Go in?
What’s she up to?
Ye Qiu glanced at Tang Tang.
Oddly, though her face was cold, she exuded an overwhelming presence.
It was even stronger than Lin Jingzhi’s.
Like a queen!
“Strange, she’s just a big star, how does she have such a powerful aura?” Ye Qiu wondered.
Tang Tang seemed to realize she’d let it slip, quickly reining it in, then softly said, “The zipper on my dress is stuck, Ye Qiu, come help me with it.”
“Sure.”
Ye Qiu stepped into the room.
Standing behind her, up close, he saw her skin was like flawless jade, glowing faintly under the light.
“Hurry up, we’re leaving soon,” Tang Tang urged, noticing he hadn’t moved.
“Oh,” Ye Qiu replied, one hand holding the dress, the other grabbing the zipper, giving it a tug.
But it was jammed tight, immovable.
He tried again, and accidentally, his fingers brushed her back, smooth as silk.
At that moment, he felt her tremble sharply, and the spot he’d touched turned pink instantly.
Ye Qiu was surprised.
Just a light touch, and she reacted so strongly—could she be hypersensitive?
“Faster,” Tang Tang pressed, “the zipper’s caught in the fabric, don’t pull up, pull down.”
Ye Qiu tried a few times, failed, then used more force, yanking it downward.
Rip!
The zipper slid all the way down.
In an instant, the dress slipped off her shoulders, pooling at her feet.
“Ah!” Tang Tang yelped, hastily pulling it up, then snapped, “Ye Qiu, get out!”
“Need more help?” he asked.
“Out!”
She was getting mad.
“Alright,” Ye Qiu turned and left.
Five minutes later, Tang Tang emerged.
She wore a fitted white dress that hugged her curves, showing off a pale neck and slender arms, her hair cascading down her back, radiating elegance and grace.
Ye Qiu was stunned.
Seeing him stare, Tang Tang blushed slightly, then asked softly, “Does it look good?”
A wise love expert once said, when a woman asks a man if she looks good, he must say yes, sparing no praise, piling it on thick.
Ye Qiu replied, “Good? It’s beyond that—you’re a goddess.”
“You know, right now, I’m reminded of Cao Zijian’s lines from the Ode to the Goddess of the Luo River: ‘As if light clouds veil the moon, drifting like snow caught in the wind. From afar, radiant as the sun rising in dawn’s glow; up close, dazzling like a lotus blooming from clear waves.’”
“Even the Goddess of the Luo in person couldn’t compare!”
Tang Tang covered her mouth, giggling, “No wonder you’ve charmed so many women, you’ve got a silver tongue, don’t you?”
“How’d you know I’ve got multiple women?” Ye Qiu asked, startled.
“You said it yourself!”
“Did I? I don’t recall.”
“You’re just forgetful, come on, it’s getting late, let’s go!”
Ye Qiu led Tang Tang to the underground parking lot.
Han Long and Xiao Zhan were already waiting.
Still five cars.
One Maybach and four Audis.
Ye Qiu helped Tang Tang into the Maybach’s back seat, then instructed Han Long and Xiao Zhan, “Head to the beauty salon first, check everything thoroughly, verify every attendee’s identity, make sure nothing goes wrong.”
“Yes, sir!”
Han Long and Xiao Zhan left ahead.
Ye Qiu slid into the Maybach beside Tang Tang, smiling, “Your assistants are already at the salon, let’s get going!”
“Okay.”
The car started, heading toward the salon.
Tang Tang gazed out at the scenery, “Jiangzhou’s so beautiful, it’s my first time here.”
Ye Qiu grinned, “It’s not just pretty, there’s tons of good food, you should visit more, I’ll take you to try it all.”
“Great, I love food.”
As they chatted, the car crossed the Yangtze River Bridge.
Ye Qiu explained, “Jiangzhou’s named after the Yangtze, which splits it in two.”
“There are twelve bridges spanning the river here.”
“This one we’re on, the Yangtze River Bridge, was the first of its kind in the country, a historic landmark in Jiangzhou, dubbed ‘The First Bridge of the Thousand-Mile Yangtze.’”
“When you’ve got time, I’ll bring you to walk it, especially in autumn at dusk, when the sunset paints the river half green, half red—it’s like stepping into a painting…”
Before he finished, a Hummer suddenly veered toward them.
“Watch out!”
Ye Qiu kicked the door open, pulling Tang Tang out.
She had no idea what was happening, about to ask, when a deafening boom rang out. She whipped around—the Maybach they’d been in was airborne.
It flipped midair, crashing down in pieces.
But the Hummer didn’t stop, barreling toward Ye Qiu and Tang Tang.
Still reeling, Tang Tang was shoved behind Ye Qiu.
He clenched his right fist, activating the Nine-Turn Dragon Art, and as the Hummer charged, smashed it into the hood.
Boom!
The Hummer flipped, engine dead.
With the Nine-Turn Dragon Art, Ye Qiu’s single arm wielded thousands of pounds of force.
He strode forward, punched through the windshield, grabbed the driver’s hair, and yanked him out.
The driver, a middle-aged man around forty, had dark skin and a bearded chin.
Slap!
Ye Qiu backhanded him, barking, “Who are you? Why’d you attack me?”
“Kid, the Leader’s ordered your death, you’re done,” the man grinned up at him. “Kill yourself now, or it’ll be worse.”
Hearing “Leader,” Ye Qiu knew he was from the Witch God Cult, demanding, “Where’s Poison Scorpion?”
The man’s smile widened, “The Right Envoy’s already here.”
Poison Scorpion’s here?
Ye Qiu jolted, looking up as several loud crashes echoed—the four Audis protecting them were rammed off the bridge into the river.
Then, four Hummers charged toward him like mad bulls.
