Chapter 6: The Young Man Saves the Beauty (2)

Chapter 6: The Young Man Saves the Beauty (2)

"You little brat, putting on a show—do you think I'd actually be afraid of you?" Mule sneered. Even though the boy tried to deepen his voice, the childish tone couldn't be hidden. Looking at his build and hairstyle, it was obvious he was young, and seeing the childish Sun Wukong mask on his face, Mule looked down on him even more. Letting go of Luo Shuang, he turned and walked over. With a flick of his hand, a gleaming dagger appeared from nowhere. Grinning wickedly, he cursed, "You little bastard, you've got some nerve, daring to ruin my fun. Didn't you ever hear of the 'Black and White Fiends'? We kill, we burn, we do everything—kids don't even dare cry when they hear our name. Recognize this knife? A special dagger forged from black refined iron—rare stuff most people never see. Tonight I'll take you along while I'm at it. Killing one more doesn't matter. With such a beauty to accompany you to the afterlife, you should count yourself lucky. This day next year will be the anniversary of both your deaths!"

Luo Shuang could also tell that although he was pretending to sound rough, the voice clearly belonged to someone young. Seeing Mule reveal the dagger, she cried out anxiously, "Little brother, this has nothing to do with you tonight. Hurry and run! I can't let you be dragged into this… wu…"

"If I were going to run, I wouldn't have come," the boy said with a cheeky grin, as if he had no idea what danger meant. "Hey, skinny black guy, that knife looks nice—let me take a look."

"You brat, I'll let you taste what it's like for a white blade to go in and come out red!" Mule snarled, lunging forward in a sudden stab.

"Dead Mule, what are you babbling about? Hurry up and finish—" the fat man barked impatiently, but before he could finish the sentence, the boy's figure flickered. With a slight shift of his steps, no one could even see how he moved—yet the dagger Mule gripped tightly was already in the boy's hand. At the same time, his elbow struck lightly against Mule's chest. Mule groaned, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth as he staggered backward toward the SUV, nearly falling.

"Sorry, looks like tonight the Black and White Fiends are out of luck," the masked boy said calmly with a relaxed smile, lightly stroking the blade with his fingers without even glancing at them. "That suitcase and this beauty—I'm taking both. Bring them to me nicely. And don't try anything stupid. Otherwise, the Black and White Fiends will really become black-and-white corpses tonight."

Luo Shuang had never expected the vicious Mule to be defeated in a single move by this masked boy. Her heart filled with joy for a moment, but his words immediately made it clear he wasn't exactly kind either—he openly claimed both her and the suitcase. Fear and resentment surged again. She couldn't tell whether he was friend or foe, whether he meant it or was just deceiving the two thugs.

"Sure, sure. Since the little brother has taken a liking to the beauty, we're happy to do you a favor," the fat man said with a smile, trying to steady the situation. After seeing the boy disarm Mule barehanded and injure him, he knew this kid was no ordinary opponent. "As for the suitcase…"

"Oh? You want to bargain with me?" The boy pinched the dagger between his fingers, the blade gleaming coldly in the moonlight. "Let's see—are you two faster, or is my knife faster?"

The fat man realized this boy was not someone to take lightly, but he needed an opportunity to strike decisively. Forcing a smile, he said, "No problem, no problem. A young hero gaining both wealth and beauty—consider the suitcase a gift for you and Madam Lu."

With that, he tossed the suitcase over from a distance. The boy reached out and caught it—but the moment he did, before his arm even lowered—

Luo Shuang knew the fat man wouldn't give up so easily. Sure enough, she saw him draw a pistol from nowhere while the boy was distracted catching the case.

"Be careful!" Luo Shuang shouted in warning, her voice ****. She felt instant despair—China had long enforced strict gun control, yet this man had brought a firearm just to deal with her. It showed Chen Liwu's determination to silence witnesses, and the terrifying power of the Chen family.

Only then did the boy realize his lack of real combat experience—he had fallen for the trick. In one swift motion, carrying the suitcase in one hand and wrapping his other arm around Luo Shuang's slender waist, he flipped and took cover behind the car.

From the toss of the suitcase, to the catch, to the pistol being drawn, to the evasive movement—it all happened in the blink of an eye. Mule laughed in surprise, "Fat bro, when did you bring a gun?"

"The boss told me to bring it before we came, just in case something unexpected happened. I didn't think we'd need it—why use a gun on a woman? Didn't expect some brat to show up and mess things up," the fat man snarled. "Brat, come out and die! Let's see how long you can hide!"

Bang!

A gunshot rang out, shattering Luo Shuang's car windshield.

Another shot—bang!—sending gravel flying everywhere.

"Damn it… they've got a gun. This mission isn't as simple as I thought. Pretty lady, I wanted to save you, but now it's messed up. Looks like they won't stop until both of us are dead," the boy said, trying to joke despite the fear, holding Luo Shuang's soft, full body as they hid behind the car amid flying debris and gunfire.

Luo Shuang trembled in his arms, her body shaking as she cried, "Little brother, I've dragged you into this… I'll repay your kindness in my next life, even if I have to be a beast of burden…"

"Hey, don't cry. I just can't stand seeing women cry. Guess I'll have to go all out again," the boy said, patting and lightly rubbing her smooth back with his large hand, teasingly. "I'm only sixteen—I don't want to die like this. That'd be such a loss!"

Luo Shuang felt a bit embarrassed by his touch. He was only sixteen—about the same age as her nephew—but his hands were large, rough, perhaps from martial training or sports. As they brushed against her soft back, she felt both ticklish and uneasy. Thinking of being taken advantage of by a boy half her age, she couldn't help but curse inwardly: little pervert!

Then she remembered how he had just seen Mule **** her delicate pussy. Shame and embarrassment overwhelmed her. The thought that this young boy had seen her pussy made her feel, to her horror, that her lips were becoming slightly moist again.