Chapter 82: Undressing
Nyoi-Bo Studio Nyoi-Bo Studio
“Stop. Stop now!”
One-eyed Eagle’s eyes widened, and his mind seized up. Based on the swinging of his teammate’s limbs and the hoarse voice coming from his throat, he was sure that the square-faced man had not died yet. But it was precisely because his comrade was not dead that he did not shoot. Although they were cold-blooded mercenaries, there was no need for him to kill one of his own companions like this.
But as the square-faced man came closer, Eagle felt even more threatened. He could feel every hair on his body standing up, and he was sure that he was as good as waiting for death. After fighting his dark thoughts, he gritted his teeth and shouted, “Go to hell, you b*tch mutt!”
He pulled the trigger of his sniper rifle.
At almost the same time, Xiao Luo pulled his dagger out of the square-faced man’s chest and rushed at Eagle. The sniper bullet just barely whizzed by the square-faced man, while the side of Xiao Luo’s face narrowly dodged it. Like a fierce tiger, he pounced on Eagle with his dagger. The blade was like a tiger’s exposed fangs, exuding a menacing aura.
Eagle only saw the knife flash in front of him and felt the powerful impact of his sniper rifle. He staggered backward a few steps before regaining his balance. He couldn’t help but stare. The barrel of his gun had been cut clean off. The split was smooth and neat as if it had been formed by a laser.
“The gun is broken?”
Xiao Luo put away his knife and stood up. His face revealed a playful smile. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to kill this one-eyed brawler, but so far, he had only allowed his dagger to reach the sniper rifle.
Eagle looked at this young Hua national in front of him, who was only about four to five inches shorter than him, and the Westerner could not believe his eyes. The one who had been leading them by the nose, the ghost that had harvested a dozen lives, was just a thin, meek kid. Eagle felt like he could lift him up with one hand.
However, as a member of the team hired to hunt him down, a team that had been fighting for their lives for almost a decade, Eagle quickly calmed down and flung his sniper rifle to the side. He took out the dagger that hung around his waist and adopted a fighting sense. He viciously challenged the boy, “I will make you pay, you Hua pig!”
“So many of you have died by my hand, and so now it’s all down to you?” Xiao Luo sneered disdainfully, wiping the blood off his dagger.
“There is a price to be paid for your arrogance!”
Eagle roared loudly as he twirled his feet and slammed into Xiao Luo. There was no fancy technique involved, just one swift motion, wrapped with murderous intent. The dagger stabbed toward Xiao Luo’s neck, aiming to end his life with a single stroke.
“You’re overestimating yourself!”
Xiao Luo sneered. His eyes narrowed, and just as Eagle’s dagger was about to drive into him, his left food staggered backward, and his body twisted forcibly. When the opponent’s blade closed in on his chest, at the same time, his own knife danced fancily before its tip plunged into the one-eyed man’s throat.
Blood began to flow, and the body of the one-eyed man stopped. His eyes were full of disbelief.
One move. In just one move, he was defeated!
How could that be?
He was Eagle, leader of the Red Scorpion Mercenaries. He was the only one who could kill someone else in a split second. Why was it that now…
Fright clouded Eagle’s eyes. His expression was puzzled, and he couldn’t understand the reason.
Xiao Luo threw his shoulder back to the left, then thrust forward with his right hand. His posture was as elegant as a swordsman’s, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly. This gave him a cold-blooded aura.
“Allow me to reunite with your brother!” With a faint smile, he withdrew the dagger, and the blood that followed was like a damned-up reservoir that had finally found a breach in the one-eyed brawler’s neck.
Eagle shouted hoarsely and fell back to the ground. His blood flowed out quickly, and his physical strength seeped from his body—as did his soul.
Xiao Luo tossed aside the bloody dagger and turned away.
Back at the shore, Chu Yue had dug herself out of the mud like a fish. Her eyes were closed, and her face was as pale as a sheet of paper. Her red lips had turned black from the cold, and her teeth chattered constantly. Like greenhouse flowers that had been hit by a storm, people’s hearts ached for her.
Xiao Luo carried her to the river and washed away the dirt from her body with clean water. Chu Yue, who had recovered slightly, opened her big eyes, and there was a pitiful, pitiful light.
“I…I thought you had left me…”
While she talked, tears rolled down her face. Today’s experience alone was enough for her to remember him for a lifetime.
Xiao Luo did not have much to say to comfort her. He only had one simple command: “Undress!”
Chu Yue thought that she had heard wrong. The wind blew, and her body trembled even more as she clutched her hands tightly in front of her chest. She dared not move.
Xiao Luo was too lazy to explain and took off her clothes.
“What are you doing? Don’t touch me! Don’t touch me!” Chu Yue screamed loudly, hitting Xiao Luo’s back fiercely like a cat whose tail has just been stepped on
Xiao Luo ignored her and rudely peeled off her white shirt but did not remove her black lingerie. Her upper body was almost entirely naked, and her jade-like skin gave off a seductive air. There was no trace of impurity in her eyes. Xiao Luo immediately took off his clothes and put them on her.
At that moment, Chu Yue felt an unprecedented warmth. All the coldness disappeared. Her body was warm.
She now knew she had misunderstood this guy. A large pair of watery eyes stared blankly at Xiao Luo, who was now shirtless. She did not know what this feeling was, but it seemed as though a little deer was running around frantically in her heart.
“If I were you, I would move around a little to keep my body warm instead of staring at a half-naked man in a daze.”
Xiao Luo lowered his head and said faintly, “People may not get sick immediately after soaking in cold water for a long time. But if they don’t warm up immediately after coming out of the water, then they will get sick within a few minutes.”
Chu Yue appeared to be blushing. She slowly stood up and moved carefully. “Pretentious Di—Xiao Luo, thank you!”
“You should call me Pretentious D*ck again. It feels weird for you to call me by my name,” Xiao Luo said, frowning.
Chu Yue laughed and said, “I also feel like it’s better to keep calling you Pretentious D*ck. I’m already so used to it.”
Xiao Luo maintained his distant posture and looked at her with a blank expression on his face. “Don’t be all smiley,” he said, “danger is still lurking.”
“Ah? Then should I hide in the mud again?” Chu Yue asked, startled.
“No, just follow me.”
Xiao Luo coughed dryly. He just wanted to scare Chu Yue a little. Even if there were other mercenaries, they had probably evacuated by now. After all, even if Hua Nation’s police were notoriously slow to respond, it was about time for them to arrive.
The two marched several hundred yards toward the national highway. Soon, a large number of special police came into view in the dense forest ahead. They were all fanned out, searching the area.
“It’s the police! The police!”
Chu Yue was very excited. There was no time like now to be excited about seeing the police!
“You are safe now. If they ask you what happened, just say that a stranger saved you. Don’t expose me,” Xiao Luo said, urging her as his feet slammed to the ground and charged into the jungle. Soon, he disappeared from Chu Yue’s sight.