A breeze blew past, tousling the blind woman’s hair, and that’s when Wu Hong caught sight of an astonishingly beautiful face.
How could one describe it? Cold beauty, mesmerizing, yet marred by her blind eyes.
It was as though on an exquisite painting, a drop of ink had fallen, ruining half of it.
Nevertheless, she still dazzled Wu Hong.
At that moment, Wu Hong froze.
Normally, once Wu Hong had grabbed both of his opponent’s hands, he would lean forward, pressing against the opponent. With just a bit of force, a snap would be heard, and he could have torn apart the opponent’s arm tendons, rendering them useless.
It was an extremely vicious move.
But now, Wu Hong stopped mid-move, his hands clamped around the blind woman’s hands, his body pressing down hard on her.
Their mouths were just a centimeter apart, each breath distinctly felt by the other.
Wu Hong’s chest was pressed against the blind woman’s chest, their bodies in an ambiguously suggestive pose.
For a moment, both froze, and the atmosphere turned increasingly strange.
About a minute passed in that awkward position; it felt interminably long. The blind woman’s face flushed red, and so did Wu Hong’s.
"How long do you plan to hold me down?" the blind woman finally burst out.
Wu Hong, even more flushed, then said, "Miss, promise me you won’t run off, and I’ll let you go!"
"What if I don’t agree?"
The blind woman retorted.
Wu Hong paused, and the blind woman said, "So, you’ll just keep pressing down on me ?"
Wu Hong remained silent.
The blind woman snapped, "Are you mute?"
Wu Hong struggled to utter a single word, as though he had made a significant decision.
"You, you scoundrel!"
The blind woman rebuked, her face red with embarrassment.
Wu Hong’s face grew even redder: "I’m not!"
Wu Hong was known as a genuinely honest and good person, calling him a gentleman wouldn’t be an exaggeration.
Yet today, for Chen Jiusi’s sake, he was pushing himself to the limit, though his heart pounded fiercely, eager to argue, but all he could say was, "I’m not."
The blind woman, sensing Wu Hong’s racing heart, said: "If you’re not a scoundrel, why is your heart beating so fast?"
Wu Hong, his face still flushed, said: "I’m just not."
"You’re not? Then let me go!"
Wu Hong replied: "I won’t."
"Then how can you say you’re not a scoundrel?"
"Ouch, you’re hurting me..."
At the Fishing Guild Headquarters, Elder Liu was playing chess with Nan Batian.
Elder Liu casually made a move, which Nan Batian followed promptly, and soon they formed two straight lines on the board.
Tang Ziyue, watching from the side, thought to herself how imaginative they both were.
Are you guys comparing who can make straighter lines?
Just then, Nan Batian made a move and said, "Elder Liu, you coming here was arranged by Chen Jiusi, wasn’t it?"
Elder Liu smiled and replied, "Want to hear the truth?"
"Since there’s no one else here, go ahead."
"Indeed, it was Jiusi who arranged it."
Nan Batian narrowed his eyes: "Why would he send you to me?"
Elder Liu laughed: "Jiusi told me, his spies reported to him that you teamed up with the traitor Ghost Hand Gu Qingfeng to assassinate Mr. Bai, who was helping my son obtain medicine. So he asked me to keep an eye on you!"
At these words, Nan Batian, with a snap, crushed the chess piece in his hand.
Looking at Elder Liu, he said, "Heh, isn’t that just absurd? How could I possibly collude with Qing Feng to harm Elder Liu?"
Upon hearing this, Elder Liu snapped a chess piece onto the board. Suddenly, the piece burst into intense flames, causing a hole in the board.
"Heh, Mr. Nan, I don’t know if Chen Jiusi is right or not, but let me tell you, if Mr. Bai indeed encounters an accident and my son can’t be treated, I’ll hold you accountable for everything, and our quarrel won’t end!"
Nan Batian narrowed his eyes, holding a white piece and replied, "Elder Liu, isn’t that a bit presumptive?"
Elder Liu countered: "Whether it’s presumptive or not, just pray that Chen Jiusi saves Mr. Bai today, otherwise, I won’t let this go!"
Nan Batian, with a cold laugh, said, "Elder Liu, you do think I’m scared of you, huh? Yes, I did send people to kill Bai Wenjing, and I even dare to tell you this: today, he is doomed to die, no one can save him!"
Elder Liu, his eyes narrowing, his killing intent apparent, said, "If Bai Wenjing dies, I will obliterate your Fishing Guild!"
"Heh, we’ve always been sworn enemies; you think I’m afraid?"
Nan Batian, eyeing Elder Liu, said, "Just wait for the news of Bai Wenjing’s death."
Elder Liu, with a slight squint, responded, "Heh, Nan Batian, I must admit that your plot is quite venomous, too bad you ran into Chen Jiusi, your schemes won’t succeed! Bai Wenjing won’t die!"
"Heh, are you still counting on Chen Jiusi to save Bai Wenjing? Don’t be foolish. I’ve sent out three groups to stop him; by now, he probably can’t even leave Mianshui City."
At that moment, Elder Liu chuckled, "Is that so?"
Nan Batian frowned, pondering, "What, did he anticipate this as well?"
Just then, frantic footsteps sounded from outside.
"Gang Leader, Gang Leader, something terrible has happened."
At that time, a subordinate rushed in. Elder Liu looked at him and raised his eyebrows, "Should I leave?"
Nan Batian frowned: "No need."
"What’s the terrible news? Speak!"
Then the subordinate said, "Gang Leader, all three groups we sent after Chen Jiusi have failed. Chen Jiusi has left the city!
Hearing this, Nan Batian shot up, eyes wide.