the ground for a while, although he was entirely unwilling to let her endure the indignity of being stripped after death, he had no choice but to force himself to personally search her corpse, as the crucial T89 could very well be hidden on her.
He respectfully knelt on one knee at the foot of her delicate corpse, cradled her calf in his hands, and with a gentle push at the heel of the high heel, just as he had done when he personally put them on for her that evening, removed the enchanting high heels from her smooth, stocking-clad delicate feet. He held them in his hands, checked the insoles, saw no sign of the T89, and then neatly placed them beside her face, rendering these shoes unable to harm anyone ever again. With his childish heart still intact, Abang grabbed the tips of her pointed, thin silk-stocking feet and twisted her ankles a few times. The delicate, petite silk-stocking feet obediently twisted in circles in his hands. The joints were still extremely flexible. “Dancers really are different!” Abang marvelled, his hands sliding along the smooth path of the stockings, enjoying the softness and elasticity provided by the stockings and beautiful legs, all the way up to the crotch of the delicate corpse under the cheongsam skirt. His fingers found the waistband of the pantyhose, gently pulling down the pair of stockings he had personally chosen. As the stockings were peeled off inch by inch, Zhu Liying’s crystal-clear, jade-like snow-white tender legs gradually became exposed under the moonlight. The skin on her legs was so flawlessly white that not even a single discoloration could be found, almost every vein visible through the skin. Even though he had seen them countless times, each sighting still involuntarily made him lick his lips.
He sneakily glanced behind at Ye Ya, who was staring at him with a highly shocked expression, as if she was looking at a pervert. He too thought that behaving so obscenely in front of a woman was indeed shocking. He cleared his throat and, with a stern face, unbuttoned her collar, pulling it apart slightly to reveal a slender and fair swan-like neck. The heart-shaped necklace he had bought for her as a birthday gift a couple of years ago still warmly clung to her chest. He continued to fully open the collar of the cheongsam, revealing the bright red bra underneath. The terrifying bloody hole in the bra cup was still oozing blood, although part of it had started to clot. Abang gently pressed it, and more blood and fatty tissue were squeezed out; he gripped the heel with his fingers and pulled it out forcefully, the delicate corpse jolted upwards before falling back down, and again, a stream of blood surged out from the wound, dyeing the bra even redder and somewhat crimson-purple. After pulling the delicate corpse's arms out of the cheongsam one after the other, he stepped on the hem of the dress on both sides, wrapped his arms around the upper body of the corpse, and then slowly stood up, gently pulling Zhu Liying’s exquisite, smooth little body out of the dignified yet sensual red cheongsam. Wearing only her underwear, she was placed back on the ground by Abang.
Abang shook and squeezed the small cheongsam in his hands, then rummaged through her Gucci handbag as well. The small bag only contained lipstick, eyebrow pencil, a comb, spare pantyhose, and some snacks. There was truly no trace of T89. Could it be inside her underwear? “Sorry, baby,” Abang muttered to himself while apologizing out loud. He gently removed the bra and panties from the delicate corpse’s body as well, squeezing and checking them thoroughly before confirming they were just a normal set of women’s underwear with nothing hidden inside. Abang scratched his head, completely baffled. At this point, he had no choice but to do a thorough check. He steeled himself and meticulously checked every single detail of the delicate corpse’s body. He spread Zhu Liying’s legs apart, used his hands to open her tender, moist pussy lips, and peered inside under the moonlight. It was dark inside. He inserted a finger and gently probed a few times, but found only soft, still slightly wet inner walls. Abang then flipped the delicate corpse over, pressed both hands on her firm, round, slightly protruding peach-shaped ass, and spread the two tender ass cheeks outward. He pressed his eyes almost right up against her ass and looked inside. Her anus was also completely empty. The only thing there was the familiar eight-petaled chrysanthemum tattoo drawn on the inner side of her thigh.
Abang patted the corpse’s perky ass, stood up, and shook his head at Ye Ya in disappointment.
“No, that’s not right,” Ye Ya said thoughtfully. “Everything she did was to obtain T89. She would never let something so important leave her side for even a moment. We must have missed something…” She looked at the high-heeled short boots on her own feet, then compared them to the heel stuck in the delicate corpse’s chest. Suddenly she said, “That’s not right. Normally, the heel of a woman’s shoe is nailed firmly to the shoe body. It wouldn’t come off this easily, especially for high heels belonging to a rich young lady like Zhu Liying. I think there must be something fishy here.”
She had Abang help her over to Zhu Liying’s high heels. She picked up the broken heel that had been pulled from the corpse’s body and examined it closely under her eyes. She discovered that the originally solid heel had been artificially hollowed out, with a small rolled-up piece of paper stuffed inside. She quickly pried it out with her long fingernails, unfolded it, and saw that it was indeed covered in various chemical equations. Abang recognized it at a glance as the very sheet of paper Professor Zhao had entrusted to him on her deathbed—the T89 formula! Ye Ya giggled. “This little girl deliberately pulled out the heel, hollowed it out, and nailed it back on just to hide T89 inside. Naturally, it wasn’t as sturdy as before. It ended up breaking tonight. She really brought this on herself.”
Abang could only smile bitterly. What else could he say? He simply took the T89 back from Ye Ya’s hands and put it into his own pocket. He would absolutely never let anyone else keep something his mentor had entrusted to him.
He somberly looked back at Zhu Liying who was lying alone on the ground, her naked chest smeared with blood. Her flowing, soft long hair was occasionally whipped across her face by the mountain wind, and a few dry, yellow fallen leaves had also been blown onto her snow-white, tender skin. She looked so lonely and desolate. The body that had lost its life gradually grew cold and unfamiliar in the autumn night breeze. His eyes reddened. He walked forward in a daze a few steps and placed his hand on the delicate corpse’s neck, feeling for a pulse that no longer existed. He didn’t know whether to feel happy or sad. Although she was the main culprit who had killed Monkey, and everything she had done was simply to obtain T89, they had still shared an unforgettable three years together. He had grown used to her gentleness and thoughtfulness. In his heart, he had more or less already seen her as his future wife. And his instincts told him that during that moment of warmth and passion tonight, she had given him her first time with no ulterior motives. Now, watching her step by step fall into death until this very moment—her delicate corpse lying exposed, the beauty gone—he felt an inexplicable sense of loss filling his thoughts. A ridiculous idea flashed through his mind. He pressed his palm on her chest a few times, then, after hesitating for a moment, pressed his mouth against her pink lips and tried to perform artificial respiration.
“It’s too late!” Ye Ya kicked Zhu Liying’s ankle, which had fallen open into a V-shape, with a strange expression. “Look at her. She’s already like this. There’s no saving her.” As she spoke, she pointed at Zhu Liying’s lower body. Between the delicate corpse’s legs, a thin stream of pale yellow liquid was slowly and shamelessly seeping out from inside her body. It carried the warmth from within the corpse. In the cooling night, it still seemed to give off heat. Once this process started, it was hard to stop. The stream of urine seemed endless, continuously flowing out from the small hole. The originally tiny wet spot on the ground was rapidly expanding, gradually soaking the entire patch of soil between her legs. The cup of red date tea Abang had prepared for her to nourish her body had also completely flowed out along with this death-induced incontinence.
Seeing Zhu Liying, who should have been pure and clean, now dead in such a messy and foul state, Abang couldn’t bear it. So, dragging his leg, which she had injured, he carried the delicate and gentle corpse to behind the old locust tree and gently placed it on the rock where the spring water fell, allowing the sweet, clear mountain water trickle down and wash over her soft, flower-like delicate body. The delicate corpse lay motionless on the large rock with her neck tilted back, as if enjoying the sensation of the water rushing against her. Abang extended both hands and began carefully and gently washing her jade-like body. Her silk-smooth skin was extremely fine and delicate. His palms felt almost no resistance at all when touching her. Her entire body slid as smoothly as soapstone. With one gentle push on her soft, flat lower abdomen, his hands slid up to her full, rounded breasts. He gently rubbed and massaged them, washing away the congealed blood.
He turned the corpse over under the small waterfall and carefully wiped her flawless, beautiful back. Her shoulder blades were small and delicate, and her finely carved shoulders also adhered perfectly to the traditional aesthetic standard for women. When he placed both hands on her shoulders and rubbed them together, an overwhelming feeling of tenderness for something so delicate and precious welled up in him. No wonder he was utterly captivated by this back view in the past. After wiping her back for a while, Abang pried her wonderful, small peach-shaped buttocks as far apart as possible, letting the water cleanse the girl’s private area, washing away the traces of her final loss of control. Abang’s gaze never left Zhu Liying’s body. He knew that every second he looked now was one less he’d have. His hands continued to move on her unblemished torso, smoothing out the faint marks left by underwear on her back and waist, and after washing her white, soft legs, he began to wash her feet for the delicate corpse. This pair of delicate and fragrant feet had not been deformed by wearing high heels for a long time and were still as beautiful as white jade, with the seductive arch of a young girl's foot. The blue veins under the tender white skin were particularly striking, and under the washing of clear water, her feet became even more translucent and exquisite. The ten neatly arranged, delicate toes were like freshly sprouted buds, tender and shy.
Abang gently lifted the delicate head of the beautiful corpse -- he was not going to overlook any detail of her -- placing it under the clear spring water for a full fifteen minutes, until every single detail and every pore had been thoroughly and repeatedly rinsed clean, washing away all indecency from her body, tenderly washing her face, caressing it, even washing inside each ear, cleansing away tear tracks and any skincare or makeup that had been applied. The exquisite, sculpture-like beauty of this face remained stunning even without any adornments, revealing an elegantly refined beauty under the moonlight that
The ice-pure jade body that took one’s breath away, this flawless ice sculpture with not a single imperfection, now lay naked like a saint on the large mountain rock. Her dancer’s slender figure was exquisite and curvaceous—slender where it should be slender, full where it should be full—still carrying a hint of the spring water’s sweet fragrance. Her poetic, pure, dreamlike, mysterious, and classically graceful temperament still made Abang infatuated.
Abang carefully examined her from head to toe. Aside from the terrifying wound on her chest, the beautiful corpse’s entire body was snow-white and translucent with almost no discoloration. If one had to find even a single flaw on her body, it would only be a small scrape on her heels—the marks left by wearing high heels.
Abang could not resist. He pinched her dainty nose as if to admonish her, lamenting, "Why did it have to be you, Lu Yan...sigh..." He lifted a handful of Zhu Liying's cherished long, black hair, which, once wet, felt like a fine piece of satin in his hands, wet and silky. The water trickled down, and accidentally, it swept away the red flower in her hair, which fell into the rushing stream below, like a duckweed carrying past affection, washed away never to return again.
Abang moved the tender corpse to a rock, allowing the autumn wind to slowly dry the dew on the body. He looked around and finally chose to dig a hole under an old locust tree, using the steel folding fan she had left behind. Seeing what happened to Xiao Xiao, he was unwilling to let other men touch this tender corpse again. Positioned with its back against Yuhuang Mountain, facing the ancient city of Hangzhou, with an open terrain and tinkling spring water, it was indeed a rare and geomantically auspicious place.
While digging, he turned his head and glanced at Ye Ya. Ye Ya stared blankly at Zhu Liying’s delicate corpse. Although she had been badly injured by her, at this point she only said lightly, “The dead deserve respect. Let her be buried properly.”
The refined steel folding fan was both incredibly sharp and exceptionally sturdy. Not only was it a deadly weapon, but it also made an excellent tool for digging pits and shoveling soil. Abang was very familiar with Zhu Liying’s body shape. After working for half an hour, he had dug a suitably sized pit under the tree, large enough to accommodate her 162 cm tall frame. However, he deliberately dug the pit very deep—almost twice as deep as the hasty grave he had dug for Chen Xuan. He picked up the clothes, shoes, and stockings stripped from the delicate corpse, intending to dress her again. At that moment, Ye Ya interjected coolly, “Even your girlfriend said you don’t understand women. It seems you really don’t understand anything. Do you think women are comfortable wearing these bras and high heels? Their whole bodies are tightly bound and extremely uncomfortable. Let her go with some ease”. Abang thought about it and agreed. So he only wrapped the delicate corpse in the small cheongsam, treating it as her burial shroud, so she could leave with at least some dignity and not be buried naked.
Gazing at the bottom of the pit filled with soil and small stones, and realizing he would never see Zhu Liying again, the reluctant attachment in his heart grew even stronger. Every gentle expression and every caring word she had ever spoken now seemed profoundly precious in his mind. He held the delicate corpse wrapped in the cheongsam for a long time, unable to bring himself to place her in the pit. Seeing Abang still standing there dazed while holding the wrapped corpse, Ye Ya understood his internal struggle. She gently placed her hand on his shoulder and said in a low voice, “Abang, she’s already dead. This is just a corpse. There is no longer a person named Zhu Liying in this world.” Abang shot her a glare. Ye Ya sighed and continued, “We don’t have much time. Let go… Believe me, the best thing for her right now is to be buried quickly and sent on her way peacefully.”
Ye Ya spoke with rare seriousness. After listening, Abang silently nodded. He lifted Zhu Liying's delicate corpse and carefully placed it in the pit, ensuring she lay straight at the bottom. He lifted the cheongsam to take one last look at her. The relaxation of her muscles after death smoothed all expressions on her face, and under the moonlight, she appeared very serene and peaceful, like a saintly sleeping beauty that one would not bear to disturb. The pearl bracelet and crystal earrings were still worn on the corpse, and Ah Bang did not remove them. He also re-tied the cross pendant around the delicate corpse's neck, returning it to its rightful owner. Then, he took off his own jade pendant and hung it on the corpse's head, overlapping with the cross pendant. He positioned her hands crossed over her chest, clutching these two most intimate ornaments of the two tightly, "Sleep well." He kissed the corpse's forehead and then re-closed the cheongsam. He also placed the underwear, pantyhose, Gucci handbag, and red bow high heels that he had taken off the corpse, and that he had personally chosen for her when she was alive, at the bottom of the pit as her burial objects. He also picked a large bunch of bright wildflowers and placed them on the shroud outlining her delicate body, making Ye Ya a bit jealous, “Look at you, acting all dazed and confused, but you’re actually quite romantic with women.”
Abang, indulged in his world, had no mood to pay attention to her. Holding the folding fan and hesitating to throw the dirt, he, without a doubt, knew no matter how reluctant he was, what lay before him was, after all, a lifeless corpse. After a fleeting moment, it would soon decay and deform, being eroded by nature until it turned into a puddle of mud and dissolved tracelessly. This was an irresistible natural process; nobody could prevent it, and he definitely couldn’t possess it forever. He lifted a lock of the female corpse’s hair, feeling it in his hand; it was still as soft and smooth as when she was alive. So he used the folding fan to cut off a small section, tied it with a thin string, and placed this part of her body that she had cherished most in life into his shoulder bag. This was the only thing he could take from the corpse.
Ah Bang, having stored the lock of hair, muttered to the sleeping beauty beneath the shroud, "Sorry Li Ying, I can only leave you here... Sigh!" After hesitating for a moment, he finally steeled himself, shoveled a scoop of earth with the folding fan, and slowly, with closed eyes, sprinkled it into the pit. In the night, halfway up Yuhuang Mountain, under the old locust tree, only the rustling sound of mountain wind brushing through the branches and the sandy sound of dust being sprinkled on the shroud could be heard. Abang scattered the dirt slowly, as if each shovel was extremely heavy, and it took a long time to fill the deep pit. Zhu Liying was buried deep underground, forever unknown to anyone. A fresh mound concealed a glamorous corpse, the jade-like appearance now blurred into oblivion, a generation's beauty woman turned into a slightly raised, humble little mound of earth under the old locust tree
At this moment, the sounds of the Mass ceremony’s singing began to waft from the church at the foot of the mountain, deep and solemn, but in Abang's ears, it sounded more like a funeral song played for Zhu Liying. Accompanied by gusts of chilly mountain wind, which not only swept up the dust on the ground but also the dead leaves, covering them over the small mound, the leaves seemed to sorrowfully leave the familiar land, being taken to an unfamiliar realm. Ye Ya, covering her wound, comforted from behind, "Living as splendid as summer flowers, dying as serene as autumn leaves, Abang, look ahead, look at these fallen leaves. They change from green to yellow, from prosperity to decay, and finally settle on the earth, circulating endlessly in the cycle of nature, isn't it also a return of life?"
After hearing this, Abang’s furrowed brows slightly relaxed. He picked up a leaf and put it in his shoulder bag. "Rest in peace, Li Ying, I will come to see you again," he told himself in his heart, closing his eyes and, with a hardening of resolve, turned around.
After giving Zhu Liying a "best" ending, Abang and Ye Ya, supporting each other, headed down Yuhuang Mountain.
“Ye Ya, now that T89 is back, we should quickly hand it over to the relevant authorities to clear our names,” said Abang.
Ye Ya thought for a moment and shook her head, "No, no, to my knowledge, Ding the old thief's power has spread to Hangzhou. Xu Si Duo, eager to latch onto power, has long become Ding’s dog. With 'official' having two mouths (Chinese expression, meaning officials can't be trusted), if we hand it over locally, I’m afraid we’ll solidify the charge of stealing T89."
"So, we can't hand it over, nor can we not hand it over. What...what should we do?"
"Right now, I only trust General Shen Chengzhi. He is my immediate superior and the only one who can contend with Ding Chunqiu and prove our innocence. It's just a pity that he is in the capital city and we are in Hangzhou..."
"That's not difficult, just make a call~" Abang didn’t think twice before responding.
Ye Ya knocked on his head, angrily and helplessly said, "Don’t you think, if Shen sends me to Shanghai, how could Lin Murong know in advance? I'm sure that there are Ding’s spies around Shen. I'm afraid before we see Shen, Ding Chunqiu’s pawns will have arrived."
"What do you mean?"
"Unless we personally go to the capital and hand T89 directly to General Shen," Ye Ya spoke with a weighty tone, and added another sentence afterward, "But the premise is, we can live to leave here and reach the capital. I think, once old thief Ding finds out his T89 is fake, his pursuers will be dispatched quickly. We... we better make sure we can stay alive first."
Abang felt a chill run down his spine. He originally thought that after escaping from Wuyou City to Hangzhou, he could at least find some safety. Little did he know, it was just moving from one iron curtain to another, especially now that they had a piece of T89 and a warrant on their backs, becoming everyone's target. Compared with Ding Chunqiu’s formidable forces, the two of them were just a couple of monkeys in the palm of the Buddha, living today without any assurance that their heads would still be attached to their necks tomorrow.
He sat blankly on the ground, looking at the bright moon above, thinking of his elderly mother alone at home and his own life hanging by a thread, finding it difficult to calm down for a long time. After a while, he finally spat out a sentence: I want to go home.
At the same time that Abang's train reached Hangzhou and encountered Lin Jing on that afternoon, an Il-76 transport plane slowly landed at Hangzhou Airport. The airport had been temporarily cleared in advance, welcoming this transport plane from Wuyou City with a highly solemn and guarded protocol.
Seeing the plane about to land, Lin Murong asked a casually dressed, fair-faced, long-haired beauty next to her, "Little sister, how were you so sure he'd return to Hangzhou?"
The fair-faced beauty gently smiled, gazing at the laptop on the small desk before her, saying, "He studied in Xiamen for seven years and went home fifty-two times. Psychologically, that's a classic case of the homing pigeon syndrome. He doesn’t have any relatives or friends in other domestic cities, and he doesn't have money on him. Generally, criminals of this type have a 73% chance of slipping back to their hometown. Also, he left the U City Hospital at 8:14 pm, after which there was just a train to Hangzhou from U City. So, calculating comprehensively, there's a 96% chance he’s in Hangzhou now.”
After hearing the analysis, Lin Murong nodded with a smile, "Hehe, you are such a bookworm, always loving to analyze this and that. But it’s really a pity. If we had found our expert - you - a bit earlier, we could have caught him live on the train. Now, it's like finding a needle in a haystack, quite a headache indeed."
Gazing at the densely built Hangzhou urban area outside the window, the fair-faced beauty said dreamily, "This is even better. The harder the problem, the more I like it. In the face of science, they have no secrets.”
Lin Murong mysteriously chuckled, "I heard that you’ve known Abang for a long time. You don't have feelings for him, do you?"
“For such a smooth-talking, shifty bastard, I have absolutely no interest.” The fair-faced beauty responded coldly, swiveling her laptop screen towards Lin Murong as she spoke, "This is what I’m interested in."
Lin Murong leaned in toward the screen. In addition to dozens of photos of Abang from different periods, the screen was filled with dense data:
"Age: 27, Height: 180cm, Weight: 75kg, Fat Content: 13%, Chest Circumference: 110cm, Single Arm Length: 70cm, Bench Press: 95kg, Squat: 140kg, Grip Strength: 54kg, Right Fist: 120kg, Left Fist: 92kg, 100m Sprint: 11.8s, Power Composite: 72, Endurance Composite: 80, Agility Composite: 88, Speed Composite: 80, Skeletal Muscle Development Complete, Maximum Potential Enhancement: 26%."
"Skills: Tai Chi, Proficiency: Unknown, lacks attack power, ineffective against tenacious opponents. Throwing knives, Proficiency: 92, 80% probability of carrying one knife, 20% for two, 0% for more than two, Right-hand accuracy: 97%, Left-hand accuracy: 35%, no rapid-fire capability, accuracy drops by 80% when both feet are off the ground, palm slightly relaxes and gaze locks on target before drawing the knife. Shooting, Proficiency: 10, Accuracy: 0, aims anywhere but the target, never counts ammo.”
“Personality: Values loyalty, gluttonous and lustful, has no resistance to leggy, stocking-wearing, high-heeled beauties, but remains cautious; merciless to those who pose a threat to his life but merciful to those who don’t.”
"Family Genes: Ancestors were Ming Dynasty warriors; his grandfather took part in the Northern Expedition and later settled in Hangzhou as a civilian; his father taught Abang Tai Chi, giving him some combat genes."
In the "Behavioral Habits" column, all sorts of Abang’s habitual actions were recorded, including various physical features before kicking, punching, and dodging, and even his preferred sexual positions. The details were exhaustive. Lin Murong marveled as she read, "I didn’t realize you gathered all that data to compile this!"
Nonchalantly typing on the keyboard, the fair-faced beauty said, “This is merely laying out the problem. How to solve it is another matter.”
The plane steadied at the gate, the cabin door opened, and Lin Murong, adorned in a brown fur shawl and brown thigh-high boots, was the first to disembark. Under the bright southern sunlight, she, accustomed to the smoggy weather of U City, instinctively shielded her eyes and casually donned her sunglasses. Following her were a group of attendants carrying large and small bags, all filled with Lin Murong’s clothes. This beauty-conscious female officer almost brought her entire wardrobe and shoe cabinet with her. The fair-faced beauty exited last, wearing a casual knit sweater and jeans, her backpack casually slung over her shoulder. She seemed out of place amid the formidable troop. However, her elegant scarf and unique way it was tied still showcased her taste. Wearing her headphones, she trailed behind, nonchalantly looking around.
Hangzhou's chief official, Xu Siduo, had been waiting on the spot for a while. Seeing the superior officer arriving, he hurriedly scurried over with a little trot.
"Hahaha~~ Welcome Colonel Lin to Hangzhou to inspect and guide our local work~~" Xu Siduo's face was piled with sycophantic smiles, revealing big yellow teeth. He stooped over, extending a hand towards Lin Murong like a groveling dog.
It was not yet bitterly cold in the south, and the winter sun shone on her expensive mink shawl, seemingly making her a bit warm. She glanced at Xu Siduo, muttering, “They say the scenery is beautiful and pleasant in the south. Finally, I can take off these cumbersome, bulky coats~” She shrugged, gracefully removing the mink shawl, and hung it on Xu Siduo's outstretched hand like it was a coat hanger, revealing her perfectly contoured body, basking in the bright sunlight.
The old slicker Xu Siduo, very astute, reverently took the mink shawl with both hands, bowing and nodding, saying: “Colonel Lin is naturally beautiful, a heaven-made match. Look, the sun came out as soon as you arrived!”
Lin Murong gave a slight smile, passed by Xu Siduo, and headed straight towards the airport exit.
Wagging his tail behind her, Xu Siduo licked his face and ingratiatingly said: "Colonel Lin, you've traveled a long way for official business, enduring the hardship of the journey. Uh, I have prepared some light refreshments at the Lou Wailou, to express my admiration for you.”
Lin Murong nodded satisfactorily, "A simple meal is good, don't exceed the prescribed hospitality standards~"
"Indeed, indeed, plain tea and simple food, plain tea and simple food." Xu Siduo was ecstatic inside and hastily agreed, nodding like a pounding garlic.
Outside the airport, over a dozen Audi A8s were already parked. Xu Siduo personally opened the car door for Lin Murong and watched her twist her waist and crawl into the car. The attendants also got into the cars one after another with the help of the reception staff. Only the fair-faced beauty alone called a taxi. Seeing this, Lin Murong quickly ran down from the car, grabbing the window of the taxi and anxiously asked: "Sister, where are you going?!”
The fair-faced beauty continued to stare at her laptop and without turning her head, she said: "You guys go ahead, I'm not interested in that."
"Why are you like this?!”
"I think I’ll go back to the hotel and study for a while." With that, the fair-faced beauty urged the driver to move, leaving Lin Murong alone at the airport exit.
Seeing the fair-faced beauty's independent and aloof demeanor, Xu Siduo's small eyes turned quickly: unexpectedly, there was someone in the team who didn't give Lin Murong face, surely an extraordinary person. And an extraordinary person is, of course, someone he should seek favor from! Xu Siduo, immersed in the bureaucratic sea for decades, understood instantly and stooped over, cautiously inquiring: "Colonel Lin, forgive my boldness, may I ask who that beautiful woman leader is..."
Lin Murong looked at the self-concerned taxi leaving, sighed, and spoke with a bit of helplessness in her tone: "She's my sister, Lin Yani, a double Ph.D. in electronics and bio-reactions from Germany, and also the youngest researcher at the Wuyoucheng Research Institute. She'd just hole up in the research institute all day if she could. I doubt she'd ever get out if I hadn't tricked her into thinking there was a big problem here. She's a total bookworm, so Mr. Xu, please don’t be surprised."
Chapter Two
That night, in a top-tier, splendid private room at Hangzhou’s Louwailou, Xu Siduo, along with the reception office director Bai Chihe and others, sat around a table with Lin Murong. The table was filled with a rich variety of exquisite dishes, both from land and sea, a visually vibrant and continuous stream of culinary delights. Xu Siduo, busily playing the hospitable host and fervently proposing toasts, had downed dozens of glasses of Maotai, his face flushed and his speech slurring. Meanwhile, Lin Murong, evidently not too keen on the Hangzhou cuisine, merely sampled a few dishes, opting to put down her chopsticks under the pretext of dieting.
A drunken Xu Siduo, getting carried away, thought to himself: this Lin Murong, being the top aide to Ding Chunqiu, cozying up to her could pave the way to becoming one of Ding Chunqiu’s people. Career skyrocketing would be a matter of course! On this impulse, he slipped from his chair, kneeling down in front of Lin Murong’s shiny leather boots, declaring fervently, “Colonel Lin has always been generous to this humble official, and I have long admired Colonel Lin. Today is the luckiest day of my life! I beg Colonel Lin to take me as your sworn brother. I am willing to serve Colonel Lin, toiling like an ox and a horse, always following your lead...”
Xu Siduo, considerably older than Lin Murong and meeting her for the first time, made a ludicrous spectacle of himself with his absurd proclamation, prompting concealed snickers from the others. Lin Murong, having spent a long time in the bureaucratic world, knew the ins and outs of these games. She helped Xu Siduo up, smiling knowingly, “Hmm~ then you must perform well in Hangzhou, okay~~ hehehe.”
Seeing that Lin Murong quickly agreed, Xu Siduo was overjoyed, tears streaming down his wrinkled cheeks in a bizarre mix of joy and sorrow. Lin Murong changed the topic and asked, "Director Xu might know, my trip to Hangzhou is to apprehend the wanted criminals Abang and Ye Ya. Reliable information indicates that at least Abang is already in Hangzhou. What are Director Xu's countermeasures?"
Xu Siduo took his seat back, swaying a bit as he gave his report, “After receiving the warrant, I paid high attention, immediately giving instructions to swiftly investigate suspicious persons, closely monitor the families of the fugitives, and ensure the safety of the public. Also, the key public security personnel have established a ‘Sweeping and Subduing Leadership Team Office,’ and relevant departments have also activated emergency plans...”
“So you mean you don’t know where he is?” Lin Murong impatiently waved her hand, cutting off Xu Siduo’s bureaucratic drivel, “I never expected much from you guys anyway. There are always brave souls under a heavy reward; I’ve specifically recruited another two individuals who will assist you all.”
Lin Murong’s words made Xu Siduo quite embarrassed, but seeing she was alone, curiosity piqued, “Uh—Sister Lin, why not invite those two to join us as well?”
Lin Murong crossed her legs, gently shaking her booted foot, smiling, “They’ve already arrived.” Afterward, she merely smiled and said nothing more.
Xu Siduo listened respectfully on the surface, but internally, he was calculating vigorously: though capturing the fugitives was crucial, it was after all an official duty. More imperative was to ensure the safety of Colonel Lin and her sister. Failing to capture the criminals might be considered incompetence, but if anything went wrong with these two beautiful visitors from Wuyoucheng while in Hangzhou, a single fit of rage from Ding Chunqiu would be unbearable for a low-level official like himself. The priorities were clear: the primary task was to cater to and protect the sisters; the capture and all, were uncertain affairs. As Xu Siduo oscillated between various thoughts, his face shifting from red to white, Lin Murong, observing all, saw through these flatterers’ schemes, recognizing them as a bunch of insincere, sycophantic officials. They needed a few hard knocks.
At this moment, the door to the private dining room was pulled open, and a male waiter pushed a food cart in. Seeing a woman still sitting at the table, he was slightly taken aback, but soon calmly said, "Sir, your order of stewed Liaoning ginseng with millet for seven."
Xu Siduo lasciviously glanced at the waiter, and realizing that it was a male waiter, he flew into a rage, "Bastard, have all the women in your hotel died?!"
The male waiter bowed his head, not daring to reply, and quickly placed the pots of Liaoning ginseng on the table. Xu Siduo continued to swear non-stop, "Even your fingers are so thick, it’s disgusting to look at! Get your manager in here for me!" As he was about to continue his tirade, the waiter suddenly changed his expression, lifted a pot of Liaoning ginseng, and threw it at him, shouting, "Corrupt official! Time to die!" In the midst of speaking, his right palm transformed into a sharp claw, furiously swiping towards Xu Siduo's plump head. It was Chen Changtai.
Luckily for Xu Siduo, he was drunk and wobbly, and his head happened to sway to the side, avoiding the lethal grab. "Thud!" A bursting sound, like a watermelon being smashed, resonated as the Dragon Claw Hand grasped onto the head of the white-winged crane sitting beside him. The bird's brain splattered, and it passed away before swallowing a mouthful of Maotai liquor. "Assassin~~ There's an assassin~~" Xu Siduo, scared to the point of pallor, and defecating and urinating in his pants, sobered up quite a bit and tried to crawl under the table with his butt poking out.
"Where do you think you’re going, corrupt official!" Chen Changtai’s veins bulged on the back of his hands, both claws reaching straight for Xu Siduo's back, aiming to rip him apart. However, a flicker appeared before him – the beautiful woman who had been sitting there now stood between him and Xu Siduo. Suddenly, he felt a metallic chill around his fingers as the woman held them with her own – hers encased in a pair of iron gloves.
With a snap, Chen Changtai's fingers were uniformly broken by the iron gloves. The woman released his useless fingers and, with a whoosh, thrust her left hand into Chen Changtai's eyes. He screamed in agony and just as he was about to respond, he was met with a powerful kick to his waist, breaking his spine and leaving him curled up against the wall. Unable to move, he shouted, "Who are you?!"
The woman proudly stated three words: "Lin Murong."
Smash – the door to the private room was violently kicked open, falling flat on the carpet inside, and a man and a woman rushed in. It was Liang Jiutian and Chen Bixia. They had been ambushed outside and upon hearing Chen Changtai's scream, knew something had gone awry and hurried to assist. Liang Jiutian yelled, "Hold on, Brother Changtai, we're here!" Seeing Lin Murong guarding Xu Siduo, he mistook her for Xu Siduo’s newly hired female bodyguard. He leapt onto the table, fists flying towards her.
Xu Siduo, with a face as white as a sheet, scampered under the chair where Lin Murong had been sitting, screaming, "Mama, save me~~"
Liang Jiutian’s fierce punches made Lin Murong’s hair flutter slightly. Lin Murong grinned, "Not bad, Bajiquan, but it’s still just fisticuffs." She met him with her own punches and, upon impact, a sound of bone cracking ensued. Looking at Liang Jiutian's hands, both fists were smashed by the iron gloves, swelling like steamed buns. In shock and anger, before he could yell out in pain, Lin Murong shouted and, before anyone could see how she moved, landed an iron fist in Liang Jiutian's chest. His speed was beyond ordinary, and after spitting out several mouthfuls of fresh blood and retreating more than ten steps, he fell to the ground. His chest had been indented by Lin Murong's punch. Despite his exquisite martial arts skills, he was a man in his sixties, and this rapid, powerful blow was not something he could survive.
As Liang Jiutian was instantly killed by Lin Murong, Chen Bixia was protecting Chen Changtai. Looking at her brother, blind and fingerless, she was enraged. Knowing that Lin Murong possessed a pair of stone-splitting, jade-shattering iron gloves, she dared not confront her directly. Thus, she clapped her palms together, immediately turning them into dozens of serpent-like shadows rapidly revolving around – the move ‘Thousand Snakes Emerge’ produced what appeared to be hundreds of hands before one’s eyes, filling one's view with numerous serpentine, tricky hands, creating a super-high frequency palm strike speed that left the opponent unable to see the attack’s origin. She was fast, but Lin Murong was faster. In a blink of an eye, Chen Bixia's snake-like arms were suddenly caught from the myriad of palm shadows by Lin Murong in a flash. When she tried to withdraw her arms, with several cracks, her arms were broken into two sections and she passed out next to Chen Changtai's feet.
At this moment, three gunshots rang out from outside the hotel. After a short while, two guards dragged a blood-soaked blind man into the private dining room and threw him onto the floor, lifeless. It was Cheng Guanchen. One of the guards reported, "Reporting, a suspicious individual disguised as a beggar was discovered outside. He was shot and killed on the spot for resisting arrest. We lost five men."
Xu Siduo, who had just been severely frightened and whose pants were still wet, saw another bloody person on the ground and wet his pants again out of fear. Lin Murong looked at him disdainfully and scolded, "Minister Xu, it seems that your security work is not done well enough, allowing so many assassins to get to where we are dining?"
Upon hearing this, Xu Siduo was terrified, hurriedly knelt, and walked on his knees to Lin Murong, smacking his own face while nodding like pounding garlic. Lin Murong hmphed, had people splash Chen Bixia with cold water to wake her up, then walked over to Chen Changtai, who had become a paralyzed person. She lifted her high-heeled boot, pointed the sharp heel at his chin, and gently tapped her shoe sole on his nose, "Speak, who else is your accomplice?"
Chen Changtai laughed a few times, coughing up quite a bit of blood, wearing an expression of resigned obedience.
Lin Murong, smiling, turned her head towards Chen Bixia and asked, "Or would you like to say?"
Chen Bixia, with her arm severed, was being held by two tall guards, constantly cursing and demanding Lin Murong to let her brother go. Upon hearing this, Lin Murong was even more amused. She began moving her heel, dragging it across Chen Changtai’s face, “I will count to three. If you don’t confess who else is your accomplice, I will...kill your brother, okay?”
“Demon woman, if you dare, kill me now! Xia sister, your brother will go first!”
“One...two…” Lin Murong counted leisurely. The heel that was pressed against Chen Changtai's face was slowly moved to his forehead. She gestured to the guards to turn Chen Bixia’s head towards her feet, forcibly opening her eyelids to watch how her brother was being tortured. Seeing that neither was confessing, when she counted to three, she suddenly stomped down without warning. With a squelching sound, the sharp heel penetrated Chen Changtai's skull, nailing him to the ground on the spot. A mixture of red and white brain matter oozed out.
"Ah!!!!!!" Chen Bixia screamed heart-wrenchingly, and once again fainted. Even the others present lowered their heads in disgust, unable to bear looking.
Only Lin Murong remained calm. After wiping her heel clean on Chen Changtai's clothes, she gracefully sat back down, nonchalantly removing her iron gloves. Seeing that everyone present was still dumbfounded and unable to recover, she smiled sweetly and said, “What’s there to be shocked about? This is how we do things.”
Xu Siduo had previously thought she was just a favored woman beside Ding Chunqiu and assumed she was just a decorative companion. Having witnessed her methods today, he was left trembling. Especially since Lin Murong's words just now were clearly double-layered, superficially it was an interrogation and murder, but in fact, it was a demonstration to intimidate the officials present, each with their own schemes and calculations, telling them that if they did not perform well, the consequences would be severe. Xu Siduo wiped his cold sweat and said with a trembling voice, "Yes, yes, yes, uh, this, this Lin, Lin Chief Strategist, we will, will fully cooperate in the capture, fully cooperate, fully cooperate..."
“Is it really full cooperation in capturing them? Minister Xu, you have to work hard, okay?” Lin Murong’s gaze fixed on Xu Siduo as she spoke casually. Seeing that it was time to make a statement, Xu Siduo, as if injected with chicken blood, suddenly became excited: “For the benefit of the country and life and death, why avoid misfortune and seek fortune! As the parent official of Hangzhou, I naturally lead by example, disregarding life and death, sacrificing my old life to bring the criminals to justice.” Seeing the boss speak, the Hangzhou officials below also hurriedly stated one after another that they would fully pursue the capture. After Xu Siduo fervently made his statement, noticing Chen Bixia still alive on the ground, he seized this opportunity to ingratiate himself, beating his chest and declaring loudly, "This wicked woman, dared to assassinate an official, is simply an extremely evil crime! Allow me to arrest and deal with her according to the law immediately!"
"Ah, no~" Lin Murong leisurely sipped her tea, looking at these Hangzhou officials subdued by her, and said, "From now on, Hangzhou will deal with these people in the manner of our Wuyou City - publicly hang them."
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