Lingxiu gritted her teeth, plotting how to rescue her sister. For some reason, the image of that miraculous rescue four years ago flashed through her mind…
But she quickly shook her head. Senior Xing couldn't possibly be here, and besides—she wasn't as weak as she was four years ago. Rescuing her sister depended on her own efforts.
She glanced one last time at her sister hanging upside down in the room, forcing herself to suppress the urge to rush in. Instead, she used her bracelet to record a video clip and sent it to the email address she used to contact the National Security Bureau. Whether she could rescue her sister or not, at least she would have evidence to bring down Kang De.
Now, she planned to sneak into the villa, find out if Kang De had any accomplices, and then rush in to rescue her sister and the girl…
The man from Shikijima that her sister's classmate had mentioned also worried her. If she encountered him…
Her gaze hardened, and her small hand reached for the cold pistol at her waist.
Then it would be a test of whether his four years as a criminal investigator had been up to par!
...
Kang De recalled the scene he had just witnessed and felt incredibly lucky, if it weren't for that Shikijima guy...
As he thought this, he slipped his hand inside the girl's leather jacket, grasping her full, soft, and incredibly elastic breasts, squeezing and kneading them forcefully. His five fingers left snake-like marks on the leather.
His entire palm almost covered the entire breast; the touch was smooth and soft, like semi-solidified cheese, or like dough that had risen, yet still possessing a firm elasticity, overflowing between his fingers, trembling and resisting like a lively rabbit.
"Mmm~" With each caress, a faint blush rose to the girl's cheeks, and her long eyelashes seemed to tremble on her tightly closed eyelids.
Kang De pulled his hand out of his leather jacket, inhaling the alluring scent of sweat and the delicate, intoxicating fragrance of orchids. He couldn't resist leaning closer, brushing aside the girl's thick, dark hair, instantly revealing her snow-white face. Her delicate features were exquisitely sculpted, her beauty breathtaking, a sight to behold.
"The second young lady of the Luo family..."
Kang De was mesmerized by her beautiful face. He had long coveted this second young lady of the Luo family, but she was the exclusive possession of his boss, Xu Pengxuan, so he only dared to dream of her. He never expected that this young lady would actually offer herself to him.
No, saying she offered herself was a bit inaccurate. Kang De recalled the motorcycle that had suddenly sped out of the alley not long ago, the agile female rider swiftly dispatching his bodyguard. Just when he thought he was doomed, the man from Shikijima intervened, knocking the female rider unconscious and subduing her.
Kang De was initially furious, but when he removed the helmet, he was dumbfounded. The pretty face beneath it belonged to the second young lady of the Luo family, Luo Yutang!
His anger instantly turned to excitement. He secretly resolved to thoroughly enjoy this beautiful girl's entire body before his boss discovered it!
Just as he was about to fully unzip her shapely leather jacket, a sudden "bang!"
A gunshot rang out, seemingly very close. Kang De's expression changed, and he rushed to the door to see what had happened.
…
Lingxiu, holding a pistol, moved quietly through the dark room. She suppressed her breathing, slowly calming the rise and fall of her ample breasts. Just as she reached the top of the stairs, she suddenly heard faint footsteps. Startled, she quickly turned her gun to face behind her, but it seemed to be a false alarm.
Because there was no one behind her.
Was she being too sensitive? Just as Lingxiu had this thought, a slight noise came from ahead—the sound of a wild cat leaping in the night.
She aimed again, but still couldn't see even half a shadow. She gritted her teeth. With years of experience as a criminal investigator and her cultivation of internal energy, how could she possibly mishear repeatedly?
Could it be what those students said…?
Lingxiu subconsciously took a step forward, trying to find a better vantage point, when suddenly a voice rang out close at hand: "私を探してる?" (Are you looking for me?)
In an instant, even Lingxiu, with her boldness, meticulousness, and experience, felt her heart pound. She turned sharply and, sure enough, saw a dark figure hanging upside down less than a meter away.
Without thinking, she swiftly raised her pistol, pulled the trigger, a flash of light, a deafening gunshot, but only a small, deep hole left by splinters of wood; the figure had already vanished again.
Enveloped in darkness, Lingxiu suddenly felt a strong sense of danger, but instead of running away, she calmly focused her ears. Infused with hidden energy, her hearing suddenly sharpened several times over, finally catching a clear sound of wind.
Without hesitation, she rolled over, narrowly avoiding a kunai that shot towards her like lightning.
Then, Lingxiu bit her lip and fired a bullet towards the ceiling. Instantly, a flash of light illuminated a dark figure hanging to her left. "Bang, bang, bang!" she fired three more shots, all hitting the spot where the fleeting shadow had disappeared.
"Good!"
A voice, seemingly praising, rang out, and then a dark figure swooped down from the ceiling, covering the distance of several meters in an instant. Lingxiu didn't even have time to aim and fire again before the figure was upon her. "Thud!"
Lingxiu felt a sharp pain in her wrist; her gun was knocked to the ground. Relying on her extensive combat experience, she lay down on the spot, then her powerful legs aimed straight for the figure's groin.
"Bang!"
A loud, muffled sound rang out, causing Lingxiu's feet, imbued with powerful internal energy, to feel a slight, tingling pain from the impact. But she was overjoyed, for she had inexplicably struck what could be considered a man's most vulnerable spot. With the force she used, she could shatter even a hard rock, let alone two testicles.
She always hated thugs and rapists who bullied girls, and she never hesitated to strike without mercy, wasting countless testicles in the process, her positioning impeccable…
But the expected inhuman scream didn't come. Instead, she heard a faint chuckle, and her long legs were firmly clamped between the man's thighs.
Lingxiu's beautiful eyes widened, her pretty face turning deathly pale. She almost screamed on the spot, because the man's thighs felt as hard and powerful as hydraulic machinery, crushing her slender calves with excruciating pain, as if they were being broken.
"Ugh~" A weak whimper escaped Lingxiu's lips. Fortunately, the man suddenly loosened his grip, slightly releasing Lingxiu's legs, allowing her to regain some sensation and realize that her legs weren't broken or bleeding profusely.
But the next moment, Lingxiu felt a sudden chill on her feet. Her police boots had been ripped off, revealing a pair of small, delicate feet encased in black stockings. Her ten slender, white toes curled slightly in unease, their bright red nail polish appearing and disappearing like flower petals shrouded in black mist—exquisitely alluring.
The assassin's eyes lit up. When he had his legs clamped around those slender, shapely feet, he had sensed that they must be quite beautiful. Now, with the shoes off, they were indeed a pair of exquisitely small feet, perfect for handling…
He reached out and grasped those lotus-petal-shaped feet, perhaps even shorter than his own hands.
The touch was soft, supple, and slippery. Her jade-like feet, confined for so long in the stuffy police boots, were soaked through, their socks carrying a damp, slightly acidic scent of sweat, but mostly a warm, natural fragrance, complementing their boneless softness, so tender they were almost sticky.
"That's the good thing about you Chinese female martial artists…" The man spoke broken Chinese. Internal energy had a remarkably magical use: it could be used to generate force instead of the limbs, eliminating the need for purely physical training. Therefore, it prevented the transformation of a beautiful woman into a muscular body with calloused hands.
Especially after entering the realm of hidden energy, one could even use their own strength to shake off dead skin cells and grime, almost replacing the function of bathing—similar to modern ultrasonic bathing.
Moreover, removing calluses is something almost every martial artist does, not just for aesthetics, but also to increase the sensitivity and accuracy of internal energy in their hands and feet…
Therefore, Lingxiu's small feet were truly delicate, soft, and supple, like cream, small and tender.
The assassin from Shikishima smiled, then dug his fingers into the soft, tender soles of her feet and pinched hard!
"Aaaaaah…!"
An indescribable tingling, numbness, stinging, and swelling came from the soles of her feet, as if her two little feet had been torn apart. Even though Lingxiu had held back her screams while her legs were clamped, she could no longer bear it, and tears welled in her eyes as she cried out in agony.