Lu Xiaolong suddenly cursed.
He tried to use his spiritual power for telekinesis to retrieve the bank card. However, Su Yan was having none of it. He clung tightly to the card, forcing Lu Xiaolong to come and get it himself if he wanted it at all.
Left with no choice, Lu Xiaolong tilted his head and said to the girl next to him, "Wen Ya, go get the card."
Tan Wenya hesitated for a moment upon hearing this, frowning slightly, but ultimately, she started walking towards Su Yan.
Yet with each step she took, her caution became Super Double; she dared not slacken her vigilance in the slightest.
Her slender legs tensed slightly, mentally prepared to spring away and create distance from Su Yan should anything go awry.
Although at this moment, she truly believed that Su Yan had completely submitted.
But better safe than sorry, right? What if my assumption is wrong?
Being cautious in one’s actions is never a mistake. Otherwise, should misfortune strike and I unexpectedly fail, I’d have nowhere to even cry.
With the sound of footsteps rustling through fallen leaves growing louder, Tan Wenya was now less than five meters away from Su Yan.
This distance already put her within his basic attack range; she was in danger of being struck at any moment.
Tan Wenya became even more alert and continued to close the distance to Su Yan.
The gap between the two narrowed continuously.
Such a sexy girl. What a pity she’s about to become flat-chested in the next second, Su Yan thought, lamenting in advance as he looked at Tan Wenya’s prominent upper body.
Then, his fist beneath his clothes began to gather power, ready to deliver a heavy blow.
Woman, taste my fist!
RUMBLE! RUMBLE! RUMBLE! RUMBLE!
Just as Su Yan was about to launch an attack on the well-endowed young woman before him, the roar of a motorcycle engine suddenly sounded from behind.
The next moment, a domineering off-road motorcycle shot out from behind him, sliding into the space between the two with a 270-degree drift.
It was an off-road bike with an outrageously large headlight, ridden by a heroic-looking girl with short hair and a very sexy, fiery figure.
Huh? Why is this woman here?
Seeing the woman on the motorcycle, Su Yan couldn’t help feeling a little surprised.
The short-haired woman currently sitting on the bike was none other than Sister Yu, Zhou Shuilong, whom he had met earlier at the Qin Family’s Commercial Firm.
Why is she here? Could she be with them?
Su Yan simply couldn’t fathom why Sister Zhou would coincidentally appear here unless she was associated with the five people before him.
As he pondered these thoughts, Sister Zhou on the bike shook her hair and then, smiling at Lu Xiaolong, said, "Brother Long, do me a favor and let this little brother go, how about it? I’ll treat you to a meal another day."
Lu Xiaolong laughed, and then his expression instantly turned icy. His tone was cold as he said, "Sister Zhou, I’d advise you not to meddle in other people’s business."
"Otherwise, don’t blame us brothers for not being polite to you later."
After hearing Lu Xiaolong’s threat, Sister Zhou narrowed her eyes, her tone slightly enigmatic. "Brother Long," she said, "I am, after all, a member of the Yin-Yang Association. Aren’t you going to give me even this little bit of face?"
Hearing these words, Su Yan felt they sounded familiar, as if he had heard them somewhere before.
He thought for a moment, and then an image of a girl suddenly surfaced in his mind.
She had very delicate features, ample breasts, a slender waist, long legs, and always a playful smile on her face that made her look very youthful and vibrant.
Then there was her voice, which sounded very coquettish. She loved to act cute and would often speak in a whiny, sweet tone.
And she dressed quite flamboyantly, in lace.
It’s her! Xu Xinyi! The female streamer he’d met in the Luo City Mass Grave, the self-proclaimed Paper Taoist of the Yin Yang Union!
The Yin-Yang Association again. So what exactly is this organization?
Thinking of this, Su Yan couldn’t help but feel a flicker of curiosity; he was very intrigued by this Yin-Yang Association, which he was now hearing about for the second time.
And just then, Lu Xiaolong, who was in front, sneered at Sister Zhou on the motorcycle.
"Heh, a member of the Yin Yang Union?"
"I’m telling you, Zhou Shuilong, who are you trying to bluff by invoking such a big name?"
"Others might not know you’re just borrowing someone else’s might, but do you think I, Lu Xiaolong, wouldn’t know?"
"You, Zhou Shuilong, are merely a temporary worker in that union!"
"Who do you think you’re trying to impress here?"
"Everyone, get them! Take down this bluffer, Zhou Shuilong, along with him!"
As soon as his voice fell, Lu Xiaolong took the lead, charging towards Su Yan and Sister Zhou. Thɪs chapter is updated by novel{f}ire.net
At this moment, he was apparently certain that Su Yan was just a coward—the kind who, despite not panicking in danger, would simply submit when things got tough, without putting up a fight. Otherwise, it was hard to explain why Su Yan hadn’t resisted or made a move for so long. Surely no one would be so bored as to have the strength but not use it, just playing around. If such a person truly existed, then it would just be his own bad luck; he might as well go buy a lottery ticket.
Seeing their leader charge ahead, the other four immediately followed, attacking as well.
Their HP flared up as they went all out, seeking a one-hit kill so they could wrap this up and depart.
"Damn it!" Sister Zhou cursed. She then pulled out a cloth doll from her ample bosom.
The appearance of this cloth doll was quite eerie.
It had no hands, no legs.
All it had was a head disproportionately large for its body, and it was dressed in a smock of dirty white fabric, stained with dried blood.