"Help me!" Xu Jiaqi looked at Lu Chen earnestly. "My father has gambled away almost all his money and can't come up with two million US dollars. There are only two months left in the six-month period. If he can't cure that clan chief, my father will..."
Her expression became increasingly distressed.
Lu Chen looked steadily at Xu Jiaqi. "Okay, I'll try my best!"
Xu Jiaqi was deeply moved. "Ah Chen, thank you. I... I really don't know how to repay you!"
"You've already repaid me." Lu Chen winked at Xu Jiaqi. "That day in the hospital garden, you let me kiss you, that's enough! That's a sweet memory for a lifetime."
Xu Jiaqi sighed. "Ah Chen, you... you're so good at sweet talk."
Lu Chen laughed heartily, then confirmed with Xu Jiaqi that they would go see the clan chief tomorrow, teasing her with words until she blushed and playfully complained.
Although Xu Jiaqi was a divorced young woman, she was actually quite innocent and easily teased.
Just as Lu Chen was getting into the swing of things, he suddenly became alert!
Something was wrong with his surroundings.
An extremely chilling feeling surged from all directions, causing Lu Chen to involuntarily tense up, as if he were being pricked by needles.
This was killing intent!
A faint flow of supernatural power within him was stimulated and began to wander aimlessly.
That was the power of divination!
Only the power of divination could detect such danger in advance.
Xu Jiaqi, however, was still unaware of what was happening. She only noticed Lu Chen's unusual behavior and asked in surprise, "Chen, what's wrong?"
Lu Chen said in a deep voice, "Sister Jiaqi, sit still and don't make a sound. Listen to my instructions."
As he spoke, his eyes warily scanned his surroundings.
The surrounding area was nearly deserted due to the late hour and strong winds; only four or five tables were occupied by small groups of people.
Were those people assassins?
He could sense that the killing intent was directed at them. Was it aimed at him, or at Xu Jiaqi beside him?
How could Xu Jiaqi have attracted such skilled assassins with such a strong killing intent? Almost on par with Yu Menglan!
Yu Menglan? Could they be from her side?
Thinking this, Lu Chen suddenly thought of Guo Fuyun.
Damn it, I forgot to bring my beautiful bodyguard tonight!
While pondering this, Lu Chen began to circulate his internal energy. With his martial arts cultivation, he was definitely no match for assassins with such a strong killing intent! Only his Curse God ability could offer a gamble!
Within the unseen aura, the tentative killing intent, like countless needles pricking, suddenly surged!
Lu Chen roared, "Jiaqi, get under the table! Quickly!"
Xu Jiaqi obeyed, quickly ducking and scrambling under the table.
Immediately afterward, a barrage of sharp crossbow bolts rained down—thirty or forty in total!
"Damn it!" Lu Chen cursed. "Are they trying to turn me into a pincushion? This isn't fair!" At this crucial moment, he narrowed his eyes slightly, unleashing his Cursed God power. His aura fluctuated rapidly, and invisible waves of energy surged towards the crossbow bolts, slowing them by about a third in mid-air.
Lu Chen wanted to forcefully knock them down with his Cursed God power, but that would consume too much internal energy; he couldn't afford it. Gritting his teeth, he suddenly stood up, grabbed the chair beneath him, and swung it around in a full rotation!
Clang! Clang! Clang! The sharp crossbow bolts were swept away, scattering across the floor.
Lu Chen broke out in a cold sweat. He discovered that the tips of these crossbow bolts were a bluish-green—poisoned!
The few remaining guests were screaming. Some hid under the tables, while others, closer to the door, scurried inside. The scene wasn't chaotic because of the small number of people, but it was extremely dangerous.
With so many crossbow bolts fired at once, there were definitely more assassins. Lu Chen was uncertain.
He had managed to block this wave of attacks, but what about the next?
Immediately afterward, a dozen or so masked men in black leaped in from all sides, each wielding an incredibly sharp Mongolian knife. Grabbing their knives, these men attacked without a word.
A series of sharp, cold glints flashed in the night!
Lu Chen was startled and shouted, "Damn it, who are you people? You just attack without warning! Don't you know the rules of the martial world? You bastards!"
As he shouted, he used his incantation ability to try and hinder the assassins' operation. However, to Lu Chen's horror, the assassins only paused slightly before charging towards him with undiminished momentum. It wasn't that the cursed god's power was ineffective, but rather that their willpower was too strong, allowing them to withstand the onslaught.
"It's over!" Lu Chen's scalp tingled. "Damn it, I haven't even conquered the world yet!"
But suddenly, from the water tower on the terrace, a barrage of arrows shot out. Much smaller than the crossbow bolts from before, but far more numerous, densely packed, numbering around a hundred.
Those were blowguns!
These blowguns weren't aimed at Lu Chen, but at the assassins!
Caught off guard, the assassins were struck one after another, their movements instantly frozen, some even letting out cries of pain. Those unlucky enough to be shot in the heart died instantly.
Then, a dozen or so masked men in gray jumped down from the water tower and pounced on the assassins.
Upon seeing this, the assassins let out a sharp whistle, grabbed each other, turned, and pounced, vaulting over the railing. A dozen or so men in gray also gave chase without hesitation.
Soon, they all disappeared.
Lu Chen was stunned. What did this mean? Huh? However, he noticed that among the later group of men in gray, many were young women. Although their faces were covered, their graceful figures were undeniable.
They looked somewhat familiar?
But they were familiar yet unrecognizable!
Xu Jiaqi crawled out from under the table, asking fearfully, "Chen, what happened?"
"I don't know!" Lu Chen said decisively, "Let's go!"
Leaving the revolving restaurant where the inexplicable danger had occurred, Lu Chen asked Xu Jiaqi where she lived and then took her home. On the way, Lu Chen asked Xu Jiaqi if she had offended anyone.
The still-shaken Xu Jiaqi knew nothing about it. "That makes sense. Even if a hospital vice president has offended someone, it's impossible for them to send so many assassins to kill her! Those are all highly skilled martial arts practitioners; Lu Chen estimated that each one was at least at level four."
Could it be targeting him?
But Lu Chen couldn't figure out who he had offended to warrant such a vicious attack.
And who was this person who suddenly appeared to rescue him?
The car sped along the night road, quickly entering Xu Jiaqi's residential area.
"Ah Chen, let's go get a room," Xu Jiaqi suddenly said.
"Huh?" Lu Chen was immediately stunned, looking at Xu Jiaqi. He saw that Sister Jiaqi had turned her charming and elegant face towards the window, her eyes gazing out with a dreamy look. Her delicate face was flushed.
Lu Chen almost thought he was hallucinating, asking, "Sister Jiaqi, what did you just say?"
Xu Jiaqi didn't speak, as if she hadn't heard him.
When the car was still a few dozen meters from Xu Jiaqi's house, Lu Chen braked.
Then, he turned around and drove out of the residential area.
Before braking, Lu Chen had somewhat doubted whether he had misheard. But after turning the car around, Xu Jiaqi didn't say anything and even gently closed her eyes as if she were asleep, so he understood.
What he had just heard wasn't a hallucination.
Lu Chen was very excited.
After driving out of the residential area and for another ten kilometers or so, the car stopped at a five-star hotel.
Sure enough, they checked into a room and went inside.
Xu Jiaqi remained silent, her breasts heaving, her eyes watery. Clearly, she was trying to suppress her excitement.
She silently went into the bathroom.
Through the frosted glass, Lu Chen saw her undress, gradually revealing her shapely body.
He felt incredibly thirsty, his heart pounding like that of a young boy who had never experienced intimacy. "Damn, what's going on? So, I'm a seasoned player in the game of love now!"
Thinking this, Lu Chen took out a cigarette, lit it, and put it in his mouth. He thought for a moment, then walked over and opened the bathroom door. Then, Xu Jiaqi screamed, instinctively clutching her chest and squeezing her legs together.
Lu Chen stared at her beauty with a wicked grin, leaned against the doorframe, exhaled a smoke ring, and said casually, "Sister Jiaqi, I don't like one-night stands. You need to understand!"
Xu Jiaqi paused, then suddenly laughed: "I don't like them either. Also, please don't misunderstand me as a promiscuous woman."
Lu Chen, of course, wouldn't misunderstand. As a seasoned player, he could tell that although Xu Jiaqi was a divorced woman, she wasn't the type to be promiscuous. There were probably three reasons why she was willing to suggest going to a hotel with him.
First, she liked him; the previous ambiguous encounters had already stirred her heart.
Second, she had needs too, besides, he was so handsome!
Third, it was out of gratitude for him helping that old man get treatment. He smiled brightly, flicked his cigarette ash, and asked leisurely, "So, you're going to be my long-term partner?"
Xu Jiaqi thought for a moment, then nodded, "You like it." She then confidently lowered her hands, though her expression remained shy. Lu Chen, laughing, tossed away his cigarette butt and began to undress.
"What are you doing?" Xu Jiaqi asked in surprise.
Lu Chen hummed, "One mandarin duck doesn't want to swim, two mandarin ducks swim happily..."
They showered together, and under Lu Chen's teasing, Xu Jiaqi became increasingly alluring, her eyes glazed and her breath coming in gasps.
Later, they engaged in a passionate encounter in the bathroom. Lu Chen discovered that Xu Jiaqi was very needy, desperately needy, clearly having been celibate for a long time.
Her long-term celibacy had even made her somewhat unable to handle a man. On one hand, she was a married woman; on the other, a young girl.
This filled Lu Chen with immense tenderness yet also an unbridled arrogance, as he ruthlessly filled the abyss of her desire.
Finally, Xu Jiaqi even shouted at the top of her lungs, "Achen, I love you!"
...
The next day, Lu Chen heard his phone ringing early in the morning. He gently pushed Xu Jiaqi's soft arm away, muttering, "Who is it? It's only a little past ten, and they're already calling to bother me. So annoying!"
He looked at the screen—it was Yang Jiangyu.
After answering the phone, six words came from the other end: "Achen, you're in danger!"