"Here, take it." I stopped her from refusing.
The mixed-race beauty smiled brightly: "Okay, you're rich..." She thought for a moment, then said in a very serious tone, in slightly broken Chinese, "Now, I like you even more."
I found her words somewhat amusing, but not offensive. At least, this girl wasn't hypocritical. At least she wasn't like most women, spouting lofty words about feelings and love while secretly eyeing a man's wallet...
Then she smiled and said, "Thank you for your generous reward... How about I treat you to dinner?"
I shook my head, my face pale. I felt my wound needed immediate cleaning. I gritted my teeth and forced a smile, enduring the pain, "No, I'm a little tired and want to find a place to rest... Do you live nearby? We can come to your house..."
"My...home?" The mixed-race beauty hesitated for a moment. She thought for a moment, then raised her hand to look at her watch.
Her expression showed some hesitation, and I immediately realized that she might have misunderstood my intentions.
Considering her profession... considering the large amount of "reward" I just gave her, and the fact that I immediately asked to go to her house after giving her the money...
She probably thinks I asked to go to her house and sleep with her right now!
Her smile dimmed considerably, and her eyes showed hesitation and disappointment. But then, she considered it seriously for a few seconds.
I know she was in a bit of a dilemma. But after all, I'm a very rare customer who's so generous, and she probably wouldn't want to give up such a large reward from me.
"My home is a bit inconvenient... Could we go to a hotel?" she asked, her tone seemingly pleading.
"No, I don't want to go to the hotel." I smiled wryly, knowing she had misunderstood me, but I forced myself to say, "I want to go see where you're staying."
“…Okay.” She glanced at her watch again. “But we can only stay at my place for a little while. We have to leave before five o’clock.”
I was in so much pain that my back was sweating, and I didn't hear what she said, I just nodded.
We hailed a taxi, and once inside, I worried the driver might recognize me... I couldn't be sure if the taxis here were connected to gangs or if they recognized me to deliver messages to the Vietnamese gang. Generally speaking, organized crime groups in a certain area's public transportation sector definitely have informants.
I pulled my hat brim low and still wore sunglasses. Besides, the mixed-race beauty next to me was a great cover. After all, I thought that even if the Vietnamese searched me, they would only pay attention to lone men. Being with a beautiful woman like me would reduce the chances of arousing suspicion.
Sure enough, after getting in the car, I noticed that the driver in front of me was just staring at the mixed-race beauty with a lecherous look in the rearview mirror a few times, and didn't pay much attention to my appearance. I breathed a sigh of relief. After getting in the car, I grabbed the mixed-race beauty next to me, hugged her, and turned my head to gently kiss her lips.
Perhaps my actions were too sudden, for the girl seemed a little surprised, but she quickly calmed down, obediently cooperated, and hugged me back. Her long hair fell down, completely obscuring my face.
Book 1, Part 1: A Man in the Martial World, Not in His Own Hands, Chapter 182: A Deadly Demon
This is exactly what I wanted! From the angle where I'm holding her now, the driver in front can only see the girl's hair, not my face, and when we kiss... my mouth is covered, so the girl can't talk to me.
I dared not speak to her in Chinese; I was worried the driver would notice.
When we got off the bus, the mixed-race beauty next to me was practically limp, her pretty face flushed, her eyes sparkling with desire, and she kept glancing at me out of the corner of her eye. I, on the other hand, was a little out of breath... after all, we had been entangled in the bus for a good ten minutes!
Holding a beautiful mixed-race woman in my arms is certainly a pleasure, but the excruciating pain from the wound on my arm at the same time makes it less enjoyable!
The mixed-race beauty's place seemed to be in a nice environment; at least it was an apartment building, and the surroundings were relatively clean. Clearly, the rent here wasn't cheap. I was a little surprised that a prostitute would live in such a nice place. As the girl led me upstairs, I was still a little worried. I remembered that when I made the phone call earlier, a strange girl's voice answered!
"Is there anyone else at your house?" I asked as she opened the door.
“…No.” She hesitated for a moment before speaking, but quickly regained her composure.
"But the person who answered the phone just now..."
“She’s not here right now.” The mixed-race beauty’s smile was half genuine emotion, but also clearly a professional facade. She went into the room first, then pulled my clothes behind her and led me inside…
The room was small, not very big. Outside was a small living room, almost entirely filled with an old sofa, but thankfully it looked clean.
Before I could say anything more, the mixed-race beauty suddenly buried her face in my chest. She first snatched my sunglasses off, then wrapped her snow-white arms around my neck, pressing her alluring chest tightly against me. If I looked down, I could see two snow-white, tempting mounds of breasts through the neckline of her clothes... and that deep cleavage... and she deliberately rubbed against me...
I took a deep breath, about to say something, when she suddenly stood on tiptoe. Her mouth came close, instantly sealing mine, and then a soft, nimble little tongue deftly slipped in, like a snake prying open my teeth and slipping inside.
Her body shifted deliberately in my arms, seemingly a provocation, but more of an invitation… After a long kiss, she whispered in my ear in a soft, alluring voice:
"Hey, darling..."
She deliberately breathed into my ear and said with a flirtatious smile, "What language would you like me to speak later...?"
"What?" I didn't understand what she meant.
The mixed-race beauty smiled, a hint of shyness in her eyes, but more of a seductive allure: "So... when we... are together, when I call out, do you want me to call out in Chinese? Or in French?"
At the same time, he stuck out his tongue and licked my earlobe...
I:"……………"
Holy crap!
To be honest, I was just going through the motions and didn't have any romantic intentions, but after that long kiss, and then her sweet, cloying voice in my ear, saying that...
When they're having sex, the woman moaning in a foreign language... I've only ever seen that in porn, it's usually something like "oh oh ah ah" or "my god," or maybe something like "Ame-dae" from that Japanese porn site.
And now, when a stunningly beautiful mixed-race woman, before sleeping with you, deliberately asks in a provocative tone if you want her to moan in French...
A fire immediately rose up in my lower abdomen!
Oh my god... oh my god! This woman is absolutely a vixen!
Although it was incredibly tempting, reason told me that now was not the time for pleasure. I took a deep breath, tried to calm myself down, gently pushed away the vixen in front of me, and then disappeared into the kitchen.
The kitchen was pitifully small. I rushed to the sink, turned on the tap, scooped up water, and washed my face. Only then did the heat on my face subside a little.
I opened the kitchen drawer, took out a long cleaver, and walked out with it in my hand.
The mixed-race beauty had been standing in the kitchen doorway watching me with a smile, seemingly pleased with herself for provoking my "anger." But when she saw me come out with a knife, her face immediately changed, and she stumbled back, exclaiming, "You... what are you doing? Could it be that you...?"
I smiled at her and said, "Don't worry, I'm not a psychopathic sadist."
I walked straight to the sofa, placed the knife on the table in front of me, and quickly took off my shirt. As I took off my clothes, I raised my arm and winced in pain...
The mixed-race beauty froze when she saw the large patch of blood on my arm. Her expression tightened, and she exclaimed, "You...you..."
I still had a strip of cloth wrapped around my arm, but it was already soaked in blood. When I took off the cloth, the congealed blood was torn, and I felt another sharp pain!
"Who exactly are you!" The mixed-race beauty's face had turned completely cold. I guessed she had already recognized that the wound on my arm was a gunshot wound!
I didn't answer her, but instead rummaged through my bag and pulled out a few medicine bottles. Because they were in bottles, they weren't dirty from the river. I unscrewed the bottles and glanced at the mixed-race beauty: "Don't just stand there, I need your help."
"...This is a gunshot wound!?" Her beautiful eyes widened.
I nodded, which immediately drew a gasp from her. Then, anger flashed across her face, and she yelled at me, "Leave now! Leave my house now!" She seemed panicked, backing away until she was against the wall. Suddenly, she grabbed her purse, took out the money I had given her, and threw it at me: "Leave now! Whoever you are, I don't want trouble!! Please leave now!"
I sighed inwardly. It seems I'll have to resort to a tougher approach...
I stood up and walked towards her step by step. She immediately screamed and tried to run towards the door, but I grabbed her. She opened her mouth to scream, but I covered her mouth. Although I was injured, she, a weak woman, was still unable to resist me.
"Listen," I took a breath and tried to speak to her in a gentle tone, "I don't want to hurt you, and I won't hurt you. I just want some help, and I'll give you money!"
I looked into her eyes, and in those blue eyes, I saw panic and fear... Her body had gone limp and was still trembling slightly.
I sighed and whispered, "I'll let you go now... If you don't scream, I promise I won't hurt you, okay?"
She nodded.
But as soon as I loosened my grip even a little, the woman let out a short scream, and I immediately covered her mouth again. At the same time, she slammed her knee into my lower abdomen. I smiled slightly, turned to the side and pinned her against the wall.
My tone hardened slightly: "Listen! I don't want to hurt you, but you'd better cooperate, okay? You're a beautiful girl, and I don't want to cause you any trouble. I just need a little help, and it won't cause you any problems... If you continue to refuse to cooperate, I'll have to knock you out... Understand?"
This time, however… she simply stopped responding. I saw the fear in her beautiful eyes deepen, and then her eyelids rolled back, and she actually fainted.
I paused, looking at the girl in my arms, feeling a mix of amusement and exasperation. She slumped into my arms, and I could easily lift her. I was initially worried she was faking it, but after checking her, I realized it wasn't an act.
I thought for a moment, then released her and placed her on the sofa. Then I quickly inspected the house.
The house was small, with only one room, but there were two beds, indicating that she wasn't the only woman living there. This made me frown slightly. However, I guessed that she was probably sharing the room with another woman from the nightclub. That wasn't a problem; I could just wait for the other woman to return and figure out how to subdue her.
The home was simple, sparsely furnished, but very clean. Clearly, this woman lived a frugal life, which surprised me, considering her income was considered high for Vietnam. Yet, the house didn't even have air conditioning, and the rooms would be very stuffy if the windows weren't open…
I searched through everything, but couldn't find any gauze or cotton. I thought for a moment, and suddenly an idea struck me—a solution that left me somewhat helpless…
I went into the bathroom and found a package in the cabinet inside...
Don't laugh, these are sanitary napkins for women!
In the absence of gauze and cotton, this is the cleanest and most suitable thing I could find to wrap the wound!
And in this situation, do I have any other choice?
I found a towel, stuffed it into my mouth and bit down on it, then held my bare arm across the table. I found a match in the kitchen and used it to sterilize the blade of the knife!
I endured the excruciating pain and carefully cut open the gunshot wound on my arm... I gently cut through the flesh, carefully made an incision, and then gently pried open the wound with the tip of the knife...
Large beads of sweat rolled down my forehead. The pain was so intense I almost fainted. I was panting heavily, my body trembling slightly, but I told myself with unwavering willpower: I can't faint! I can't faint! I absolutely cannot faint now!!
Finally, I saw a bullet inside the muscle! I gently picked the bullet out with the tip of the knife. By then, I was exhausted, sweat pouring down my body like oars, and I felt like I had been pulled out of the water! Blood was flowing, staining the table and the floor. I was breathing rapidly and my hands were trembling.
Finally, I sighed, tore open a sanitary napkin, took a strip, gently dipped it in the rubbing alcohol from the medicine, and carefully wiped the wound.
During this process, I couldn't help but groan in pain, my facial muscles almost contorted! I knew my expression must have been incredibly ferocious at that moment! Because I saw my reflection in the glass of the living room!
I simply didn't have the strength to stitch up the wound right away, so I sat down and caught my breath for a while.
The whole process took me a full half hour! The intense pain, coupled with blood loss, made me a little dizzy, and I bit my tongue hard a few times.
At that moment, I suddenly felt the mixed-race beauty lying next to me trembling slightly. I glanced at her and saw that she was awake, but she kept her eyes closed, not daring to look at me. Her eyes were tightly shut, and her hands were clutching her clothes; she was clearly very scared.
I patted her and said through gritted teeth, "Don't be afraid. I won't hurt you."
"I..." the mixed-race beauty said in a trembling voice, "I'm afraid of blood... I'm terrified of blood."
I gave a wry smile: "Do you have a needle and thread at home?"
"Please don't hurt me...please don't hurt me..." She was somewhat panicked: "I promise I won't tell anyone, I promise I won't call the police...I won't tell anyone...please go...please."
I took a breath, forced a smile, and decided to try to calm her down first.
"Okay, I can leave. I'll leave as soon as I've finished treating my wound. Is that alright?"
"real?"
"real."
She jumped up from the sofa and said quickly, "I'll go get the needle and thread!" She still covered her eyes with one hand, not daring to look at me, probably afraid of seeing blood.
As she walked, she even bumped into the wall. After she quickly slipped into the room, a sudden thought struck me, and I jumped up!
Sure enough, the woman slammed the door shut as soon as she entered the room! I pulled hard, and she locked the door from the inside with a snap!
I sneered, took two steps back, then exhaled and shouted, raising my leg to kick him!
Bang!
I kicked the door open! The lock snapped open. I saw the woman sitting on the edge of the bed, holding a phone in her hand!