Lu Chengwen dragged Xu Xuejiao into a storage closet and let out a heavy breath.
"That was close."
Xu Xuejiao grinned. "You're that scared of them?"
"You don't get it!" Lu Chengwen said. "Those guys are martial artists from beyond the mountains, with skills so deadly they could kill me in one move."
Xu Xuejiao asked, "You think they bought our act?"
"Probably," Lu Chengwen replied. "If they didn't, they'd have confronted us already."
"So, what's next?"
Yeah, what's next? Luo Shiyin was waiting in the presidential suite, and Bronze King's trio was staying in the same hotel.
[Are they working together? If so, I can't keep up this charade.]
[Luo Shiyin alone is tough to handle. Add those three experts, and I'm not getting out of here in one piece.]
[No way! Too dangerous. I've got to get Xuejiao out of here—I can't drag her into this.]
Lu Chengwen thought for a moment, then flashed a smile. "Xuejiao, I've got a foolproof plan."
"Oh?" Xu Xuejiao, having heard his inner thoughts, knew he was putting on a calm front. "Let's hear it."
"Here's the deal: you head back home and wait for my signal. I'll contact you once I've got things under control."
Xu Xuejiao studied him. "You're worried about me, aren't you?"
"Not at all. I've got a plan."
"Pfft! What plan? You're just scared I'll get hurt. Admit it!"
Lu Chengwen sighed. "Why don't you ever listen? I have a plan, and I need your help."
"Tch! If you're worried about me, just say so. Why hide behind some 'plan'? Hey, no one's around—didn't you say you wanted to 'take me' right here?"
Lu Chengwen caught her meaning. "Alright, alright, let's get out of here."
"Giggle."
Lu Chengwen quickly sent a message to Iron King's group, briefing them on the situation. Then he headed to the presidential suite, glancing at Xu Xuejiao. "Once we're inside, follow my lead."
"Got it!"
He rang the doorbell. Luo Shiyin opened the door, saw Xu Xuejiao, paused for a moment, then smiled. "Please, come in."
Lu Chengwen sat on the sofa. "Get to the point. What's this about?"
"Something to drink?"
"Cut the nonsense. Talk."
"Oh, nothing much. I just wanted to thank you for helping me the other day and catch up."
Lu Chengwen's tone hardened. "What did you do to Leng Qingqiu?"
"What's wrong with her? Still not awake? Brother Lu, I honestly don't know why she fainted. Maybe low blood sugar?"
Lu Chengwen leaned forward. "From now on, call me Young Master. Nothing else. I'm not used to it."
"Oh, Young Master," Luo Shiyin purred. "So you like that title, huh?"
Xu Xuejiao had had enough of Luo Shiyin's sultry act. This woman was every woman's public enemy! Any woman—except maybe her own mother, and even that wasn't guaranteed—would call her a vixen behind her back. She was the epitome of a scheming seductress, the kind who seemed perfectly proper but oozed a mix of green-tea innocence and wanton allure.
To men, she was the ultimate goddess. To women, she was the queen of manipulative, high-class vixens. The more polished her act, the more women despised her.
We're all women here—who're you fooling with that act? Xu Xuejiao thought. Only brainless men see you as some pure angel. To us, you're a scheming, green-tea, sultry vixen supreme!
Xu Xuejiao refused to back down. If I'd known, I'd have worn my battle armor! Her simple short skirt and knee-high socks were no match for this woman's arsenal. Luo Shiyin was in a backless evening gown, adorned with high-end jewelry, and those heels made her legs look impossibly long. Even Xu Xuejiao, despite her resentment, had to admit: Her figure's unreal. Those legs—I'm jealous! Damn it!
Luo Shiyin sized up Xu Xuejiao, smirking inwardly. What, twenty years old? Too green. That princess skirt? Childish. Cotton knee-high socks? Juvenile. And those shoes—adorably basic. Little girl, go read a fashion magazine before you try to compete! This outfit of mine could crush you in seconds.
Women's battles are unspoken but unmistakable. Xu Xuejiao caught Luo Shiyin's mocking glance and knew she was being dismissed as too immature, lacking a mature woman's allure. With a cold huff, she unbuttoned two buttons on her blouse and fanned herself. "It's so hot in here!"
Lu Chengwen, oblivious to their silent warfare, was focused on the matter at hand. He barely noticed their outfits, glancing only briefly before moving on. "We're all adults here, so let's not play games. What do you want? How do we wake Leng Qingqiu? You—"
He glanced to the side and froze. Xu Xuejiao's signature traits were twofold: her lolita style, which made her look like an innocent high schooler—pure, lively, and adorable—and her jaw-dropping chest. With two buttons undone, her blouse revealed a glimpse of her curves, dazzlingly white and impossible to ignore.
Lu Chengwen's mind blanked.
[Good lord! What does this girl eat? How does all her body fat end up there?]
[My god, it's usually hidden by her clothes, but now it's like a tiger unleashed—too much for the eyes!]
[Could I even hold one with a single hand? Doubt it! If I could just mold them, play with them…]
Xu Xuejiao, catching his thoughts, smirked triumphantly.
Luo Shiyin was stunned. I heard that! It's not a hallucination! I can hear Lu Chengwen's thoughts!
This guy… likes playing with those? She glanced down at herself, defeated. No way she could compete in that department. How does this girl even grow like that? Tiny arms, legs, waist… but that chest? Infuriating!
Seeing Lu Chengwen staring at Xu Xuejiao's neckline, his neck practically locked in place, Luo Shiyin seethed. Xu Xuejiao basked in her victory. Think you're the only one with a trump card, little sister? Chengwen's a pervert for big chests, and guess what? I've got the goods. Jealous? Go remake yourself in the womb!
Luo Shiyin's blood boiled. Then, with a swift motion, she pulled her gown to the side, sitting gracefully on the sofa, holding a teacup with a gentle smile. But her legs, pressed together at a 45-degree angle to the floor…
Lu Chengwen's head snapped around.
[Holy hell!]
Her long, slender legs, perfectly aligned with a slight offset, accentuated by high heels, were a vision that sparked endless fantasies. And now, her thighs were in view—the most mysterious, seductive weapon in a woman's arsenal. The curve at the base of her thighs was intoxicating, mesmerizing.
[I can't handle this! Her figure's too perfect!]
[That black garter belt shaping her thighs—damn!]
[Any woman with legs like these could make any man her slave!]
Lu Chengwen's eyes locked onto Luo Shiyin's thighs, his voice robotic. "I'm here to save Leng Qingqiu. She's important to me… You need to…"
Luo Shiyin shifted slightly, adjusting her pose.
Lu Chengwen's breathing faltered, his words growing more mechanical. "Hand over… the antidote… please…"
Xu Xuejiao fumed as Luo Shiyin stole the spotlight. Think you can beat me with a pair of legs, little sister? Men always fall for legs, but chests don't need to be that big—just enough. Let me teach you that lesson, free of charge.
Seeing Lu Chengwen's leering gaze, Xu Xuejiao's anger flared. Useless Chengwen! Don't I have legs too?
No way! I'll lose to anyone but this woman!
She stood, yanked off her outer layer, and tore at her princess skirt.
Lu Chengwen jolted. "Hey, what are you doing? Why are you stripping? And tearing your skirt?"
"Mind your own business!"
Xu Xuejiao was determined to outdo this vixen.
Say what you will, Xu Xuejiao was a genius. Girls have an innate knack for charming men, but when it comes to battling other women, their creativity knows no bounds. Xu Xuejiao, a mischievous trickster since school, had toyed with countless boys.
Her skirt, now torn, transformed completely. The princess dress became a halter style, exposing her shoulders, collarbone, and chest. Her thighs and flat stomach were now visible, showcasing her tiny waist. She radiated a new kind of beauty—sensual, raw, and provocative. The torn skirt, once innocent, now screamed danger, igniting primal urges in any man who saw her—a perfect temptress begging to be unraveled.
Lu Chengwen's jaw dropped, his brain shutting down.
Xu Xuejiao, feigning a delicate tone, batted her eyes. "Brother Chengwen, like what you see?" She curled up on the sofa, legs tucked together, nibbling her finger. "Are you going to bully me again?"
Lu Chengwen nodded dumbly. "Next time, just like this. Damn… perfection."
Xu Xuejiao shot Luo Shiyin a smug look. Think you can compete with me? All the women in the world combined couldn't take me down!
Luo Shiyin's head buzzed with fury. Me, Luo Shiyin, the sole disciple of the Seductress Sect, slayer of men, goddess of allure… losing to a northern country girl?
Her eyes turned icy. I'm fighting you to the end!
She yanked out her hairpin, letting her hair fall in a slightly disheveled cascade, then tore her gown into strips with a dramatic rip.
Lu Chengwen spun around at the sound. "Hey, what are you doing now?"
He finally caught on, standing up. "What's with you two? Stripping, tearing clothes—what's going on?"
To his shock, both women shouted in unison, "None of your business! Sit down and watch!"
Lu Chengwen froze, nodded meekly, and sat. "Oh."
Then a thought hit him: Wait, what did I come here for? I can't remember… Oh, damn! I saw it! Purple panties! I'm such a scumbag—how can I get distracted at a time like this?
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