[Adult Urban] Lonely Officialdom (Final Chapter) - Chapter 40 (Complete)

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Chapter 265 A Lifetime of Loneliness
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Tang Xiaoyang used to rarely smoke, but recently, he suddenly became addicted to it. With each breath, his head would momentarily spin, and these brief moments were perhaps the happiest when he was lucid. At other times, he endured the torment of immense humiliation.
Tang Xiaoyang stubbed out the cigarette he was holding, which was only half-burnt, and took another from the pack, tossing one to the strategist sitting on the opposite sofa. He then lit another himself.
"Tobacco and alcohol are truly wonderful things," Tang Xiaoyang remarked.
"Boss, we can't just keep waiting like this. You saw Zhang Bing today; he was incredibly arrogant. Beijing is your territory, yet he's even more arrogant than you," the strategist said, lighting a cigarette and exhaling smoke. This guy often gave Tang Xiaoyang some insidious ideas, which actually benefited Tang Xiaoyang a few times. Having just been promoted to top strategist, he was highly trusted by Tang Xiaoyang. "
The smoke you inhale, the loneliness you exhale! " Tang Xiaoyang spat
fiercely. "Didn't we hire someone to take him down last time? A complete wipeout? We spent so much money, and not a single ghost came back to report." He, a highly educated man who considered himself an elite, used to hate people swearing. But since meeting Zhang Bing, swearing had become his everyday language. Or perhaps, he couldn't vent his anger.
"Zhang Bing is a master. I warned him last time; ordinary people are no match for him," said Yan Gan, exhaling smoke rings. Zhang Bing's skills were gradually becoming known to the outside world, and now the level of assassins they were looking for was getting higher and higher.
"Who are your candidates?" Tang Xiaoyang asked, squinting. "Money is no object."
"It would be best if we could hire a renowned assassin, but alas—" Yan Gan shook his head. To avenge his boss, he specifically sought out information about that particular group of people. Although their information was highly confidential, those with a keen eye could still find some legends or clues. He found "Livestock" online on a foreign forum that listed the world's top ten killers, with Livestock ranked first, boasting a perfect record; no one had ever escaped his clutches. Therefore, when Tang Xiaoyang mentioned potential targets, he couldn't help but think of this person. If he were involved, Zhang Bing would likely be doomed, right?
"What?" Tang Xiaoyang asked, looking up, somewhat displeased that Yan Gan was deliberately keeping him in suspense, but he managed to hold back his anger. He was particularly sensitive now, afraid that even his subordinates might look down on him.
"Unfortunately, he's elusive; no one can contact him. However, you can post on the killer forum seeking cooperation with him. After verifying, he'll proactively contact the buyer," Yan Gan said with a smile. This information was also mentioned in that document, its veracity unknown. However, Tang Xiaoyang probably wouldn't approach him anyway. After all, his net worth, like his success rate, was astonishing.
"Really?" Tang Xiaoyang memorized the information and began to think. "If it's not necessary, try not to contact him. He seems too dangerous. By the way, how's Black Mountain, the Yamaguchi-gumi expert you invited from Japan the other day?"
"Very powerful," Yan Gan said excitedly. He had seen Black Mountain fight; more than a dozen men were no match for him. He admired Black Mountain greatly, and it was through him that Yu Teng came to Beijing and met Tang Xiaoyang. "
Then this person is worth using," Tang Xiaoyang nodded. "Hopefully, he will succeed this time."
"Yes, they are preparing a plan to deal with Zhang Bing, and it seems to be at a critical moment. I didn't have the opportunity to participate in this plan, so I only know some basics—" Yan Gan nodded.
After finishing lunch at Xi Juan's house, Zhang Bing knew that the mother and daughter had work to do, so he quickly said goodbye and left. Before leaving, Xi Juan urged Zhang Bing to leave Beijing again, and Zhang Bing agreed to leave the next day.
Zhang Bing thought for a moment and decided to take advantage of the afternoon to properly say goodbye to Jiang Yan, Lin Jing, Zi Xuan, and the others. Now that their relationships were mostly public, there was no need to be too reserved. Besides, he needed their support to start his club, so it was necessary to inform them beforehand.
Just as he started driving, his phone rang. It was a familiar, unsaved number that made his heart tremble. Zhang Bing hesitated for a long time before answering.
"Are you alright?" The deep female voice on the other end trembled slightly.
"Um—"
"Should I not have called you?" "
—" Silence, a deathly silence. Zhang Bing's hands were trembling violently, and he quickly pulled the car over to the side of the road.
"Then I'll hang up, I'm sorry—" Seeing that he hadn't spoken for a while, the other person's voice became even more sobbing, as if she were covering her mouth and crying.
"Are you alright? Is something wrong?" Zhang Bing felt a sudden, inexplicable pain in his heart and finally spoke before the other person hung up.
The other person didn't speak, but cried even harder.
"Don't cry, be strong, don't you always say that?" These words slipped out of Zhang Bing's mouth, and he immediately felt annoyed. He had clearly promised himself to forget and be cold-blooded, so why was he so overcome with sympathy and trying to comfort her?
The other woman cried even louder, for a long time. Zhang Bing didn't know how to comfort her, so he just listened quietly.
After a long while, the crying finally stopped, and the woman's voice calmed down considerably. "Thank you, I feel much better. I felt so wronged, talking to you for a while
made me feel much better. Goodbye!" Just like before, the woman hung up the phone decisively, as if afraid of disturbing him. Zhang Bing looked at the disconnected phone, smiling bitterly, troubled, his mind a jumble of anxieties. He
shook his head, restarted the car, and drove off, but the crying kept echoing in his mind, refusing to leave. Hong Wen found it amusing; he had so many women, how come he still couldn't escape this woman's curse? He randomly opened a record, and it was Liu Ruoying's "A Lifetime of Loneliness":
I think I will always be lonely, this lifetime will always be so lonely. I think I will always be lonely, this loneliness for a lifetime. The bluer the sky, the more afraid I am to look up. The more perfect the movie, the more sad I feel. The more time I have, the more uneasy I feel because I am always alone, living a lonely life. The person I like doesn't appear, the person who appears I don't like. Some love is hesitant, I'm still thinking about him when he leaves. I thought about settling, but I found that settling is even harder. So I learned to be optimistic and live a lonely life. When loneliness has become a habit, so habitual that I no longer think about what to do. Even if I am upset, even if no one is with me, how do I exchange freedom and loneliness? I walk alone on the street, looking at the sky, but I can't find the answer. I have no answer. The sky is already blue. I will look up and watch the movie. The more perfect the movie, the more I cherish the sadness. The more time I have, the more uneasy I feel because I will always be alone, living a lonely life. I think I will always be lonely. Listening to the poignant and melancholic song, Zhang Bing felt even more troubled—this song is her favorite, isn't it? He recalled the situation when he first returned to Beijing last year. He left Long Xin's place without explanation, and unconsciously went to her place near Zhixin Bridge. He called her and hung up again. Then, he found this song in her online space as a diary entry. Wasn't this a description of her own state of mind?
Annoying! So annoying! Really annoying!
Zhang Bing felt like he was about to explode, his mind filled with that smile and that silhouette. He tried his best to control himself, to stop thinking about her, to stop paying attention, but his mind kept swirling around. All the past events uncontrollably surfaced, scenes of joy and smiles, pleasure and sorrow, stubbornly crawling out of his mind like a movie. Zhang Bing stopped the car again, lit a cigarette, and listened to the mournful song over and over again, letting his thoughts wander.
To go, or not to go? Zhang Bing hesitated for a long time without a decision, so he flipped a coin. Numbers up, pictures down.
He tossed it casually, and after a long pause, Hong Wencai looked at the coin in his hand. Pictures? No way? Hmm, maybe I didn't explain it clearly just now. Let's try again. This time, we'll go with the image side, but not the digital side.
"Haha, image!" Zhang Bing tossed aside his cigarette, quickly started the engine, and sped off.
The familiar neighborhood, the familiar building, the familiar floor and room—Zhang Bing rushed upstairs, knocking urgently on the door.
"Who is it?" a panicked voice called from inside. Zhang Bing didn't answer. But the door opened quickly, seemingly as impatient as Zhang Bing outside.
A face still streaked with tears appeared, the bare arms covered in red and purple bruises. The person stared blankly at Zhang Bing for a long time before finally saying, "Thank you, I knew it was you! I'm really alright, you can go now." Then they turned and walked back inside, but didn't close the door.
Zhang Bing panicked immediately. Just as he was about to offer some comfort, Xiang'er suddenly stood up and ran over, throwing herself into his arms. Caught off guard, he was enveloped in a warm, fragrant embrace. Feeling the beautiful, delicate body in his arms, Zhang Bing felt a moment of disorientation. At this moment, the passionate and endearing Xiang'er had returned.
While Zhang Bing felt joy, a sense of panic also rose within him. Was this real? Didn't she say she wouldn't like him anymore? Could things go back to the way they were before? [

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Bing immediately and gently pushed Xiang'er away, taking a small step back, and said softly, "Xiang'er, please have some self-respect."
Xiang'er was struck dumb upon hearing this. Her delicate body staggered, and she stared at Zhang Bing with wide, incredulous eyes. After a long pause, her expression returned to calm, then she suddenly said coldly, "What did you say?" Her questioning tone seemed devoid of any human emotion, so cold that Zhang Bing was secretly startled.
Zhang Bing scratched his head, realizing he had gone too far with his words, and awkwardly smiled, saying, "What I meant was, we shouldn't be like this."
Xiang'er's lips suddenly curled into a mocking smile, then turned sneer, saying, "I know, you look down on me, don't you? I heard you're rich now, doing very well in the capital, so of course this old married woman like me isn't in your eyes—then what are you doing here? To laugh at me?" Xiang'er's face grew increasingly pale, her eyes filled with a chilling coldness, yet also concealing a deep resentment, like a wounded snow cat.
"Xiang'er, don't say that." Zhang Bing felt extremely embarrassed and didn't dare to look at Xiang'er. He just said in a low, helpless voice, "You know how I feel about you, but—we're over. I was just worried about you, so I decided to come and see you—"
Xiang'er felt a little better after hearing this. She walked gracefully to Zhang Bing, her breath sweet as orchids, and said with a cold smile, "I know how I feel about you? What do I know? I just know that you don't want me anymore, and you don't even dare to hug me." After saying that, tears started falling again.
Zhang Bing smiled bitterly and helplessly, "But we're over, you said it yourself—"
"I don't care." Xiang'er interrupted him stubbornly, suddenly stretching out her jade arms to hug Zhang Bing tightly. Her full, jade-like lips rained down on Zhang Bing's face like a storm, but Zhang Bing, like a startled bird, hurriedly dodged away. Xiang'er's expression darkened, and tears finally streamed down her face. She held onto Zhang Bing tightly, refusing to let go, and murmured in his ear as if she were crying, "Zhang Bing, you have no conscience, you have no integrity, you don't keep your word, you're not a man, why are you torturing me? You said you would be good to me, that you would cherish me for the rest of your life?"
Looking at the heartbroken and sorrowful expression of the beauty in his arms, Zhang Bing suddenly felt a pang of fear. He felt a sharp pain in his heart, and finally, helplessly, he succumbed to the tenderness Xiang'er had created, pressing his fiery lips to her delicate, flower-like lips. Xiang'er's body trembled, and a joyful smile appeared on her face. She eagerly responded, even offering her own tongue to her beloved's mouth, letting him freely explore.
A passionate kiss ignited. After several minutes of fervent kissing, they reluctantly parted. Zhang Bing held Xiang'er as they sat on the living room sofa. Xiang'er breathed heavily, nestled in Zhang Bing's arms, her flawless face radiating an alluring, boundless beauty.
Xiang'er's soft panting reached Zhang Bing's ears, possessing an irresistible allure. This seductive, almost moaning panting was enough to ignite the desire in any man's heart.
Xiang'er was completely enveloped in extreme joy at this moment. Nestled in Zhang Bing's strong and muscular arms, she felt that everything was so pleasant. However, remembering her earlier sadness, she couldn't help but pout and gently pinch Zhang Bing, saying, "Don't you dare bully me again." Her voice was both a warning and a pout, a tactic she used to employ with Zhang Bing in the past—everything seemed to have returned to the way it was before.
A fragrance as sweet as orchids and musk wafted from Xiang'er's body, indescribably alluring and captivating. Zhang Bing felt dizzy and nodded absently. Only then did Xiang'er offer a kiss with satisfaction.
"By the way, what happened to you? Why are you covered in so many wounds? Who bullied you? Why are you so sad?" Zhang Bing finally asked the questions that had been bothering him. He felt sorry for her.
Xiang'er was taken aback at first, then chuckled softly. She glanced at him sideways and said coldly, "Don't talk about those unpleasant things. Just pretend I was bitten by a dog. Now that I see you, everything is alright—" Xiang'er's tone suddenly softened, her beautiful eyes sparkling with tenderness, and she whispered, "Seeing you makes me smile. I now realize how good you are to me, how happy I am to have you. I want to hold on to this forever and never let go." At the end, Xiang'er lowered her head shyly, her jade-like face already flushed crimson, exquisitely beautiful.
Xiang'er's gentle words contained boundless affection; even a heart of stone would be moved. Zhang Bing had already helplessly fallen into the trap of this tender affection, tightly embracing Xiang'er's boneless body, gently kissing her jade-like face, expressing his gratitude for the beauty's favor.
"Tell me what happened! I'm going to teach those who bullied you a lesson. How dare they bully such a precious woman like Xiang'er? They must have a death wish!" Zhang Bing insisted, feeling responsible for protecting her now that she was back by his side.
"Let's make this clear first, you're not allowed to act impulsively, and you're not allowed to seek revenge!" Xiang'er nestled happily in his arms, still seemingly not wanting Zhang Bing to know.
"Yes, I know who's tough, I won't do anything reckless."
"It's a guy named Tang Shao. Yesterday, they found me and asked if I had a relationship with you. I said it was over, and they tied me up without saying anything and took me to a villa. Then Tang Shao came out and said that I had offended him and that he was going to take revenge on all my women. They were so fierce, a lot of people, they kept beating me, whipping me, and that beast even raped me—I was tortured so badly by them, I really wanted to die, and just when I was thinking about it, they brought me back—" Xiang'er recounted her experience in fits and starts, which made Zhang Bing furious. Without asking, it was that guy Tang Xiaoyang again. He couldn't deal with her, so he targeted people who were related to her.
"Oh, right, I overheard them talking about going to find your other women. There's someone named Long Xin, someone named Zhao Na, and—and Zi Xuan, yes, Yuan Zi Xuan. They said they're going to grab them one by one and torture them horribly, damn it. Zhang Bing, you need to tell those girls to hide! They're so cruel, they treat women like dirt—" Xiang'er clung tightly to Zhang Bing, still terrified.
"Where did they hit you? Let me check your wounds and buy you some medicine." Zhang Bing was heartbroken. In his heart, he had already sentenced Tang Xiaoyang to death. Since you've acted so recklessly, don't blame me. To protect my women, you must die!
"My arms are covered in whip marks, and my thighs, my back, all over! They're so cruel! That bully called Tang Shao even bit my chest, almost biting it off—"
Upon hearing this, Zhang Bing involuntarily glanced at Xiang'er's chest. Xiang'er was wearing a light blue, tight-fitting shirt today. Her high, full breasts pushed a small gap between the two buttons of the shirt, revealing glimpses of her snow-white skin and the lace trim of her pink bra. The half-hidden allure, though hazy, was all the more captivating. Young and vigorous, Zhang Bing couldn't resist such temptation. His mouth went dry, and a burning jealousy raged within him. His mind became hazy, and without realizing it, he reached out and pulled Xiang'er tightly into his arms, gently kissing her fair face. Taking advantage of Xiang'er's confused state, his left hand quietly climbed up her alluring breasts.
Xiang'er felt Zhang Bing's demonic touch freely kneading and caressing her sensitive areas, her body struck as if by lightning. In the end, he became increasingly rude, even gently unbuttoning her clothes and blatantly reaching inside. The friction of their skin sent waves of indescribable pleasure through her. Xiang'er's body went limp and weak, losing all strength to resist. Soft, shy moans escaped her throat, alluring and suggestive, further fueling Zhang Bing's arousal.
Zhang Bing impatiently pressed Xiang'er down beneath him, gently kissing her while slowly unbuttoning her clothes.
"No...no, Bing, don't do this, it hurts there. I'll give it to you later, okay?" Xiang'er pleaded helplessly and fearfully, like a lamb to the slaughter. This man was still so fascinated by her body, which surprised her, but her body was in so much pain, and she feared she couldn't withstand the assault—driven by conflicting emotions, she weakly resisted Zhang Bing's rude actions. However, the difference in strength was too great, and her half-hearted resistance inadvertently ignited Zhang Bing's lust.
Zhang Bing was filled with restless energy, his pent-up desires yearning for release. Under his lecherous touch, most of Xiang'er's clothes were removed, revealing large expanses of her fair, jade-like skin. Indeed, it was covered in red and purple bruises, but Zhang Bing's actions, fueled by jealousy and the allure of the scene, intensified.
"No! Don't do this!" Xiang'er cried out as Zhang Bing's hand touched her shapely, long thighs, forcefully pushing him away.
Perhaps Xiang'er's voice was too shrill, and her resistance too forceful, for Zhang Bing staggered, his dazed mind instantly clearing, and his movements halting.
Xiang'er cowered at the other end of the sofa, grabbing her clothes to cover her exposed skin. Looking into her bewildered eyes, Zhang Bing felt like a villain who had failed in his attempt to seduce someone. He was immediately embarrassed, forcing a sheepish smile, and took a step back. He whispered, "I'm sorry, Xiang'er, I was too impulsive. I—I'll go out first."

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Xiang'er took in the disappointment in his eyes, her heart aching with tenderness. Suddenly, she made a firm decision. A shy smile appeared on her delicate lips. She threw away her clothes, gently embraced Zhang Bing who was about to leave, and whispered in his ear, "No, don't go. I mean, not here, let's go inside."
Upon hearing this, Zhang Bing's face lit up with ecstasy. He felt every cell in his body rejoice. He couldn't wait to bend down and pick up Xiang'er's beautiful body, quickly walking into the bedroom.
He impatiently placed Xiang'er's jade-like body gently on the large bed, and then pressed himself against her.
Amidst passionate kisses and caresses, their clothes gradually fell away. Zhang Bing pressed Xiang'er beneath him, gently examining the naked, fiery body beneath him. It had been too long; he wanted to see how this body, once his own, had changed.
Xiang'er, true to her background in the beauty and fitness industry, possessed fair, delicate, and smooth skin, her curves as beautiful and alluring as ever. Her radiant, snow-white body trembled gently under Zhang Bing's caresses, a faint blush rising to her cheeks, clearly showing that she too was overcome with passion and unable to contain herself.
The beautiful woman's full, pert breasts stood tall and trembling, dazzling the eye. Zhang Bing was captivated, gently lowering his head to lick the two adorable, tender nipples. His fingers traveled down her high, pert breasts, past her soft, slender waist, and across her round, firm buttocks, finally reaching the inside of Xiang'er's tightly closed thighs. Under Zhang Bing's wanton caresses, waves of tingling pleasure, like electric shocks, gradually intensified, reaching Xiang'er's heart and mind. Xiang'er trembled and went limp, feeling a blissful, floating sensation, as if she were flying to the clouds.
At this moment, fueled by jealousy, Zhang Bing unleashed every seductive trick on Xiang'er's supple, boneless body. Poor Xiang'er's body couldn't withstand such wanton teasing; her paradise was already overflowing with desire, her entire body aching and tingling as if countless insects were biting her. She stretched out her slender, vine-like arms and tightly embraced Zhang Bing's neck, pleading in a trembling voice, "Quick, take me, quick—"
Her soft murmurs were like a sob, so alluring and captivating in this ambiguous world of desire. Zhang Bing, too, felt his lower body burning with pent-up rage, and without hesitation, he aimed his monstrous erection at Xiang'er's exquisite, muddy, and ravaged area.
"Ah!" A muffled groan escaped their lips, and both felt a tremor in their hearts, as if all the old sensations had returned. Xiang'er's path was still so tight, drawing one back again and again. Neither of them moved, quietly reliving this long-lost feeling.
After a long while, Xiang'er finally came to her senses. Her hips swayed slightly, seemingly urging the man to advance. Zhang Bing then slowly began to thrust.
"Ah—yours have gotten bigger and longer?"
"Hmm, do you like it?"
"I like it—but be gentle, I'm not used to it yet!"
Under Zhang Bing's skillful and skillful thrusts, Xiang'er finally reached her climax. Her jade hands caressed Zhang Bing's back haphazardly, her delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly, her pearly teeth biting lightly, and her cherry lips uttered intermittent, shy, and helpless moans. Her pair of snow-white, delicate, and beautifully slender legs had already wrapped around Zhang Bing's waist, while her buttocks twisted slightly and her waist swayed, skillfully meeting Zhang Bing's thrusts.
Zhang Bing's enormous, hard member moved rapidly within Xiang'er's tight, exquisite opening. The extreme pleasure made Xiang'er's body go limp, as if floating on air. Her brows were brimming with spring-like joy, her beautiful eyes sparkling with alluring charm. The intoxicated expression on her noble and elegant face unconsciously satisfied Zhang Bing's desire to conquer, further fueling his lust and making his movements even more frenzied. After an unknown amount of time, Xiang'er, having experienced her third time, could no longer resist Zhang Bing's vigorous thrusts. With an unconscious, seductive moan, she finally fainted from pleasure.
The extreme sensory and physiological pleasure brought by their intercourse made Zhang Bing incredibly happy, but even after Xiang'er fainted, his lower body remained erect, showing no sign of climax. Zhang Bing, still aroused, gazed at the beautiful, soft, and sweaty body in his arms. He knew Xiang'er was beyond endurance, especially given her numerous bruises. Reluctantly, Zhang Bing withdrew, gently caressing her body.
A few minutes later, Xiang'er slowly awoke, her starry eyes half-open, her face flushed with desire. She lay languidly in Zhang Bing's arms, enjoying his attentive care. A mischievous smile filled her heart. "You're much better than before!" she said playfully.
"Do you like it?"
"Yes! I want to do this more often every day, okay?"
Xiang'er's sharp canine teeth gently rubbed against Zhang Bing's earlobe. Zhang Bing nodded with a pained expression. Xiang'er smiled smugly, her beautiful eyes sweeping over Zhang Bing's still erect member. Remembering how she had cried out in pleasure under its thrusts, she felt a surge of shame. But recalling the earlier scene, she exclaimed in surprise, "You haven't—"
Zhang Bing smiled awkwardly and nodded. Xiang'er gasped softly, then bit Zhang Bing's ear hard again, scolding, "Monster, you really are a monster." Her voice was full of spring-like coquettishness. Xiang'er's small hands, understandingly, enveloped Zhang Bing's erection, stroking it up and down. Zhang Bing breathed heavily, and just as the floodgates of ejaculation were about to open, he suddenly pressed Xiang'er down, his erection entering her tight, fiery depths again, moving rapidly and intensely. Xiang'er, without restraint, surrendered herself completely, letting out seductive moans that sounded like both pain and pleasure. Finally, with Zhang Bing's roar, they both reached a beautiful climax, and Xiang'er fell asleep again.
Zhang Bing pulled his arm away from under Xiang'er's head, looking at her curled-up body in his arms, feeling a slight pang of heartache. Girls who like to curl up like shrimp when they sleep often lack a sense of security.
Zhang Bing gently brushed the hair covering her face behind her head, lightly kissed her forehead, and then walked naked into the bathroom.
After showering, he glanced at the sleeping Xiang'er and quietly closed the door.
He had important things to do tonight. Before leaving, he should leave some memories for this city. Anyone who dares to bully his woman, well, you'd better wash your neck and wait for me to deal with you, no matter if you're a rich young master or whatever—what kind of man is he if he can't protect his woman?
Just as Zhang Bing closed the door, the sleeping Xiang'er opened her eyes, staring blankly out the door, her eyes gleaming with despair, and tears streamed down her face again.
At the entrance of Tianhe Runyuan residential complex, a black Audi slowly drove past, then accelerated slightly and sped into the darkness.
Although Tianhe Runyuan wasn't in the city center, it was within the Third Ring Road, making it difficult to find a quiet place. It was getting early, and Zhang Bing needed to find a safe place to park. And he wouldn't be able to until the early hours of the morning.
They drove on for a while longer before finally stopping beside a small park. A row of cars were already parked there, so their car wouldn't attract attention.
"Let's rest for a bit. We'll make our move in two hours," Zhang Bing muttered to himself, glancing at his watch. It wasn't even midnight yet; the best time to kill someone was generally around 2 or 3 AM. That's when the body is weakest and least alert.
Although he had recovered his strength after a short rest, Zhang Bing knew Tang Xiaoyang wasn't an ordinary person; she would definitely have many bodyguards protecting her. It was best to conserve his energy.
Thinking this, Zhang Bing took a box from under the seat, disguised himself in the car, and closed his eyes, pretending to sleep.
Two hours later, Zhang Bing rolled down the window and looked at the night outside. Compared to before, besides the cars speeding by, there were only rows of still-flickering streetlights. Pedestrians were scarce; in the distance, there wasn't a single lone figure.
"We can begin," Zhang Bing said in a hoarse, aged voice. Zhang Bing's handsome, refined face was gone, replaced by the image of a wrinkled old man. His face was covered in crisscrossing wrinkles, his skin was dark, and his hair was silver-gray, a messy tangled mess. He was quite satisfied with his voice and appearance; he had learned it from Chang Xiang and Ling Shan's subordinates, purely for fun, never expecting it to come in handy.
He started the car and parked it not far from the side gate of Tianhe Runyuan before quietly
getting out. The main gate was off-limits; the electronic surveillance there was difficult to bypass. He could only enter through the back side wall and then make his way to Tang Xiaoyang's villa on the outermost edge. The three-meter-high wall was no problem for Zhang Bing, who possessed superhuman strength.
Tang Xiaoyang's villa was on the far left of Tianhe Runyuan, the quietest and most secluded spot. Although it was incorporated into Tianhe Runyuan, it was still connected to the outer wall, making it a very independent villa, which facilitated Zhang Bing's movements.

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Zhang Bing quickly dodged two groups of patrolling security guards and several locations where cameras might be installed, and sneaked to the side of Tang Xiaoyang's villa. He listened carefully, but there was no sound of talking or movement inside. Zhang Bing, still worried, felt around on the ground and threw in a small stone, but it didn't make a sound. This reassured Zhang Bing; he wasn't afraid of people, but a dog would be troublesome.
Zhang Bing took two steps back, then lunged forward, climbing up the wall. When his head was parallel to the wall, he stopped. The streetlights outside were on, but there was no sound inside. Light was still coming from a small building next to the main building, but the rest of the place was dark.
Zhang Bing lingered on the wall for another minute, and after confirming that there was no problem, he quietly slid down the wall. Squatting on the ground, he pondered for a moment, deciding to first deal with the people in the lit area of the side building. They were probably still awake, and if they made a sound, he might not be able to escape the capital. This operation was no small matter; every step had to be extremely careful. Otherwise, with Zhang Bing's skills, he could simply rush in and start a massacre—how could he possibly escape?
Zhang Bing approached the lit area, hearing faint voices coming from inside. Sure enough, the people inside weren't asleep yet. Zhang Bing reached the door, took out his knife, and was about to pry it open when a blinding light suddenly shone on his face, temporarily blinding him. He knew something was wrong, and with a quick forward roll, several muffled thuds echoed as several small holes appeared in the door where he had just stood. These were the results of guns with silencers.
Although Zhang Bing had dodged the first volley of shots, he was now in a very dangerous situation. When he got up, he was standing in the middle of the courtyard. Suddenly, all the lights in the villa came on. Shadowy figures were everywhere, and the sounds of running could be heard; clearly, the people inside the villa were searching for a better position.
The villa gate was wide open, and Tang Xiaoyang, Yangan, and a Japanese man led the way out.
Zhang Bing's eyes narrowed into slits; it seemed they were prepared. Had they known he would come tonight? And why was there a Japanese man? A chill ran through Zhang Bing. He didn't know where he had gone wrong, but he could guess that one of the three women he had recently been in contact with—Zhao Na, Xi Juan, and Xiang'er—might be problematic.
"Zhang Bing, you really dare to come? —Hey, who are you?" Tang Xiaoyang had assumed it would be Zhang Bing, but when he saw the old man standing in the middle of the yard, he couldn't help but ask.
"Who are you?" Yangan demanded sharply. "Who are you?" Zhang Bing asked in a modified voice, glancing sideways at his surroundings, his cloudy eyes filled with confusion and fear.
"Damn it, who are you? How did you get in here?" Tang Xiaoyang was getting angry. Was this old man going to ruin their perfect plan for tonight? The blood that was about to boil over suddenly turned cold. He thought he had finally gotten his revenge, but instead, he'd caught nothing but a stupid old man.
"I was just passing by. I don't know how—I just suddenly found my way in." Zhang Bing deliberately played dumb in front of them, trying to find a chance to escape. But seeing the gun barrels, some visible and some concealed, pointed at him, his scalp tingled. The situation was really bad. He didn't dare move an inch, hoping some unexpected factor would create an opportunity for him. Even with his superhuman strength, he could only protect his master three times at most, but the other side had over a dozen guns.
He guessed that the other side should at least send some people out to search. However, they were probably also afraid of making a big fuss and attracting gossip. Besides, his appearance was somewhat unexpected. If a carefully laid plan fails to yield the expected results, one's own situation becomes somewhat chaotic, so what else can one think of?
"Who are you trying to fool? Do you think you're an alien? You just flew over here in a flash? Tell me, where's Zhang Bing?" Tang Xiaoyang roared, his face ashen. He was convinced this old man was Zhang Bing's scout. This kid was really despicable, even sending out an old man like this.
"What wind?" Zhang Bing asked blankly.
"Damn it, this kid's still playing dumb." Yan Gan raised his gun and pointed it at Zhang Bing. He said, "Tell me, where's Zhang Bing? Otherwise, I'll shoot you dead."
"Don't kill me. I really don't know what wind—I was sleeping at the park entrance when a young man came up to me. He said he'd give me a thousand yuan if I did him a favor. I asked him what it was, and he said he'd help him climb over the wall to get a set of keys. I didn't believe him at first, but he immediately gave me five hundred. That's why I followed him here—he told me to climb the wall, so I did. I just came in, and you guys came out—" Zhang Bing's voice was broken, and his body trembled as if he were being threatened.
Tang Xiaoyang glanced at Zhang Bing's attire; the old man indeed looked like a homeless person sleeping in a park. In their minds, they couldn't imagine someone in today's technologically advanced society engaging in disguise, especially with a changed voice.
"Damn it, all that excitement for nothing. Two days of preparation, and this Zhang Bing is so cunning! He didn't come himself, but sent someone to test the waters first!" Tang Xiaoyang cursed fiercely. "Drag this old man out and bury him!"
Zhang Bing begged for mercy with a terrified expression, but secretly rejoiced. As long as he could get out of there and avoid having so many guns pointed at him, who would bury whom was another matter.
"Wait." The Japanese man, Kuroyama, who had been silently observing Zhang Bing, spoke up to stop him. His Chinese was strange, but understandable; he seemed to be another expert fluent in Chinese.
Zhang Bing's heart tightened suddenly, his cloudy pupils contracting as he looked at Kuroyama warily, wondering what this bastard was planning. Clearly, this Japanese man was a highly skilled expert specifically hired to deal with him. The Japanese are said to be extremely cautious and ruthless, and their ninjas and samurai are world-renowned. Could he have figured something out?
"Young Master Tang, we almost missed a big fish," Black Mountain said, turning around with a sinister expression.
"Besides Zhang Bing, who the hell is a big fish?" Tang Xiaoyang retorted irritably. In his mind, Zhang Bing was the biggest fish. He wouldn't care about anyone but him, not even the Emperor.
The greater one's hope, the greater the disappointment. They had prepared for this scheme for several days, even paying a high price to hire Black Mountain. Black Mountain was the Yamaguchi-gumi's top assassin; he designed this trap, which everyone applauded.
Black Mountain's trap was simple: through investigating Zhang Bing's background, he discovered Zhang Bing's special feelings for Xiang'er. And Xiang'er, being a very pragmatic woman, had countless ways to force her to submit. A check for one million yuan was enough to make Xiang'er submit. Although she protested later upon hearing that Zhang Bing was to be killed, Tang Xiaoyang quickly dismissed the protest by offering Xiang'er's younger brother a job in the local government. Xiang'er obediently performed a play, her performance flawless, even the bruises on her body realistically depicting whip marks – a testament to her meticulous planning.
What Zhang Bing didn't know was that Xiang'er initially intended to hint at her feelings, coldly rejecting him at the door, hoping he would leave. But it was precisely this attitude that dispelled any remaining doubts in Zhang Bing's mind, leading to his later re-entry into her relationship. Xiang'er, for her own benefit, had completely immersed herself in the role, flawlessly completing the charade.
Tang Xiaoyang initially doubted the relationship between Zhang Bing and Xiang'er, given that over a year had passed, they had broken up, and Zhang Bing was now surrounded by numerous women, all younger and more attractive than Xiang'er. However, Heishan, with the stubbornness of the Japanese, insisted he would succeed, leaving Tang Xiaoyang with no choice but to believe him and begin making arrangements.
While a large number of people were lying in ambush inside the main building, Tang Xiaoyang also deployed his forces elsewhere. Furthermore, he had a batch of automatic weapons delivered, vowing to riddle Zhang Bing with bullets and prevent his escape. He knew Zhang Bing's superhuman strength; he was practically invulnerable to blades and spears. Too many people could create openings, so to draw Zhang Bing's attention to that area and distract him from other potential weaknesses, Tang Xiaoyang ordered the lights there to be kept on all night. This would give Zhang Bing the illusion that he was awake late at night. If Zhang Bing wanted to enter the house to assassinate him, he would have to eliminate the awakened person first.
Sure enough, someone came, and that person, misled by the light in the small house, wanted to deal with any potential emergencies inside.
Tang Xiaoyang trembled with excitement, his face flushed, and he wanted to hug and kiss Heishan beside him.
However, the lights came on, and all his hopes were shattered; the person who came was not Zhang Bing. The feeling of falling from heaven to hell is maddening, and Tang Xiaoyang even felt a surge of hatred for Heishan, who had just wanted to hug and kiss her.
"It's him," Heishan said, pointing at Zhang Bing with a cold laugh.
"Who is he? What big shot is a vagrant? He's just a fool being used as a pawn by that bastard Zhang Bing. I don't even have the interest to interrogate him; I'd rather drag him out and bury him alive." Tang Xiaoyang gave Zhang Bing another serious look, noticing his trembling legs, and said disdainfully.
"Young Master Tang, we were almost fooled! He is Zhang Bing!" Heishan stared at Zhang Bing, smiling as he said, "Zhang Bing, isn't that right?"
"Don't kill me—don't kill me—" Zhang Bing naturally refused to admit it. Who knew if this Japanese devil was bluffing him? It was said that Japanese devils were very cunning.
"Zhang Bing, stop pretending. I'm sure it's you. We Japanese samurai are very skilled at disguise; this won't fool the eyes of a great Japanese samurai. There's no need to keep pretending." Heishan laughed heartily, watching Zhang Bing's performance.
"I don't know Zhang Bing. I'm from Jinding Mountain in Fangshan, the village next to the Peking Man Site. I'm old and my son and daughter-in-law don't want me anymore—I'm homeless, so I came to Beijing to beg—I don't know anything—" Zhang Bing decided to hit them hard, hoping their laughter would ease their tension.
"Haha, Zhang Bing, you're really something. Keep making things up, I want to see what other tricks you have up your sleeve," Heishan said with a laugh.
"How did you know he was Zhang Bing?" Tang Xiaoyang asked softly. He also thought Heishan was deliberately bluffing.
“Young Master Tang, think about it. If he were truly an ordinary person, how could he have climbed that three-meter-high wall? Even if someone pushed him from outside, how did he jump down? How come he wasn't injured at all? Also, you saw it yourself. When he reached the door of that house, our men opened fire. His movements were incredibly fast. Is that the reaction an ordinary old man should have?”
After hearing Heishan's explanation, even if Tang Xiaoyang were stupid, he would know that the old man in front of him was Zhang Bing. Because his appearance and voice had changed so much, and he was too angry, he had overlooked some minor details.
Looking at Zhang Bing, who was standing in the middle and glancing at him sideways, Tang Xiaoyang sneered, “Zhang Bing, do you know how excited I am to see you at this time?”
Zhang Bing sighed, knowing that there was no point in pretending any longer. He shrugged helplessly and said with a laugh, "I'm excited too. How about we go inside and have a proper chat?"
"Haha. You're quite optimistic. But I'm not interested in talking to you. I'd rather see you dead." Tang Xiaoyang, recalling the humiliation and grievances she had suffered recently, her eyes turned bloodshot as she glared fiercely at Zhang Bing.
"That's too polite," Zhang Bing said with a wry smile, touching her nose.
*Oh, Lin Daiyu, please let a Lin Daiyu fall from the sky to help me attract the attention of these lecherous wolves!* Zhang Bing prayed incessantly in her heart.
I swear on the honor of my future wife, if any Lin Daiyu comes to my rescue this time, I will definitely marry her. Even horses stumble, and people make mistakes. Zhang Bing never expected to be tricked into such a huge trap. He was caught off guard; the seemingly insignificant trash in his eyes had actually trapped him. What bad luck!

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Tang Xiaoyang harbored a deep hatred for him, wishing he could devour him alive and drink his blood. Now that they had such an opportunity, how could they possibly let him go?
"Zhang Bing, how's your Xiang'er? Pretty good in bed, huh? Hmm, she served me quite well last night. But, I sold you for 100,000, and you only owe me 10,000 for a few bottles of wine, haha." Seeing victory within his grasp, Tang Xiaoyang began a little psychological torture. He wanted to make Zhang Bing suffer terribly, not kill him outright. Once Zhang Bing is eliminated, his old life will return, and his status might even be higher than before. After all, Zhang Bing's influence is something that several young masters in the capital fear. Now that he's fallen into Zhang Bing's hands, everyone will naturally value him even more.
It really is Xiang'er! Zhang Bing felt a bitter pang in his heart. A year ago, she drove him to desperation and forced him to leave the capital, and today she conspired to harm him again—sigh, he only has himself to blame. Why didn't heed the advice of others to stay away from that woman?
"Zhang Bing, don't worry. I won't kill you so easily. I'll keep you alive, and every day I'll go over and cut off a piece of your flesh. Then, I'll invite your sister Xiang'er over, and we'll dance and kiss in front of you. I'll let you see Xiang'er moaning beneath me; that'll be an absolutely wonderful feeling, hahaha!" Tang Xiaoyang laughed loudly. "I warn you, don't move. Otherwise, you'll be turned into mud. A few men, go and tie him up."
Tang Xiaoyang ordered, and immediately several strong men walked towards Zhang Bing. They moved with great skill, staying on either side to avoid overlapping with Zhang Bing's body. This way, they wouldn't block the gunman's beam from Zhang Bing, nor would they give her a chance to dodge.
Ten steps, nine steps, eight steps—the four men who came to capture her seemed wary of Zhang Bing, their steps slow and cautious, but each step felt like a blow to Zhang Bing's heart. The distance was closing, and if she didn't find a way to escape soon, she would be captured. But she couldn't move, she could only wait for external force—"Watch out!" a voice cried urgently, and a black figure suddenly appeared on the wall. Whether it was because the figure appeared too eerily, or because the ghostly face illuminated by the courtyard lights was too eye-catching, everyone's attention was momentarily distracted.
At the same time the woman spoke, a shot was fired at Tang Xiaoyang, who was standing at the top of the steps. Heishan reacted quickly, pushing Tang Xiaoyang to the ground, while a man standing behind her who couldn't react in time was shot in the head by the woman. Amidst the agonizing screams, a mixture of red and yellow splattered, landing on the others nearby, and a stench quickly filled the air.
"Kill her!" Black Mountain shouted, scrambling to his feet. He pulled a gun from his pocket and fired at Zhang Bing. In his mission, Zhang Bing was the primary target; once he was dead, he didn't care about the others, just grab the money and leave.
Black Mountain was undeniably fast, but compared to Zhang Bing, it was too late. Zhang Bing, disguised as an elderly man, took advantage of the moment of everyone's distraction to suddenly move. The small knife in his hand was already sweating, but that didn't diminish its sharpness. The four bodyguards who approached hadn't even reacted before Zhang Bing, who had been planning this all along, slit their throats. This knife was a gift from Lin Tao, supposedly a top-grade Swiss military knife, and it was quite handy to use.
After quickly killing the four, Zhang Bing didn't pause for a moment. With no cover in the courtyard, he rolled over and lunged towards the side building in front of the main building. Once inside, at least he could protect himself. Besides, he'd managed to grab a gun while he was getting up.
The gunmen, realizing what was happening, opened fire, turning the spot where Zhang Bing had just stood into a rainforest. Bullets followed his forward trajectory. Zhang Bing returned fire, knocking down a bodyguard protecting Tang Xiaoyang as they entered the house.
Once inside, Zhang Bing slammed the door shut. He then stood guard by the window, waiting for the others to approach. Thank goodness, his superhuman strength really worked! He clearly felt like he'd been shot, but he was completely unharmed. According to Master Hulun, he could take two more shots and be fine. Haha, the feeling of immortality was wonderful—but he had to thank Lin Jing for it all. Without her virginity, he wouldn't have such a miraculous protective charm; at most, it would have blocked one shot.
The woman who rescued Zhang Bing used a running start to leap onto the wall, paused briefly, and waited for everyone to raise their guns before leaning back and leaping down, disappearing from sight.
Tang Xiaoyang and Heishan all hid inside the villa, forming a defensive line. Zhang Bing guarded the window of a small house alone, displaying an imposing, impregnable defense. The woman outside the wall used her body to provide cover for Zhang Bing before disappearing again without a trace. All three forces temporarily fell silent, no one launching an attack. The entire courtyard that had been filled a moment ago had vanished in an instant.
"Damn it, charge! Go kill him! Don't let that bastard Zhang Bing get away!" Tang Xiaoyang roared from behind the sofa in the villa at the bodyguards who were pouring into the house. The ups and downs of his life had come so quickly; he was nearly driven mad.
"Young Master Tang, this isn't right," Heishan quickly intervened.
"What's wrong with it? Are we just going to let him get away?" Tang Xiaoyang roared angrily, not even giving Heishan a friendly look.
Heishan wasn't angry. He chuckled and said, "Young Master Tang, have you forgotten? That bodyguard lounge is a dead end. The window faces out, and if Zhang Bing tries to pass through, he'll inevitably enter our firing range. We just need to have someone guard the courtyard, and as soon as Zhang Bing comes out, we'll open fire."
"What if he doesn't come out?" Tang Xiaoyang slowly calmed down, seriously considering Heishan's words. After all, Heishan had given him too many surprises; they had almost caught Zhang Bing just now.
"If he doesn't come out, isn't that even better? We'll trap him like a turtle in a jar. Don't worry, Young Master Tang, he'll be even more anxious than we are," Heishan said with a smile. Seeing Tang Xiaoyang about to light a cigarette, Heishan immediately stopped him: "Young Master Tang, it's best not to smoke now. Zhang Bing has helpers outside. If they have a sniper, you'll be in great danger."
After they came in, they turned off all the lights in the courtyard. So, using a lighter now might make him an easy target.
"What the hell are you all standing here for? Get to the door and windows and keep watch. Shoot Zhang Bing as soon as he comes out. If he gets away, you can all go back to feeding the pigs!" Tang Xiaoyang said, pointing at the group of bodyguards surrounding him.
"Young Master, should we send more men?" Tang Xiaoyang's bodyguard captain whispered a reminder. If they sent more men to attack from both sides, Zhang Bing wouldn't be able to escape.
"No need. I'll take care of him myself," Tang Xiaoyang said impatiently. He waved to the bodyguard captain: "Just keep watch. Shoot as hard as you can, I'll give you enough bullets."
"Yes, sir," the bodyguard captain replied, directing his men to take up positions at the villa's door and windows, bringing the entire courtyard and the entrance to the bodyguards' lounge within range of their attack.
Black Mountain thought for a moment and asked, "Young Master Tang, is there a way to enter through the back of the villa?"
He recalled the ghostly face that had suddenly appeared on the wall. That guy's marksmanship was phenomenal; in just a few seconds, he had alerted Zhang Bing and killed two people. He was definitely a master. Black Mountain had to admit that he had also been greatly influenced by that woman; otherwise, he could have reacted much faster and shot Zhang Bing. What a pity—he absolutely couldn't let him escape, otherwise, probably no one in this house would survive.
"The back? What happened in the back?" Tang Xiaoyang thought for a moment, then his expression changed drastically. He said, "Could that vixen have entered the villa from the back? There's a door and a wall at the back, but can those stop her?"
Given her leaping ability, Tang Xiaoyang didn't believe those things could stop her.
"Very likely. We have to deploy people at the back too. Otherwise, we'll be trapped, or we might be captured by someone else." Heishan nodded, smiling bitterly.
"Zhao Lie, take a few men and guard the back door. Don't let that woman sneak in. If you see her, shoot her on the spot." Tang Xiaoyang made up his mind. Now, no matter who came, even if it was the King of Heaven himself trying to stop him from killing Zhang Bing, he wouldn't be polite.
"Yes." A man in a black suit ran out of the window, leading a few men towards the back door of the villa.
"Ah—" Just as they reached the back door, a scream came from there.
"Damn it, she really came in through the back door." Heishan said grimly.
"What? Send more men over?" Tang Xiaoyang said in a panic, about to order men to rush to the back to provide backup.
"Young Master Tang, we can't do that. If all the men in front are transferred, we won't be able to stop Zhang Bing when he comes out," Heishan stopped him.
"Then what should we do? Send men over now?" Because of Heishan's outstanding performance, Tang Xiaoyang now regarded him as a protector.
"If you can send men, it's best to send some, but be discreet," Heishan nodded. The more men, the better. "Find a safe room to hide in, I'll go check the back."
"What about Young Master Tang's safety?" Yangan said anxiously. The men had been scattered, and he and Tang Xiaoyang had no one to protect them.
"You are safe," Heishan said angrily. At this point, who could care about whom? Although they outnumbered the enemy by a large margin, sometimes it's not about numbers that wins.
"Ah—" Another scream came from the back door. Although everyone's gunshots were silenced, this scream couldn't be silenced. Tang Xiaoyang's villa was on the far left, quite a distance from the villas next door. However, the sound still carried, and lights in many villas began to come on.
Many people were awakened from their sleep by the mournful noise. The commotion in the villas disturbed others' dreams, but the commotion outside didn't affect the ongoing battle inside.
Zhang Bing waited by the window for a while, but no one came to attack. He cursed inwardly; it seemed these guys were playing a stalling game. If they didn't attack, he could just call the police after a few hours until dawn.
Since they were unwilling to move, Zhang Bing had to take the initiative. He quietly opened the door. Several bullets immediately hit the doorway. But due to the angle, they couldn't fire into the room.
Zhang Bing laughed. He grabbed a pillow from the bed and threw it out. Bullets immediately rained down on the pillow; in the cold moonlight and the dim light outside, the cotton inside fluttered like snowflakes.
Then he threw another pillow, which triggered another burst of gunfire. Zhang Bing seemed addicted to throwing things, tossing something every few seconds. Blankets, mattresses, mats, clothes, chairs, water dispensers—everything he could throw was gone.
"You idiots! He's wasting your bullets! Didn't you see? Look carefully before you shoot! What are you going to use to fill the empty tanks after you run out of bullets?!" Tang Xiaoyang shouted angrily after watching for a while. All that effort, so many bullets wasted, and they hadn't even seen Zhang Bing, just a bunch of useless things.
Unexpectedly, no sooner had she finished speaking than a figure darted out of the room, moving erratically as it rushed inside, arriving in the blink of an eye.
"Shoot! Shoot!" Tang Xiaoyang shouted as she ran towards the inner room of the villa. Yan Gan hesitated for a moment, then ran towards the room opposite his.

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After receiving a lecture on thrift from Tang Xiaoyang, the somewhat bewildered bodyguards hesitated whether to fire their guns. This time, Zhang Bing didn't lose anything; instead, he darted out from inside and quickly approached the villa. The bodyguards frantically raised their guns to fire, but the best firing positions were already lost.
Zhang Bing moved to the doorway and kicked open the door they hadn't had time to close. He charged into the group of bodyguards and immediately began his attack like a tiger among sheep, leaving a large hole about twenty centimeters in diameter in the wooden door.
Zhang Bing could sense that these men were far superior to those who relied on sheer size; they were incredibly agile and ruthless, without any fancy moves, their punches aimed directly at Zhang Bing's vitals.
But this couldn't bridge the gap between them and Zhang Bing. This was a sensitive place, and a quick victory was what Zhang Bing urgently needed. The time he was using had already exceeded his budget. The small knife, gleaming darkly in the darkness, moved with Zhang Bing's every movement, its blade flashing and shifting with every strike. He didn't need to defend himself, relying on his divine power; he simply swung his blade at each person without hesitation. He had been shot again during his charge; this was his last chance. Success or death—that was Zhang Bing's thought at this moment; he was somewhat insane.
Magnificent, swift, cruel yet gentle.
In a short charge, all the black-clad men who stood in Zhang Bing's way fell into pools of blood. On the luxurious Italian imported carpet, lay scattered, remarkably intact corpses. These people might not have deserved to die, but often... an assassin has no right to ponder such questions. Let the King of Hell deal with them in hell, for he has his own scales to weigh the good and evil of his life.
A dark shadow flashed past; the ghostly-faced woman floated in astonishingly fast as if walking on water. Seeing the unharmed Zhang Bing, a flicker of joy crossed her face, which she quickly concealed.
“Just some minor characters. Tang Xiaoyang and that Japanese guy are both gone,” Zhang Bing said with a smile. “Thank you, Xia Zhi.”
The woman was taken aback, then stared at him. “How did you know it was me?” It was undoubtedly an admission. Xia Zhi’s true expression was hidden behind the grimacing face, but it must have been quite something.
"Haha, I have a photographic memory. Your figure and scent are very familiar to me. That's the advantage of being a womanizer!" Zhang Bing teased her. "Don't forget, I've witnessed your marksmanship, and you're the only sharpshooter I've ever seen."
Xia Zhi was surprisingly calm this time, showing no emotion. She said calmly, "I just don't want you to die. Your grandfather saved my father's life, and now I'm saving yours. It's even. Don't bother my father again—by the way, finish things here quickly, and then you should leave. I'll receive the news, and others will too. Everyone will know what's going on. If you're too late, you won't be able to leave."
"Okay, anyway, thank you!" Zhang Bing smiled, believing Xia Zhi's words. "Please continue to help me catch and kill those guys, thank you." He wisely didn't ask Xia Zhi how she was so skilled. Everyone has privacy, and as long as it doesn't affect the overall situation, it's best to keep it to themselves.
Xia Zhi nodded slightly. The two of them entered from the front and the back respectively. Tang Xiaoyang had disappeared; she must be hiding in the villa. It just takes some effort to find them. If this place weren't so sensitive, Zhang Bing would have loved to burn them all down and turn them into roast suckling pigs.
“We’re not familiar with this place, so come with me,” Zhang Bing said with a smile. Although he had a lot of confidence in Xia Zhi’s skills, from now on, it wouldn’t be a real fight anymore. Who knew what their opponent might do from the shadows? They hadn’t investigated the villa beforehand and didn’t know if there were any hidden passages or traps. So, it was better to be cautious. With her by his side, he could keep an eye on her; otherwise, if something happened, he wouldn’t be able to explain himself. After all, Xia Zhi was there to help him.
Xia Zhi felt a pang of sympathy but didn’t say anything, silently following behind Zhang Bing. The two of them went upstairs one after the other.
Yan Gan didn’t run upstairs with his master. In his opinion, that would be a stupid thing to do, tantamount to driving himself to the brink of death. He didn’t have any deep-seated hatred for Zhang Bing, and there was no need for him to die with Tang Xiaoyang.
The villa was large. Yan Gan ran frantically. Compared to the noise outside, it was extremely quiet inside; he could even hear his own heartbeat. He was looking for a hiding place. The room wasn’t suitable, the bathroom wasn’t suitable, and the storage room wasn’t suitable either. Yan Gan was filled with despair. He knew that no matter where he hid, if the people outside couldn't stop Zhang Bing's attack, he would only face death.
Suddenly, a figure lunged at him from the side aisle, a gleaming knife aimed at his neck. Yan Gan's mind went blank, and he closed his eyes, not expecting death to come so quickly.
"Yan Gan, get up quickly," a familiar voice whispered.
Yan Gan didn't wait for the death he expected. He opened his eyes and saw Hei Shan squatting in front of him with a serious expression.
"Hei Shan, it's you?" Yan Gan asked in surprise. His mind raced, and he understood. Hei Shan had said he was going to the back door to stop the woman, but he had hidden here instead. It seemed he had already foreseen the outcome of tonight and had prepared to escape in advance. Like him, Hei Shan didn't want to die with Tang Xiaoyang. Now
his life was in Hei Shan's hands, and Yan Gan pretended not to know Hei Shan's thoughts.
"The situation is dangerous; we have to leave quickly," Yan Gan said in a low voice.
“Okay. But both the front and back doors are dangerous. Which way do we go?” Yan Gan glanced around, finding no way to escape.
“From there!” Hei Shan pointed to a small opening in the side wall of the first floor, just big enough for one person to squeeze through.
“There?” Yan Gan looked at it. The opening was quite high off the ground and blocked by glass. Without help, he couldn’t climb up.
“We only have a short time to escape. After I break the glass, you have to climb out there as fast as you can. I know you can’t climb out, so I’ll give you a push. But I warn you, if you climb too slowly and block the way, I won’t hesitate to kill you,” Hei Shan said grimly. In this life-or-death situation, no one showed sympathy; escaping was the most important thing.
“Okay.” Yan Gan glanced again at the opening, which was more than two meters off the ground, swallowed hard, and said. After thinking for a moment, he cautiously added, “Where’s Young Master Tang?” Black
Mountain's gaze suddenly fixed on Yan Gan's face, and Yan Gan's nerves immediately tensed. Being stared at like that, every hair on his body stood on end. He knew he had asked a very foolish question.
Zhang Bing had originally wanted to hold Xia Zhi's hand, as that would increase their mutual sense of security. But seeing her cold face, he abandoned this considerate idea. She might misunderstand his good intentions and think he was trying to take advantage of her.
Reaching the door of a bedroom, Zhang Bing listened intently, then stopped, knocked on the door, and said with a smile, "Tang Xiaoyang, open the door. We can have a proper talk." Huang
Chunyang has always had a habit of staying up late. Sitting in his position, the burden on his shoulders is immense. He is not only responsible for this city, but also for the country and its billions of people. Therefore, he must always keep his eyes open, working with his colleagues and comrades to protect every corner of the country.
Huang Chunyang doesn't smoke. Although the wording regarding cigarettes has been manipulated, with phrases like "smoking is harmful to health," this is like a government work report—vague and unclear. Actually, using the phrase "smoking harms the body" would better describe the nature of the substance. However, clever people always find a roundabout way, using a misleading narrative: smoking, harmful, healthy—this kind of propaganda. First harmful, then healthy, implying that the more you smoke, the "healthier" you become.
Although Huang Chunyang doesn't smoke, he enjoys drinking tea. People of his generation don't understand why so many people like to drink tea nowadays. That dark, bitter coffee... Chinese tea should be the most wonderful drink in the world. Its water is emerald green, its aroma is intoxicating, and drinking it refreshes the mind and body, even offering medicinal and beautifying effects.
Huang Chunyang is from the north, but he prefers the gongfu tea of the south—a complicated brewing technique that doesn't quite satisfy the palate. His teaware, a gift from a friend, is simple and elegant with a blue-and-white exterior and an almost cloyingly white interior. It's from Jingdezhen.
"High Mountains and Flowing Water" is playing on the office stereo. As he sits in his chair, slowly savoring each cup of pure, sweet Tie Guanyin tea, the phone rings.
Huang Chunyang's gaze shifts to his desk. When he sees it's that particular phone ringing, he solemnly puts down his cup and answers the call. Two minutes later, he hangs up. But in those two minutes, he hasn't uttered a single word.
Just as he puts down the phone, a knock sounds at the door. Things always seem to come at once.
"Come in." "Huang Chunyang called out to the door with a serious expression.
A subordinate with an equally stern face pushed open the door and entered. He saluted Huang Chunyang and stood in front of him to begin his report. Although Huang Chunyang already knew about the matter through other channels, he still listened patiently. One should never believe only one side of the story; no one in this world can be truly fair. Huang Chunyang received two reports on the same matter, but each had its own emphasis.
"Hmm. Have you obtained the information on the owner of that villa in Tianhe Runyuan?" Huang Chunyang asked in a deep voice. The
subordinate, dressed in a black suit and expressionless like a robot, immediately handed over a file folder. Huang Chunyang took it, unsealed it, took out the information inside, glanced at it, and placed it on the table. He was familiar with the villa owner and knew most of the details, so there was no need to look at the rest.
"You lead a team there, keep a low profile, don't make a fuss. I'll be there shortly," Huang Chunyang instructed.
"Yes." "The subordinate answered loudly, saluted, and turned to take his orders. In such a place, orders must be obeyed without question, and the relationship between superiors and subordinates is as strict as military discipline. No one dares to take a cigarette from their superior's desk, nor dares to joke around with their superior and then haggle over trivial things like, 'How many days of leave will you grant me when I get back?' or 'I want half of that good wine hidden in your office cabinet.' What they uphold and defend is the country, and what they do is a matter of national importance. There are no small matters concerning the country. No one can afford to be negligent.
After the subordinate left, Huang Chunyang sat on the sofa, picked up the last cup of still-warm tea, and his mind raced.
'That kid, he really doesn't know his place—if he makes a big fuss, no one can protect him.' Huang Chunyang drank the tea in one gulp, then grabbed his coat and hurried outside.
Zhang Bing waited outside for a while, listening intently, but there was still no movement inside. Zhang Bing became impatient and called out, 'Tang Xiaoyang, open the door.'" Otherwise, I'm going to burn the house down.
After waiting a few seconds and still no movement from inside, Zhang Bing wasn't going to be polite anymore. She told Xia Zhi to step aside, then kicked the entire door away and sent it crashing into the room.
As the door was kicked open, Zhang Bing lunged into the room. Then, bullets rained down on him. Tang Xiaoyang was indeed in the room, and knowing he was doomed tonight, he decided to risk his life. Standing at the bathroom door, without even seeking cover, he stood straight, gun raised, firing at Zhang Bing, his teeth clenched in a frenzied manner.
How could such amateurish marksmanship harm Zhang Bing, whose movements were as swift as a ghost? With just a few simple left and right movements, Zhang Bing was already beside Tang Xiaoyang, grabbing his gun-wielding hand, pushing him backward, then pulling him forward, dislocating his arm. Just as the gun was about to fall to the ground, Zhang Bing kicked it up, caught it, and pressed it against Tang Xiaoyang's head, slapping him repeatedly from left to right until he was dizzy, blood trickling from his mouth and nose.

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When Zhang Bing released Tang Xiaoyang, he was as limp as a drunkard, unable to stand, lying on the ground in a sorry state, spitting out a mixture of blood and saliva. When had a pampered young master like him ever been slapped like that? Moreover, Zhang Bing hadn't been polite to him at all; every slap was hard.
"Alright, we can talk now." Zhang Bing clapped his hands and kicked Tang Xiaoyang's head, who was lying on the ground.
Tang Xiaoyang shook his head hard, trying to clear his head with Zhang Bing's sudden slap. He raised his eyes, which were swollen like a kneaded bun, and stared fiercely at Zhang Bing, saying indistinctly, "Is there anything else to talk about?"
"There wasn't originally. After all, I have no reason to waste my breath on a dead man." Zhang Bing walked to the bedside and sat down, smiling as he spoke. After the fight, he was truly exhausted.
"You want to kill me?" Tang Xiaoyang tried to stand, but the dizziness and lightheadedness were still intense. He managed to get up, only to fall back to the ground.
"What? You think I wouldn't dare?" Zhang Bing asked with a cold smile.
"I dare. But you should understand. If you kill me, you won't be able to escape. I've already called home; soon, people will surround this place. You won't be leaving Beijing." Tang Xiaoyang spat out a mouthful of blood, speaking incoherently.
Zhang Bing squatted down, grabbed Tang Xiaoyang's hair, pulled him up from the ground, and slapped him repeatedly across the face. When he was somewhat tired, he stopped, smiling, and said, "When your life is in my hands, don't try to bargain with me anymore. Besides, your threats are useless against me."
Tang Xiaoyang's face and head were in excruciating pain, yet he couldn't faint; his mind remained clear. At this moment, he realized that a person's willpower could be altered and adjusted according to the environment. He gradually understood that Zhang Bing really dared to kill him.
"Since you want to talk, it proves you don't want to kill me. What do you want?" Tang Xiaoyang wasn't stupid; even with his face swollen so badly his eyes were barely visible, he still clearly grasped the crux of the matter.
"Very good. At least you have some brains now. My efforts weren't in vain. I just want to ask you a few questions." Zhang Bing waved his hand, brandishing a small knife and scraping Tang Xiaoyang's face. "Last time, you were the one who used that damn cop to ambush me and Jiang Yan, weren't you?"
At this point, Tang Xiaoyang didn't mince words and honestly nodded.
"By the way, last time my clothes were torn too, those were clothes worth tens of thousands of yuan, it hurt my heart; also, my arm was scraped—look, it's this spot. You know, I'm a very petty man. If you don't give me an explanation, I'll hold a grudge against you for life." Zhang Bing casually played with the knife, smiling as he looked at the disheveled Tang Xiaoyang on the ground. The victor has the right to toy with his prey, just like a cat likes to torment its mouse before eating it. The sense of accomplishment and pleasure lies in the process; once it's all over, a strange sense of loss lingers.
Life is like that; after experiencing a climax, you have to go through a trough. No one can be happy forever.
Tang Xiaoyang hesitated for a moment, then took out her wallet and tossed it to Zhang Bing. "The cards inside are all anonymous, probably worth tens of millions. The PIN is 123456. Consider it your financial compensation." With that, she gritted her teeth, pulled out a rare Swiss military-grade miniature dagger, and stabbed herself in the arm. Pain surged like a tidal wave, and Tang Xiaoyang endured the agony, her mind still clear, her body swaying precariously, as if she might collapse at any moment.
"There's no time left," Xia Zhi reminded her from the side. She was afraid this guy would never stop playing around. Besides, she didn't like this kind of torturous treatment. She appreciated beautiful things, but seeing a perfectly healthy person beaten beyond recognition by Zhang Bing, her face grotesquely ugly, covered in blood, the filthy appearance and the heavy smell of blood were something she resented.
"Okay. It'll be done quickly." Zhang Bing smiled obsequiously at Xia Zhi. Seeing her turn away, he awkwardly turned away as well.
"One last question, what did you do with Xiang'er? What did you give her to cooperate with you?" At this moment, Zhang Bing's heart trembled slightly. He was afraid of the answer, but he had to ask, otherwise, he wouldn't feel at ease.
"Hehe, that bitch, 1 million was enough. Plus, you promised to arrange a job for her brother, and she was all over him. A woman like that is no good at all." Tang Xiaoyang finally laughed. This was Zhang Bing's fatal weakness. He found it funny to think that Zhang Bing had almost fallen into his hands because of such a woman. As long as he survived this time, dealing with Zhang Bing in the future would be too easy.
Zhang Bing looked at the laughing Tang Xiaoyang, gritted his teeth, and with a flick of his wrist, a little blood gushed from his neck, and Tang Xiaoyang's body went limp and collapsed.
Xia Zhi looked at him in shock, "You killed him?"
"Yes—" Zhang Bing sighed and put away the knife.
"Aren't you afraid of getting into trouble?" Xia Zhi frowned. She had thought this man was very smart and calm, but he also had his moments of impulsiveness.
"There's always a way out. We'll deal with the rest later. If I don't kill him now, my weaknesses have already been exposed to him. His fate will be mine. I can't do anything about it," Zhang Bing said coldly. To be honest, he wasn't sure what the consequences of killing Tang Xiaoyang would be. He couldn't guess, after all, he hadn't been in this circle for long and wasn't used to the way things were.
"Okay, whatever. You should leave now. I'll help you clean up the mess. Don't worry about me. And don't bother our families again. We're even." Xia Zhi replied to the cold request again and then left.
Zhang Bing touched his nose, smiled awkwardly, and let her go.
Just after leaving Tang Xiaoyang's villa, a large number of vehicles drove towards them. Zhang Bing got into a car parked on the side of the road in the distance, glanced at the villa again, sighed again, and drove away.
There were no pedestrians on the road. The diligent streetlights illuminated the road brightly. Cars followed or passed by intermittently. Zhang Bing was in turmoil, contemplating his uncertain future and the consequences of tonight's actions. To be honest, he hadn't originally intended to kill Tang Xiaoyang; he only wanted to completely subjugate him. However, Xiang'er's betrayal had ultimately enraged him, and in a fit of emotion, he drew his knife.
Suddenly, the phone rang. Zhang Bing chuckled self-deprecatingly and took his phone out of his pocket. He had kept his phone off during the operation, only turning it on afterward to gather intelligence from all sides. He hadn't expected someone to call at this hour. Zhang Bing checked his watch; it was already four in the morning.
When he saw the caller ID, he was momentarily stunned. Why were they calling? Who said government departments were slow? This was quite efficient! Zhang Bing smiled bitterly.
Without time to think further, he answered the phone: "Uncle Huang, why are you calling so late?"
"Zhang Bing? Where are you now?" A deep, serious male voice came from the receiver.
Zhang Bing's mind raced, trying to figure out Uncle Huang's stance. He had no vested interests with him. The only evidence was a small favor from his grandfather, who had died many years ago. Would Uncle Huang still remember that favor?
If he wasn't willing to give it up, things would be really serious.
"Haha, Uncle Huang, I'm sleeping. It's so late," Zhang Bing said as he drove. A large truck whizzed past, and although the windows were closed, the rumble still reached inside the car. Anyone with a discerning eye would never believe that Zhang Bing was sleeping in his room at this hour.
"Oh, it's nothing. I just wanted to remind you that the weather is getting cooler, so make sure you're covered up properly when you sleep," a deep male voice came through the receiver.
Zhang Bing's heart leaped with joy; he understood Uncle Huang's intention. Smiling, she said, "Thank you for your concern, Uncle Huang. I'll be careful. I'm also experiencing some discomfort here, so I might have to leave soon."
"That's good. I won't disturb your rest." The other end of the line hung up cleanly, and Zhang Bing didn't get a chance to say the flattering words he was about to utter.
Zhang Bing had just opened his eyes when they darted away in alarm. Seeing Zhao Na's alluringly flushed face, despite her feigned sleep, he couldn't resist kissing her lips.
Zhao Na couldn't pretend to be asleep any longer. She opened her eyes, blushing, and said, "Are you hungry? I'll go order some snacks and have them brought over."
Zhao Na knew Zhang Bing was leaving today, and she would be staying behind to handle a massive project that required his final confirmation on every aspect. So she kept calling his cell phone, only to hear the mechanical voice each time: "Sorry, the number you dialed is currently unavailable."
If you fall in love with someone, you'll always be concerned about their safety and health. Although Zhao Na didn't yet understand the true nature of Zhang Bing's feelings for her, she had already bravely taken the first step. With his phone switched off in the middle of the night, Zhao Na had no reason not to worry about Zhang Bing's safety. She knew that these people usually kept their phones on 24/7.

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When Zhang Bing received Zhao Na's call, he was almost at the Beijing Liaison Office. Needing proof of where he had slept the previous night, Zhang Bing went to Zhao Na's room and gave her some instructions. Seeing how exhausted Zhang Bing was, Zhao Na temporarily put aside her work and had him lie in the bathtub, massaging his muscles.
They didn't do anything all night, which was quite an achievement for Zhang Bing, a lecherous man. But after waking up, he felt refreshed, and his little darling was already up and exercising.
Zhang Bing liked being naked with people, so even though he hadn't actually made love to Zhao Na last night, he still stripped her down to her most vulnerable state. She was now curled up in his arms, their bodies and thighs intertwined. Zhang Bing felt his lower body pressing against Zhao Na's vulva. With a little force, he entered Zhao Na's already wet body.
"Ah—just woke up—" Zhao Na buried her head in Zhang Bing's chest, hugging his neck as she spoke.
"Who says you can't do this in the morning? The early bird catches the worm." With that, Zhang Bing began to move.
Thinking that they would be separated soon and might not see each other for a long time, Zhao Na's already aroused body became even wetter, stretching out freely, letting Zhang Bing roam over her. She even stopped suppressing her moans, letting them dance and sway with her rising and falling pleasure.
A ray of playful sunlight slipped in through the gap in the curtains, shining on their intertwined bodies. Soon, her face flushed with embarrassment, and she began to miss her own moon. After
a series of battles, Zhao Na was exhausted and unable to get out of bed, so Zhang Bing called and ordered food. After Zhao Na finished eating, he went downstairs to have breakfast himself, trying to act as naturally as possible, pretending he knew nothing.
Zhang Bing had booked the earliest flight back to Changxiang that morning. He hadn't notified anyone; he quietly left Beijing. He remembered Huang Chunyang's phone number and was told to cover himself well—wasn't that just to be cautious and protect himself? He'd call Jiang Yan and the others to apologize after things calmed down. For now, he needed to escape the limelight first; there were too many unstable factors in Beijing, and he wasn't confident. He was being very cautious now, even using a fake ID for his ticket because he had already planned to cause trouble for Tang Xiaoyang, so he was being extra careful. The fake IDs were given to him by Ling Shan; they were supposedly issued by the public security bureau, so using them was definitely safe.
There were no problems along the way. Once out of the airport terminal, Zhang Bing finally breathed a sigh of relief. He was back; he felt relatively safe on this land.
Just as he was about to turn on his phone to make a call, he suddenly saw Xue'er waving happily at him from a distance. How did she know he was back? Zhang Bing was a little puzzled. He hadn't informed anyone about Chang Xiang's situation, intending to observe the situation quietly before making a move.
Xue'er looked stunning and alluring today. She wore a well-tailored blue business suit, the skirt ending about fifteen centimeters above her knees. Her legs, clad in sheer stockings, were shapely and long, their impressive height and smooth curves captivating. Her waist was incredibly slender, and her exceptionally full breasts and perfectly rounded buttocks, encased in the suit, exuded an indescribable allure.
"Why are you here, dressed so sexily? Are you trying to seduce me?" Zhang Bing greeted her with a smile, teasing Xue'er. He had always considered teasing the pure and quiet Xue'er one of his greatest pleasures.
"Come with me first, I'll tell you when we get there." Xue'er generously took his arm and pulled him along, surprising Zhang Bing—when had Xue'er ever been so proactive?
Xue'er's car was outside, a rickety Santana 2000, she didn't know where she'd gotten it from. Once inside the car, seeing Zhang Bing reach for his phone, Xue'er quickly snatched it from him, pulled a new SIM card from her pocket, replaced it with his, smashed the old one, and tossed it into the trash.
Zhang Bing calmly watched her, saying nothing. He trusted Xue'er wouldn't harm him and would give him an explanation.
"This is Jiang Yan's instruction. She said your number can't be used anymore, and she told me to pick you up, not to let you go home," Xue'er explained, looking at Zhang Bing with concern.
Zhang Bing nodded. "I'm sorry for making you worry." He knew Jiang Yan must have found out something and was definitely doing it for his own good.
The two didn't speak again. Xue'er drove to a resort in a neighboring county, pulling Zhang Bing's hand as they walked inside. "We'll stay here for now. Ling Shan and Huan will be here soon."
The atmosphere had been somewhat somber on the way, so Zhang Bing tried to lighten the mood, laughing, "We're staying here? In one room?" He then looked at Xue'er with a mischievous grin.
Xue'er glared at him, but she really only booked one room. She was so embarrassed she didn't dare look at the waiter. She grabbed the room and dragged Zhang Bing away.
"Hey, slow down! People will think we're out having an affair, and they're eager to do 'that'—"
Hearing Zhang Bing's teasing, Xue'er calmed down, though her face was still flushed, which aroused Zhang Bing's lust; he really wanted to take a bite right away.
Once in the room, Xue'er told Zhang Bing to wash his hands first, wiped his sweat, and then pulled him to sit on the sofa, acting exactly like a virtuous little wife. Zhang Bing thought she had missed him too much lately, which was why she was being so proactive. He watched her with amusement, feeling quite touched.
Xue'er nestled happily against Hong Wen, recounting the village's work over the past few days so Zhang Bing could have a general understanding. A blush crept across her face. Her beautiful eyes gazed softly at Zhang Bing, revealing a thousand tender emotions. "Xue'er, you didn't need to tell me. I haven't really been involved in the village's work. The investment promotion is almost over, and I suspect the county has other plans for me. I won't be the village head anymore." Zhang Bing figured he'd eventually go to the Party School and then become a secretary in the provincial government—the provincial party secretary had promised—but it was best not to say anything until it was confirmed.
"Ah—really? Then from now on—" Xue'er suddenly sat on Zhang Bing's lap, her arms encircling his neck. She spoke tremulously, face to face, "Zhang Bing, I'm so scared—"
"Scared of what?" Zhang Bing asked, puzzled. Xue'er's behavior was strange today.
Her face was flushed, her eyes filled with boundless shyness. A sexy face exuded a thousand charms, her breathing gradually quickening. She leaned closer, her jade-like face trembling as she whispered, "Do you like me? Zhang Bing, do you like me? If you don't like me, I definitely won't bother you. If you do like me, today, I'll be your woman."
Her soft words were full of deep affection, leaving Zhang Bing completely stunned. Because of the tight embrace, Xue'er's firm, full breasts pressed tightly against Zhang Bing's chest. Through the gap in the buttons, a striking glimpse of snow-white skin was clearly visible, and the pale purple gauze bra above those firm, white breasts created an ambiguous atmosphere, causing a heat to rise in Zhang Bing's lower abdomen, and a wicked thought to rise from the depths of his heart.
A round, full bottom sat atop Zhang Bing's legs, a pair of slender yet strong arms, like green vines, gently encircling his neck. The close-fitting arms pressed against his full, firm breasts, which trembled and became even more alluring with his rapid breathing. A captivating
blush shone on her face, so close to his own. Her hot, sweet breath brushed against Zhang Bing's face, sending a jolt through him, followed by waves of tingling pleasure. Xue'er's sweet breath seemed to possess a magical power, gradually consuming the oxygen around him. Zhang Bing felt a sudden gasp, his breathing becoming rapid and labored, like a goldfish released from its waters.
"Tell me, tell me quickly," Xue'er said, a seductive smile playing on her lips as she looked at the nervous and uneasy Zhang Bing. Her sexy face drew even closer to Zhang Bing, her watery eyes filled with a dreamy, intoxicating light. Her full, fragrant lips were alluringly pouting, bathed in the light of the wall lamp. The delicate, flower-like lips reflected a faint glow, her breath sweet and fragrant, utterly captivating. Zhang Bing clearly saw that with each opening and closing of her pearly teeth, her adorable little tongue playfully moved, easily drawing his gaze.
The young and vigorous Zhang Bing was momentarily lost in thought. He could no longer bear the torment of this overwhelmingly sensual pleasure so close at hand. His blood surged, and he pressed his lips against Xue'er's soft, fragrant lips.
Xue'er's body trembled violently, but she reacted quickly and began to passionately reciprocate, tears of joy welling in her beautiful eyes.
Their lips met, and gradually, Zhang Bing's tongue tentatively pried open Xue'er's teeth, gently slipping inside. After several attempts, he finally captured the elusive, soft, moist tongue, gently sucking on it. The sweet, fragrant saliva made Zhang Bing lose himself in its delight, while the soft moans emanating from Xue'er's nose further aroused his lust.
Zhang Bing's strong arms involuntarily tightened their embrace around Xue'er's delicate body, his desire growing increasingly bold. Gradually, his penis sank into the thin fabric of her clothes, feeling the exquisite smoothness of her skin, causing his blood to surge. Xue'er's mind was also overwhelmed by desire; panting softly, she awkwardly responded to Zhang Bing's domineering yet sweet kiss, letting his penis gently roam and caress her perfect body. Overwhelmed by indescribable shyness and pleasure, she writhed her slender, alluring waist in ecstasy. Those two large, smooth, firm, and incredibly elastic breasts rubbed tightly against Zhang Bing's chest, and her pink buttocks happened to sit on his lower body. The alluring swaying created waves of intoxicating friction, and Zhang Bing felt all the blood rush to his lower abdomen in that instant. At that moment, the raging, frenzied desire surged and instantly devoured his already fragile rationality. He had no time to think about the reason for Xue'er's unusual behavior; at this moment, he only had desire.
Xue'er's body was already very sensitive, and under her beloved's bold teasing, she writhed uncontrollably. The undulating of her devilishly beautiful and soft body caused waves of electric friction, and Zhang Bing breathed heavily, his hot breath gently washing over Xue'er's flushed face. Xue'er seemed to lose all strength as if electrocuted, allowing Zhang Bing to do as he pleased with her body, powerless to stop him.
Zhang Bing had only intended to make a slight advance, satisfying his oral desires, but once he took action, driven by his own lust, he became uncontrollable. Facing the unsuspecting Xue'er, hearing the soft, alluring moans emanating from her throat, his desire surged completely. His lower abdomen throbbed with lust, almost bursting forth.
Feeling Zhang Bing's erection, Xue'er suddenly felt weak all over, struggling to move her lips away from their passionate kiss. Just as she was about to speak, Zhang Bing's lips sealed hers again, eliciting a weak moan. Zhang Bing lifted her up and quickly carried her to the bedroom. Zhang Bing felt completely overwhelmed by lust, desperately needing release.
The two lay on the bed, their clothes disheveled. In their passionate kiss, endless temptation overwhelmed Zhang Bing's mind, his large hands already plunging into Xue'er's breasts, wantonly playing with her full, soft, smooth mounds. Xue'er let out intermittent, soul-stirring moans, her slender hands, radiating boundless heat, roaming haphazardly over Zhang Bing's body, further igniting his desire.
Zhang Bing tore off his clothes, and with his skillful manipulation, Xue'er's garments gradually fell away as well. Zhang Bing's breath caught in his throat. A flawlessly voluptuous, voluptuous body was laid bare before him. Her pink buttocks were full and pert, her slender waist was like a snake, easily encircled by a single hand, her abdomen was soft and flat, and her long, beautiful legs were perfectly shaped. Truly, every part of her was beautiful, every part tempting to sin. Especially striking were her trembling, proudly erect, snow-white breasts, an astonishing size, too large to be grasped in one hand, now quivering slightly before Zhang Bing's eyes. Her small, delicate nipples, with their pale areolas, resembled budding flowers, their pink color symbolizing purity.
Zhang Bing's breathing became increasingly rapid as he leaned down, tenderly licking and sucking at the rosy, jade-like cherry. His hands also gently kneaded the alluring breasts.
Xue'er, who had already intended to offer herself, didn't stop Zhang Bing's advances at all. Instead, she lovingly embraced him, her full, elastic breasts gently rubbing against his face and lips. Her movements were bold and seductive, her beautiful eyes shyly closed. Under Zhang Bing's teasing, she unconsciously let out shy yet satisfied moans, further stimulating Zhang Bing's desire. His hand slid over Xue'er's long, smooth thighs, reaching for the last piece of clothing covering her body—the exquisite and alluring black lace panties that had captivated Zhang Bing.
Removing the last piece of clothing, the narrow lace panties, revealed her fiery, breathtakingly beautiful body completely exposed before Zhang Bing's eyes.
Her alluring body was curvaceous and exquisite, like crystal, with exaggerated and beautiful curves. Her smooth, flawless skin was as translucent as jade. Her slender waist was so delicate it could be encircled by a single hand, making her shapely buttocks appear even more full and firm. Her long, shapely legs were tightly pressed together without any gap.
The flames of desire within Xue'er had already been ignited by Zhang Bing's skillful teasing. Her face flushed red as she stole glances at Zhang Bing's proud and erect member. Her sexy face, flushed crimson, rippled with spring-like passion. Her full, fragrant lips were slightly upturned, and she breathed rapidly, as if telling her beloved of her deepest desires.
Under Zhang Bing's burning gaze, feeling the admiration and amazement in his eyes, Xue'er felt both shy and incredibly proud. She knew that she had kept her virginity for over twenty years, and tonight she was bound to lose it to this lecherous man before her.
Zhang Bing, burning with desire, was about to pounce on this delicate flower and pluck her from the depths. Unexpectedly, Xue'er gently pushed him away, her face flushed with embarrassment as Zhang Bing looked on in surprise. She took a snow-white handkerchief from the bedside table and gently placed it under her beautiful buttocks. Her beautiful eyes, seemingly both reproachful and delighted, gave Zhang Bing a sidelong glance, then gently closed them, almost instinctively parting her tightly closed legs.
The alluring movement, seemingly with tacit consent, aroused Zhang Bing's lust. He gently pressed his body against hers, his monstrous erection aimed at her already overflowing desire, and gently pushed inside.
"Ah!" A cry of pain escaped Xue'er's lips. Her delicate brows furrowed, and she gasped for breath, her fingers digging deep into Zhang Bing's back muscles. Blood trickled from their point of contact, dripping onto the snow-white handkerchief beneath her, staining it with striking, ambiguous, and fiery red blossoms—symbols of purity.
Zhang Bing tenderly kissed Xue'er's face. After a long while, Xue'er's pain subsided, and Zhang Bing gently thrust in and out. An indescribable feeling of pleasure surged through him. Only then did Zhang Bing suddenly realize that Xue'er's body possessed an indescribable wonder. It was one of the legendary feminine treasures—the Nine-Ring Entrance.
The so-called Nine-Ring Entrance actually refers to the folds of a woman's private parts resembling terraced fields. As everyone knows, farmers cultivate terraced fields along a hillside, each level higher than the last. While ordinary women's private parts have many folds, these folds smooth out during intercourse. However, this terraced-shaped private part doesn't fully unfold; instead, it presents a terraced shape. With each thrust, the man's erect penis encounters these rough folds, receiving incredibly intense stimulation. Because it extends continuously layer by layer into the interior, the man feels as if his erection is sliding within rings of flesh. The stimulation is extraordinary. This type of female genitalia is called the Nine-Ring Interlocking.
For men, this structure is practically a gift from heaven. If maintained for a long time, the sensation is indescribably blissful, like ascending to heaven. As for the woman, during the man's thrusting, she experiences a churning pleasure within her body, becoming wildly aroused.
Xue'er is experiencing this now. Under Zhang Bing's skillful thrusting, Xue'er, experiencing the pain of deflowering for the first time, reveals a frenzy far beyond that of other women: her beautiful, smooth, and powerfully strong long legs tightly wrap around Zhang Bing's waist. Driven by her slender, willow-like waist, her plump, pert buttocks both thrust and clamp, wildly cooperating with Zhang Bing's movements.
Xue'er's red lips part slightly, moaning loudly, her breasts heaving violently, her whole body burning hot, an expression of complete ecstasy, intoxication, and enjoyment. With her perfect and unrestrained cooperation, Zhang Bing experienced unprecedented pleasure. Gazing at her sensual face, flushed and glowing like a sunset from the burning passion, and her alluring eyes, brimming with a hazy, spring-like allure, and hearing her soul-stirring, plaintive moans, Zhang Bing's desire surged even higher, his heart pounding. He showed no mercy whatsoever, his movements becoming increasingly ferocious.
Although Xue'er had rested well and prepared for today for a long time, possessing abundant energy and exceptional prowess in bed, leaving Zhang Bing utterly satisfied, she was still no match for Zhang Bing's vigorous energy. After a long and arduous battle, reaching several climaxes, she helplessly collapsed, repeatedly begging for mercy and restraining Zhang Bing's movements. Finally, with the help of her delicate hands, she completely extinguished Zhang Bing's fighting spirit.
Xue'er lay softly in Zhang Bing's arms, her beautiful eyes slightly closed, feeling the caresses of her beloved. While feeling infinitely satisfied, her sexy red lips also slightly curled up, and her little tongue unconsciously licked her lips, savoring the wonderful afterglow of passion.
The alluring movements reignited Zhang Bing's desire, and he couldn't resist flipping over to pin Xue'er beneath him once more. Xue'er, sensing his change, opened her bright, beautiful eyes and gave him a coquettish glare, weakly scolding, "You bad boy, I don't want it anymore, it hurts and I'm tired. Let me rest, okay?"
The beauty's gaze, filled with both love and fear, unknowingly satisfied Zhang Bing's vanity. Knowing it was her first time and she was vulnerable, he forcefully restrained his desire, embracing Xue'er's alluring body and whispering in her ear, "Xue'er, you're so captivating!"
The sweet words exchanged between lovers in bed were always enchanting, and Xue'er was delighted. However, remembering her earlier wanton behavior, her face flushed crimson. She playfully punched Zhang Bing, picked up the handkerchief stained with blood beside her, carefully rolled it up, and put it in her bag. Then, in a shy yet infinitely gentle tone, she said, "Bing, Xue'er has everything for you." A hint of melancholy tears flickered in her eyes.
"Yes, I know. I will definitely treat Xue'er well, my little darling."
Zhang Bing had worked two long days in a row and was a little tired, so he cuddled Xue'er and slept for a while.
When he woke up, it was already 2 pm. Zhang Bing was woken up by Li Huan. He opened his eyes and saw Li Huan standing in front of him, looking at him with a half-smile.
"Ah—Sister Huan, what brings you here?" Zhang Bing was still half asleep and a little confused.
"Alright, hurry up and put on your clothes. Ling Shan is waiting outside with the child. Don't scare the two girls like this." Li Huan looked at Zhang Bing, who was naked, and her face was full of shyness. That rascal, even when he was sleeping, that rascal was still so strong. Who knows which woman he was thinking about.
Zhang Bing then realized that he was not dressed. He smiled awkwardly and quickly grabbed his clothes and rushed into the bathroom. "Wait, it'll only take two minutes." Zhang Bing didn't care about joking with Li Huan anymore. He didn't dare let the two girls see him like this, or he didn't know how much they would laugh at him.
"Get dressed before you come out. I've let them in," Li Huan called out, suppressing a laugh, and went out to greet Ling Shan and the children.
When Zhang Bing came out of the bathroom, the four women—two adults and two children—were already sitting in the room. However, the two adults looked very somber and didn't play with the little girls as usual.
"What's wrong? What happened? Something's been strange ever since I got off the plane. Oh, and where's Xue'er? I haven't seen her." Zhang Bing knew he should have an answer now, but he didn't care much. Having experienced the storms of Beijing and returned to Changxiang, he felt indifferent to everything.
Ling Shan and Li Huan exchanged a glance. Li Huan took a letter from her bag and handed it to Zhang Bing. "She's gone. This is a letter for you."
"Gone? Why?" Zhang Bing was anxious. What happened? They just went to bed and she's gone? Could it be— Zhang Bing hurriedly took the letter and read it. It was indeed a letter from Xue'er.
"My dearest Bing: This is the first time I've called you this, and it may be the last. Please forgive my abrupt departure!
I don't know how to tell you this, but first and foremost, I want to assure you that I love you, Xue'er truly loves you so much! I'm even willing to share your love with other women; that's what I've always intended. I know Huan-jie, Shan-shan-jie, and Qing-er-jie definitely think the same way, and maybe Ma Pei feels the same way too, but I'm not sure.
I don't know what others think, but for me, my love is based on the respect and care that the person I love gives me. I always thought you felt the same way about me, but after a while after the New Year, I realized I was wrong—maybe not that I was wrong, but that you've changed."
I don't want to say much. You know very well what happened during my cousin's wedding, and I know very well too. I don't know how I managed to get through it. I only know that I couldn't understand you anymore. You became terrifying, someone I didn't recognize. Maybe there's a saying that men are driven by their lower instincts, which is why you were so brazenly making love with other women in my house, in my room. I thought about it for a long time before finally deciding to leave you for a while to think things through. The Hongqi Lake development contract is about to be signed. After it's signed, and I've fulfilled my promise to the villagers, I will go abroad to study for a period of time. I've already decided that as soon as you come back, I'll give myself to you. Maybe, if I'm lucky, we'll have a child, which would be even better. I'll give birth to her and think of you and our happy days when I see her. If we don't have a child, don't be discouraged. I'll still miss you. As long as I understand that my feelings for you can tolerate anything, I will come back to your side and live peacefully with you. You should have confidence in your charm.
"Alright, I won't write anymore. Huan-jie told me you have something even more important to do this time, and it seems you're in a dangerous situation. But I believe you can handle it, and with Huan-jie and the others by your side, I feel very reassured!
Don't come looking for me. Take good care of yourself and wait for me to return
to your side with a smile." After reading the letter, Zhang Bing took a deep breath. He didn't feel the impulse that Li Huan had expected. In fact, he had already deeply realized the problems of excessive indulgence and shameless debauchery on the plane back. This time, he almost fell into Xiang'er's hands, which was also the result of his excessive arrogance and constant advice. Therefore, even if Xue'er hadn't discovered his past shamelessness, he still had to be honest with his women. Only in this way could he be worthy of the woman who loved him wholeheartedly. Since Xue'er had chosen a temporary separation, then so be it. After all, he had caused her too much harm.
He carefully folded the letter and put it into his inner pocket, then looked at Ling Shan and Li Huan calmly, "Have you read the letter?"
"No, but Xue'er has told us sisters about this. We all advised her to be more open-minded, but she wouldn't listen, so we had to respect her choice. " Looking at this increasingly mature man and younger brother, Li Huan, remembering what Xue'er had mentioned, disregarded the children's presence and stomped on his foot hard.
Zhang Bing, however, didn't feign pitifulness to gain sympathy. He hugged his two adorable little girls tightly, looking at Li Huan and Ling Shan with a wry smile, "Did Jiang Yan call you and tell you about my situation in Beijing, saying I came back to seek refuge?"
The two nodded, exchanging wry smiles. This young man was more mature than they had imagined; it seemed he had indeed weathered a storm in Beijing.
"Jiang Yan will call you in five minutes. Let her tell you herself, and then we'll discuss it." "Li Huan tried to speak calmly. Her heart had never been at peace, especially when Jiang Yan called her to tell her about it. She could hardly believe it was true. She hadn't expected this young man to behave like that in Beijing—but compared to the outcome, she really didn't know whether to say it was good or bad.
Apart from Fei Fei and Ai'er's quiet playful chatter, the house fell silent, and none of the adults spoke.
Zhang Bing was thinking, why would Jiang Yan act like this? Was she being overly cautious? Or had things gotten out of hand this morning? But with Uncle Huang from the National Security Bureau helping out, there shouldn't be any problems. No one had any evidence that he did it. Or had he overlooked something? He was
startled from his thoughts by the ringing of the phone. It was Zhang Bing's cell phone, the new number Xue'er had given him. The number calling was also unfamiliar.
He answered, and it really was Jiang Yan's voice. It seemed that, like Zhang Bing, she had changed her number.
"Zhang Bing, I'll get straight to the point. Don't interrupt, just listen. Your situation is very dangerous right now. The Tang family is doing everything they can to capture you, and they may have been tapping your phone, so we need to be as careful as possible."
Now everyone in the circle knows you were behind this morning's events. The Tang family found those who escaped: a Japanese assassin and a man named Yangan, Tang Xiaoyang's strategist. They revealed the entire story of what happened this morning.
Since you could kill Tang Xiaoyang, you can kill other young masters as well. Therefore, everyone in the circle is on edge and unanimously demands your arrest. There's also strong opposition; your friends have done their best, so it hasn't yet formed a national force. It's just the Tang and Lin families acting privately, with the higher-ups tacitly approving.
Under these circumstances, Lin Jing, Zixuan, and Ye Tong are all under house arrest and cannot contact you. I pleaded repeatedly before Grandpa relented and allowed me one last phone call with you. With Grandpa's tacit approval, I've made arrangements. Before the arresting forces are fully deployed, you should immediately head to Chengdu Airport and transfer to another flight. Master Hulun is waiting for you there; he will escort you to Tibet. Master Hulun has frankly told us that you are definitely the reincarnation of Buddha in their religion. You will receive the full support and protection of the Potala Palace in Tibet, and have the opportunity to become the master of the entire Potala Palace, a spiritual being even higher than a Living Buddha. Tibet is the Potala Palace's world; the Tang and Lin families have no foundation there. It is the safest and most advantageous place for you. My grandfather hinted that if you can use your status and influence there to eliminate the rebellious lamas and increase Tibet's support for the central government, then everything will be much easier for you. Compared to the greater interests of the nation, the personal grudges of the Tang and Lin families are insignificant. This is your only chance. Of course, if you don't want to, you can go abroad from Tibet and live a carefree life, but you may never be able to return home. The choice is yours.
Finally, I assure you, I will protect the women in Beijing for you. Don't worry, as long as you are safe, everyone else will be fine. So, you must persevere and reach the Potala Palace safely. That's all I have to say. Jiang
Yan's words were clearly pre-planned, quick and urgent. Zhang Bing could imagine her expression and feelings, and felt a surge of gratitude. This silly woman was also genuinely kind to him, even though he had hurt her time and time again.
"Thank you, Jiang Yan, I'm so sorry to have troubled you." Zhang Bing was silent for a long time before finally managing to utter these words, not knowing what else to say.
"Zhang Bing, take care!" Jiang Yan's voice on the other end of the phone was clearly streaked with tears. After a pause, she said, "I love you!" and abruptly hung up.
Looking at the disconnected phone, Zhang Bing gave a bitter smile, feeling deeply ashamed: Why are these women so good to me? Yet I have let them down time and time again!
Li Huan was still hesitating whether to speak when Ling Shan, anxious, spoke first, "Xiao San, let's leave quickly. The situation is like this: your family doesn't know yet, and we don't plan to let the elders know. We'll keep everything a secret for now, just say you've been sent abroad to work." Ma Pei is hesitant after hearing your situation. Considering her father's position, we've decided to cut off contact with her. Qing'er is willing to go with you, but the company has a lot of work to do, and your sister's company also needs her help, so we've discussed having her stay here to continue managing the company. Xue'er will be going abroad soon, but we haven't told her your specific situation yet. We'll wait until you get to Tibet to discuss it further. She's been too devastated by what you've done, and I'm afraid she won't be able to handle it. As for Li Huan and me, I'll stay here to consolidate our strength and take care of those who remain. Li Huan and the two children will go with you to Tibet to take care of you and have someone to discuss things with. If you have anything else to do, please let me know, and I'll have them take care of it. Let's hurry to the airport; every minute we're late is a minute of danger!"
"Sister Shanshan, Sister Huan, thank you!" Zhang Bing, fighting back tears welling in her eyes, stood up and gave the two women a deep hug, kissing each of them. She then picked up the child from the sofa and led the way towards the door. — (The End)

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