Chapter 230: Besides, I'll Skin You
Although Tang Qiqi was an assassin, she was still a young girl. When she saw Zhang Yang's dumbfounded stare and then looked down to see her trembling, snow‑white breasts completely exposed without the slightest cover, her pretty face instantly flushed red.
Instinctively, she tried to pull her hands back to cover herself, only to realize that her elbows were tightly held by Zhang Yang.
"Let go!" She struggled, but instead dragged Zhang Yang down on top of her. Zhang Yang couldn't stabilize his posture and fell hard onto her, his chest pressing against two soft mounds—he didn't need to guess what they were.
Pinned beneath him, Tang Qiqi panicked and immediately launched a counterattack from below—knees, elbows, anything she could use. But Zhang Yang was a close‑combat expert. After a brief struggle, not only did she fail to gain any advantage, she was pressed even tighter—and suddenly felt a hard object pushing against her down there.
Even through the thick denim, she still felt it.
This beast—was he trying to rape her to vent his anger? She was skilled, but compared to Zhang Yang, her technique and strength were far inferior. She had no way to resist.
After struggling for a moment, she was subdued. She could only stare helplessly as Zhang Yang's eyes, full of desire, bore into her, as if he would strip her at any moment…
She stopped struggling. She closed her eyes, turned her face away. For some reason, her nose tingled, and two silent tears slid down.
Seeing this, Zhang Yang instead didn't know what to do.
The woman beneath him—he couldn't kill her. According to the system, killing her could cause the apocalypse. But he couldn't let her go either—once released, she'd stab him in the heart.
Fuck, what a dilemma.
"I'll let you go, but you're not allowed to attack again." Seeing her cry softened Zhang Yang's heart, and he stupidly blurted it out.
Tang Qiqi only glared at him with hatred, saying nothing.
"If you don't speak, I'll take it as agreement." Zhang Yang thought.
Since he already said it, he might as well keep pretending to be magnanimous.
But he wasn't stupid. He reached behind her to check—he had to confiscate her darts before letting her go.
But touching her like this looked more like groping. Zhang Yang's hand slid across her round, perky butt, but he didn't find any darts.
"What are you doing?" Tang Qiqi felt breathless from his touch. She originally didn't want to speak, but the main issue was that his hand felt weird—being touched by him gave her an odd sensation. If he kept touching…
She felt like she might literally pee herself.
"Where are the darts?" Zhang Yang stared at her snow‑white breasts and deliberately swallowed, asking in a lewd tone.
"You…"
"What 'you'? If you don't talk, I'll strip your pants." Zhang Yang growled.
Tang Qiqi was speechless. She angrily admitted, "Are you sick? Who puts things in a place like that? It's at my waist."
"You should've said so." Zhang Yang sweated, reached upward, and indeed found a small sheath with three darts. He took it and slipped it into his pocket.
He looked again at her snow‑white chest, hesitated, then pulled her sweater down from her neck to cover her tempting curves.
Tang Qiqi hadn't expected Zhang Yang to actually let her go. Suspicion covered her face. She looked at Zhang Yang, killing intent still strong in her eyes.
"What are you staring at? If you've got the guts, kill me now. Otherwise, obey me." Seeing her venomous glare, Zhang Yang cursed the damn system again. Of all targets, why send this woman? Was it designed to torture him?
"If you have the guts to release me, I'll definitely kill you—skin you and turn you into meat paste." Tang Qiqi gritted her teeth so hard they nearly bled.
Zhang Yang didn't flinch. He stared into her eyes, then mischievously leaned down and pressed his lips hard against her rosy mouth.
"Bastard! Asshole! I'll kill you!" Tang Qiqi kicked wildly with her long, slender legs.
"Say one more thing?" Zhang Yang glared at her. "Say one more thing and I'll strip your pants and rape you right here."
Seeing his fierce expression, Tang Qiqi turned pale. This guy absolutely would do it.
"Alright, the police are almost here. Get lost." Zhang Yang only meant to scare her. He couldn't kill her, so what else could he do? At that moment, police sirens echoed outside. They must have arrived.
If the police caught Tang Qiqi—the assassin of Spade Eight—she'd be sentenced to death without question. Even if not executed, she'd be imprisoned. Then how was he supposed to sneak into prison to grope her tits to verify if she was a Star Mender?
Even if he confirmed she was, could he then break her out of prison or fetch her from the execution ground?
No matter how he thought about it, he had no choice but to let her go.
"You're really letting me go?" Now Tang Qiqi was the one unsettled. Her beautiful eyes stared suspiciously at Zhang Yang. She couldn't understand what this man was thinking. She came to kill him—yet he didn't kill her, didn't hand her to the police. Was he brain‑damaged?
Thinking about how he tried to strip her earlier—did he actually desire her body?
Was he lusting after her beauty? As rumors said, this guy really was a pervert who lost his mind at the sight of a pretty woman. Fine. As long as she survived, she'd have plenty of chances for revenge later.
"Bullshit. And don't flatter yourself. Don't think I'm letting you go because I want your body. I'll tell you the truth—every woman in my house is prettier than you." Zhang Yang sneered at her darkened expression, then hesitated before saying, "You're still young. You should be in a university campus, not wandering the underworld. Forget it. You wouldn't understand. Before I regret it—disappear from my sight."
After speaking, he loosened his knee's pressure and released her twisted arm. She regained freedom, but Zhang Yang didn't relax for a second, ready for her to attack at any time.
"You're not afraid I'll come back for revenge?" Tang Qiqi was genuinely confused.
Zhang Yang didn't look like he was lying. If he wasn't after her beauty—then what the hell did he want?
She didn't believe his righteous speech. The only explanation was that something was wrong with his brain.
Zhang Yang glanced at her, feeling helpless. Of course he was afraid—who wasn't afraid of death? If not for the damn system, he would've snapped her neck already.
"Afraid? Of course I am. But if you dare come again and I catch you, I'll strip you naked and rape you."
"Don't worry. I'll never give you that chance." Tang Qiqi glanced at the bodies of Xu Sihe and the others, her eyes full of hatred as she coldly said, "I will kill you."
"Come back when you actually have the ability. I'll be waiting." Zhang Yang really wanted to kill her now, to avoid her future sneak attacks.
But at the same time, he also hoped she would come find him. If she didn't, how would he complete the Find the Star Mender mission?
"Hmph!" Tang Qiqi shot him a look, then stepped backward toward the mouth of the alley. Zhang Yang's eyes stayed fixed on her movements, fully alert, though he didn't move a single step.
She realized—he really was letting her go. Though confused, she didn't think much. After stepping back several paces and seeing he didn't react, she turned and quickly ran toward the end of the alley.
"Tang Qiqi, remember—if you want revenge, train your skills first. Time and place, you pick… my number is…" Zhang Yang didn't hesitate and recited his phone number. Whether she remembered it or not—he didn't know.
"Psycho!" Tang Qiqi cursed inwardly as she ran, but for some reason—she actually memorized his number clearly.
Watching her disappear at the alley's exit, Zhang Yang slapped himself hard on the head, faintly regretting it.
But thinking again—forget it. Whether or not she existed, Spade Eight would never let him go anyway. His grudge with them was only getting deeper.
The city's criminal police arrived quickly. They had already received higher‑level instructions and didn't make things difficult for Zhang Yang—only told him to make a statement when convenient.
After agreeing, Zhang Yang immediately rushed to the PSH Commercial Center. His two sisters‑in‑law were still doing their hair there, and Xu Sihe had earlier said he sent people to find them. Although the long‑haired Ao Tian said someone went to protect them, Zhang Yang still felt uneasy and hurried over.
Nothing unusual was found at the PSH Commercial Center. No police tape or anything. Zhang Yang scanned the large building, unsure where they were getting their hair done. He sighed and called them.
Xu Dantong answered quickly, her voice completely normal.
"Brother‑in‑law, what's up? It's only been an hour."
"Nothing happened?" Zhang Yang looked around. "I'm in the commercial center now."
"Happened? No. Brother‑in‑law, didn't you go home?" Xu Dantong sounded confused.
"Oh. Nothing's wrong then." Zhang Yang breathed a sigh of relief. Looks like Ao Tian wasn't lying.
"See, I told you." Just as Zhang Yang thought about heading back, someone lightly tapped his shoulder.
He jumped—very few people in this world could approach him silently. Fortunately, he recognized the one who touched him: the agent Ao Tian.
"Do you have to appear like a ghost? Next time, act normal, okay?"
Ao Tian nearly spat blood. He waved his hand. "Alright, alright. Talking to someone uncultured like you is pointless."
"Anyway, why did you let Tang Qiqi go? Can you give me a reasonable explanation?"
Zhang Yang was stunned. "How did you know?"
"Doesn't matter how I know. What matters is—you made a stupid move. If you truly wanted to spare her, you shouldn't have let her go back. By letting her return, it's the same as not sparing her at all." Ao Tian looked at him with pity and spoke slowly.
"What do you mean?" Zhang Yang couldn't help but ask curiously.