The Legend of the Wandering Swordsman: Assassination Passion

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: 2018/04/28 　　1. A Romantic Encounter on the First Day 　　"Mr. Du, this is your room key." The beautiful lobby manager presented the room key to Du 　　Luo with a sweet smile. 　　"Thank you." Du Luo accepted the room key with his usual gentlemanly manners. 　　"Mr. Du, is this your first time in Bali?" The girl 　　continued to ask with a smile as Du Luo put the room key into his pocket. 　　Du Luo nodded, "Yes, although I've been to many islands before, such as Phuket, Santorini, Barbados 　　, etc., this is indeed my first time in Bali." 　　"I believe you will soon fall in love with this beautiful and captivating island." The girl's smile became even sweeter. 　　Duro glanced at the name tag on her uniform. "Miss Christine, if you don't mind, please allow me 　　to ask out of curiosity, what country are you from?" 　　As everyone knows, Bali is an island in Indonesia, and most of its residents are Indonesians with darker skin 　　. However, Christine in front of Duro was not only sweet-looking but also had fair skin, 　　making her seem unlike a local. 　　Christine smiled, revealing her pearly white teeth, and replied, "My surname is Li, and I'm from Singapore. This hotel is an international chain 　　group. I joined three years ago and have already been sent to several countries for internships. Bali is 　　the second region I've served in since being officially hired." 　　Duro, very knowledgeable about women's psychology, saw Christine patiently describing her experiences 　　and knew that this beautiful lobby manager had feelings for him. He immediately signaled 　　, "Since that's the case, there must be many places in Bali you haven't visited yet. I'll be staying in Bali for a 　　while. If you don't mind, we can travel together and explore Bali's famous historical sites?" 　　Christine hesitated for a moment before nodding, "Okay, I have time off the day after tomorrow." 　　Duro said happily, "Great! My phone number is in my check-in record. Contact me when it's convenient 　　!" 　　Duro smiled at Christine and then left with his simple luggage. He stayed at a luxurious 　　resort comprised of dozens of independent villas, each with its own private swimming pool and 　　kitchen. Guests could swim freely and, if the mood struck, summon a chef to cook international 　　cuisine on the spot—a truly personalized service, making it extremely popular. 　　Duro was tall and handsome, possessing a strong masculine presence, unlike the 　　typical effeminate pretty boy. Besides his striking looks, the occasional hint of rebelliousness in his eyes 　　easily attracted women's attention. Simply put, he might not be the ideal long-term partner, but 　　he was definitely a fatally attractive lover. Many girls flocked to him like moths to a flame, 　　seeking fleeting excitement and momentary pleasure. However, they didn't know that he was actually a wounded playboy, 　　and not just once, but twice. 　　Duro arrived at his villa, put down his luggage, and lay down on the bed fully clothed. His trip to Bali 　　wasn't for relaxation, but for a mission. He wasn't short of money, but he didn't mind 　　having a few extra zeros in his bank account, especially since he was being asked by an old friend. 　　He had originally planned to go to a colder country, but upon arriving at the airport, he received a call from Kaoru 　　. "Aro, are you interested in making some money?" Kaoru asked as soon as he answered. 　　"Kaoru-neechan, with our friendship, what's money? Just say the word, and I'll get it done for you." 　　Duro was very straightforward, agreeing without even asking what the mission was. 　　"I need you to kill someone. The price is one million US dollars." Kaoru, true to her status as the heiress of the Kumagai Group, 　　spoke with the same confidence a girl her age would when buying luxury goods. 　　Before Duro could ask any questions, she continued, "I guarantee you, this person deserves to die." 　　Duro didn't ask further. "Give me the person's information and location!" 　　Less than a minute later, Duro received the information Kaoru had sent to his phone. He read it carefully. 　　"Miyano Jiro, 32 years old, a human trafficker who specializes in abducting underage girls and selling them to Middle Eastern 　　countries. He will be meeting with a Middle Eastern buyer in Bali. Go there and find an opportunity to kill him." 　　Duro replied to Kaoru, "I hate human traffickers the most. It really doesn't need to be a million. 　　We can talk about the money later! I only have one question: why don't you do it yourself?" 　　Kaoru's answer was simple, "I hate this person to the core, but he is 　　the son of a good friend of my father's. I can't do it myself, so I can only use you to kill him." 　　Duro nodded, "Understood. I will eliminate this scum." 　　So he immediately changed his flight and flew directly to Bali, even checking into the same resort as Miyano Jiro. 　　In his adventurous career, killing someone was inevitable, but he was not a ruthless killer. Every time he killed someone, 　　it was out of self-defense, perhaps because that person truly deserved to die. Miyano Jiro was one of those guys he thought deserved to die 　　. He was a man who cherished flowers, so he particularly hated people like Miyano. 　　Duro lay in bed for a while before feeling hungry, so he got up and left the villa. He didn't want 　　to eat at the villa, so he hailed a taxi to the nearby famous Jimbaran Beach. 　　During the day, the beach was packed with tourists, especially Westerners, who sunbathed, swam, and surfed 　　. Once night fell, it transformed; businessmen 　　turned the stretch of beach closest to the sea into open-air restaurants, instantly filling the beach with countless tables and 　　candlelight, offering couples overpriced and mediocre candlelight dinners. 　　Duro had traveled the world and knew very well that restaurants in tourist spots weren't great, but since 　　he was there, he decided to try the local seafood. As soon as he reached the beach, several locals with menus 　　swarmed around him, constantly greeting him in broken English and recommending their own dishes. Duro looked around...

After searching around, he finally found a relatively secluded corner to sit down and ordered a seafood feast.
Most of the customers were Westerners, including couples, spouses, and families. As for Asians
, besides Duro, there were only a handful. Frankly, the owners had put a lot of effort into this open-air restaurant.
Besides the romantic atmosphere created by flickering candlelight, there was a band
playing English classics for the diners with guitars, violins, and other instruments. Of course, if you wanted the band to play a song for you, or perhaps your lover, you had to pay
. It's truly a case of "you get what you pay for."
Duro was alone and Asian, so the band ignored him,
finishing their performance for the Western tourists next to him and moving on to another group of foreigners. Duro preferred rock music and
wasn't particularly interested in this kind of soft, mellow music, so he didn't mind at all and was happy to have some peace and quiet.
In less than ten minutes, Duro's seafood feast arrived. Duro was immediately disappointed.
The seafood that looked delicious on the menu turned out to be completely different when it arrived. After a few bites, he was even more disappointed.
The lobster was bland, and the grilled fish was spicy enough, but it had been grilled for too long, and the fish had lost its original texture
. He couldn't help but sigh, "Restaurants in tourist areas are absolutely unreliable. I must remember this!"
Just then, a quarrel broke out not far from Duro. Duro turned around and saw a Western
couple arguing with a waiter.
The couple were both in their early twenties, especially the woman, who looked no more than twenty.
She had short, stylish blonde hair, blue-green eyes, and a very sweet appearance. As the saying goes, if you're good-looking,
you look good in anything. Although she was just casually wearing a loose t-shirt and hot pants, her incredibly
long and beautiful legs made Duro stare at her intently. Duro had seen his share of stunning beauties and wasn't the
type to pounce on any pretty girl he saw. While this girl was captivating, he only admired
her from afar.
The man was also quite handsome, with long blond hair and a muscular physique, looking remarkably like a male lead in a superhero
movie. He was currently arguing with the local waiter in broken English
, "We ordered 600,000 Indonesian Rupiah, how come it's become 1 million?"
The waiter, smiling apologetically, pulled out the menu and pointed to the bottom, "Sir,
it's clearly written here that there's an surcharge for dining on the beach, making it 1.05 million. We
've already given you a 50,000 Rupiah discount."
Duro couldn't help but chuckle, thinking that in such a dark setting, with only candles for lighting, who
could possibly see the bottom line of the menu? This was clearly a common restaurant rip-off tactic!
The blond man became even more enraged, practically screaming, "This is
outrageous! You're a total rip-off! It's not that I can't afford it, it's that I refuse to pay this kind of extortion!"
His voice grew louder and louder, disturbing not only Duro who was nearby, but also some diners further away
. The waiter, not wanting to cause further uproar, compromised, "How about this, we'll
give you a discount, you just pay 800,000!"
The blond man still disagreed, continuing his tirade, "No way! I won't pay a single penny more! You
Indonesians are all trash, the men only know how to cheat, and the women are just prostitutes!"
The waiter's face darkened, and just as he was about to lash out, the girl spoke up, "Johnny, let it go
! Just give it to him!"
Duro, standing nearby, recognized her German accent and realized they were German; no wonder their English
sounded a bit awkward.
As soon as the girl spoke, the blond man, Johnny, stopped insisting, obediently took out his wallet,
placed 800,000 Indonesian guilders on the table, and then angrily led the girl away, ending the farce. After they left,
Duro lost all interest in the bland food in front of him, so he paid the bill and left. Of course, he had
to pay the extra fees, but Duro never fussed over small things, so he paid the money, figuring
he wouldn't come back.
Duro strolled back to the resort. It was already dark, and the streets were filled with foreign tourists; Duro
heard languages from all over the world, as if he were in the United Nations. To save time, Duro deliberately took a shortcut,
choosing a quiet alley with back doors to shops on both sides. He had only walked for less than a minute when he heard
fighting ahead. He frowned, and before he could decide whether to get involved, he heard a girl
shouting in German.
"It's them!" Duro knew immediately that it was the German couple who had been in trouble.
Thinking of the German girl's pretty yet slightly proud demeanor, Duro quickened his pace and immediately
ran forward.
After turning a corner, he indeed saw three natives ganging up on the blond German man, Johnny, while the girl
stood by, pale-faced, shouting for them to stop. Although Johnny was tall, he
was no match for six men; his face was bruised and blood was spurting from his mouth.
Without a word, Duro rushed over and struck one of the natives on the neck from behind.
Before the unfortunate fellow could even scream, he was punched in the temple and immediately collapsed to the ground, temporarily incapacitated.
Duro showed no mercy from the start; after knocking down one, he kicked another native between the legs
. The man let out a strange cry and cowered on the ground like a shrimp. Seeing his companions fall one by one, the last remaining man
grew fearful and tried to flee.
Duro wouldn't let him escape, rushing forward to block his path. In the dim moonlight, Duro could
clearly see that the man was the waiter who had argued with Johnny earlier; it seemed he was
seeking revenge for being insulted by Johnny.
Seeing he couldn't escape, the waiter decided to fight back. His eyes flashed with malice, and
a switchblade appeared in his hand. He lunged at Duro's chest. Duro, a seasoned warrior, calmly stepped back, his right hand flashing
as he grabbed the man's wrist. With a sharp twist, the man, in pain, immediately dropped the switchblade. Duro seized the opportunity...
The knife was already in his hand.
The moment it was in his grasp, it seemed to come alive, flashing and gliding, leaving the waiter dazzled
and too terrified to move. After shaving the waiter's hair into a mess with several quick strokes, Duro punched him hard in
the nose. The man rolled on the ground in pain, but before the pain subsided, a sudden sharp pain
shot through his thigh. Duro had casually flicked his wrist, and the switchblade had returned to its rightful owner, deeply embedded in the man's thigh.
After swiftly and decisively dealing with the three men, Duro turned to the German couple and smiled, asking,
"Are you alright?"
Although Duro appeared carefree, he was actually quite knowledgeable. He spoke slightly broken but
perfectly pronounced German, which made the girl look at him with newfound respect. Johnny kept thanking
the waiter while simultaneously cursing him, "These Indonesians are like that, you can't help but think they're sneaky and not
good people just by looking at them, and I was right!"
Duro couldn't help but scold him, "Excuse my bluntness, but while they were wrong, you shouldn't have been so rude
! They chased after you because your mouth was so offensive. I'm glad you're alright, I'm leaving!"
Duro hated these Westerners who thought they were superior. Although he had rescued them out of kindness,
he had no liking for Johnny and didn't want to talk to him anymore. After saying those few words, he turned and left.
He returned to the villa and went to take a shower. Bali is a tropical region, and given
his actions, he was sweating, so he showered as soon as he got back. When he finished showering and
came out of the bathroom naked, he found someone else in the suite—someone he was very happy to see.
He was completely unconcerned about being naked in front of the man, grinning slyly, and said, "Didn't you say you'd wait until you were on vacation?"
The uninvited guest sitting on Duro's bed was Christine Lee, the hotel's lobby manager from Singapore
. She was still wearing her executive suit, but her beautiful hair had been let down, and her eyes held
a hint of allure. She stared at Duro and slowly said, "I couldn't wait, so I came right after work. Aren't you happy
to see me?"
Duro immediately shook his head repeatedly, "Of course not, I'm more than happy to welcome you." He walked slowly to Christine and
said with a grin, "You're abusing your power, aren't you?"
Christine reached out and stroked Duro's muscular body, her hand slowly sliding down his chest, past his abs, and
finally resting between his legs. She touched Duro's large penis before looking up and saying, "Well, I did
abuse my power and copy the access card for your villa. But when I was taking classes at the hotel management school, my professor
told me that nothing is more important than giving guests the greatest satisfaction. I did my best to win the
favor of the guests for the company, and I believe that even if the management knew, they wouldn't blame me."
Duro's penis immediately reacted to her touch, becoming slightly erect, which made her smile
. She couldn't help but continue, gently stroking the huge thing with one hand.
Duro felt a surge of ecstasy from her touch. After letting out a few groans, he
said playfully, "Your management must have done something good in their past life to have such
a good employee like you in this life. But... I still have one complaint."
"Oh...?" Christine looked up again, staring at Duro with a questioning look.
"Aren't you wearing a little too much?" Duro squinted at her with a slightly lecherous look.
Christine vigorously stroked Duro's large penis a few times before replying, "I'm still a girl
... can't you show some gentlemanly manners?"
Duro slapped his forehead. "You're right!" He then grabbed Christine under her armpits and lifted
her up in a swift motion. As soon as she stood up, Duro's lips descended upon her, and they kissed passionately.
Their passion grew uncontrollable, their kisses becoming increasingly intense until they were almost breathless before finally separating. Christine gazed
at Duro and said, "Don't you think I'm being too hasty? To be honest, this is the first time I've done this. It's
been such a long, long time since I've done this..."
Duro shook his head. "Both men and women have the right to do as they please. I'm just curious, with your outstanding qualities
, how could you not be surrounded by a group of men?"
Christine grasped Duro's large penis again and said softly, "I've always been someone who'd rather have nothing than something bad. I
don't like the natives here, and I especially dislike those foreigners, so it's been such a long, long time since I've held this thing,
let alone something so thick..."
Her hands were busy, and Duro's hands weren't idle either. His hands, like magic, removed her business suit piece by piece
until she was completely naked.
Duro admired her body in the dim light of the room. She was slender, with breasts that were white with a rosy tint,
small but perfectly proportioned to her figure. She kept her legs tightly closed, but Duro could still see the slightly bulging
triangle of her pubic area and the neatly trimmed body hair.
"You're so beautiful..." Duro couldn't help but utter a heartfelt compliment.
"Hmph...you smooth talker!" Christine said, but her eyes and brows were full of smiles
.
"Everything I say is true!" As soon as Duro finished speaking, he reached out and cupped her breasts, lowering
his head to suckle her nipples. As a playboy, Duro's skills in this area were unquestionable, and Christine
quickly let out soft moans under his kisses.
The two were standing by the bed when Christine leaned back, and the two landed on the bed. Once on the bed
, Christine's moans became even wilder. Although Duro lived in a small villa, Christine's cries
were still quite loud in the quiet night. Duro, being a very considerate man, didn't want to wake the neighbors, so he temporarily
abandoned the alluring nipples and sealed her lips with his own, their tongues meeting once more.
"Duro...fuck me hard...let me experience your prowess first..." Christine finally
found an opportunity to make her request.
"Okay, okay..." Duro repeatedly agreed, but deliberately didn't penetrate her. His hard, large
penis simply rubbed against Christine's genitals, further fueling her desire.
She couldn't resist grabbing Duro's enormous penis with one hand and shoving it inside her without a word. Since she was
so eager, Duro stopped playing games and let her insert his large penis into her vagina.
Although Christine was already very wet and had her legs spread to welcome the massive penis, Duro's thick
penis was only halfway in. Even so, this was enough to relieve her thirst. Having just
tasted the sweetness, she naturally wanted more, so she clamped her legs around Duro's waist and pushed hard, trying her best
to push him deeper.
Since she needed it so much, Duro didn't pretend to be refined anymore and thrust in and out of her with abandon. He
didn't care whether the Singaporean girl's moans of pleasure would disturb the other guests, and let her groan loudly
.
"I didn't expect to have a romantic encounter on my first day in Bali! This really is a vacation paradise!"
Duro, also enjoying himself, couldn't help but cheer in his heart.

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