【The Legend of the Wandering Swordsman Duro: Passionate Assassination】1

Author: firstwarrior
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Word Count: 6448
2017/07/10
Chapter 01: 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 to him
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 very masculine air, 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 type for a long-term relationship, 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.
He came to Bali not to relax, but to carry out a mission.
He wasn't short of money, but he didn't mind having a few more 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 to talk about? 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 is someone who deserves to die."
Duro didn't ask any more questions. "Give me the person's information and location!"
In less than a minute, 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 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; 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 considered to
deserve to die.
He was a man who cherished beauty, 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 there, 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 many surfed.
But once night fell, it transformed; businesses turned the stretch of sand closest to the sea into a beach resort.
The beach was instantly filled with countless tables, candlelight flickering everywhere,
offering couples an overpriced and less-than-ideal candlelight dinner.
Duro, having traveled the world, knew all too well that restaurants in tourist spots were rarely good, 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, greeting him in broken English and
recommending their dishes.
After looking around, Duro finally chose a relatively secluded corner 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 the candlelight, a band played English classics for the diners with guitars and violins.
Of course, if you wanted the band to play for you, or perhaps your lover, you had to pay.
It's true what they say, "the wool comes from the sheep's back"—that's absolutely true.
Duro was alone and an Asian, so the band ignored him,
finishing their performance for the Western tourists beside him and moving on to another restaurant catering to 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.
Less than ten minutes later, Duro's seafood feast arrived.
Duro was immediately disappointed; the seafood that looked delicious on the menu was
completely unrecognizable 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 was
overcooked, and the fish had lost its original texture.
He couldn't help but sigh, "Restaurants in tourist areas are absolutely unreliable; I must remember that!"
Just then, a burst of arguing suddenly came from not far away.
Duro turned around and saw a Western couple arguing incessantly 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, good-looking people look good in anything.
Although she was simply wearing a baggy t-shirt and hot pants, her incredibly long, beautiful legs made
Duro stare at her intently.
Duro had seen many stunning beauties and wasn't the type to pounce on every pretty girl he saw.
While this girl amazed him, he only admired her. The man was also good-looking, with long blond hair and a muscular physique; 　　he looked almost exactly like the male leads in
superhero movies. 　　He was arguing with the local waiter in broken English, "We ordered 　　600,000 Indonesian Rupiah, how did it become 1 million?" 　　The waiter, smiling obsequiously, 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, so it's actually 1.05 million. Our 　　restaurant has already given you a 50,000 Rupiah discount." 　　Duro couldn't help but chuckle, thinking that in such a dark place, 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, enraged, practically screamed, "This is outrageous! You're 　　a black market! 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, startling not only Duro who was nearby but also some other diners further away 　　. 　　The waiter, not wanting to cause a public outcry, 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 lie, 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, forget it 　　! 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 rupiah on the table, and 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 just 　　paid and figured 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 of shops on either side. 　　He had only walked for less than a minute when he heard the sounds of 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 the German couple from before were in trouble. 　　Thinking of the German girl's pretty face with a hint of pride, Duro quickened his pace and 　　ran towards them. 　　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 and was already bruised and bleeding 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, another punch landed on his temple, instantly knocking him to the ground, temporarily incapacitated
.
Duro showed no mercy from the start; after knocking one down, he kicked another native squarely between the legs
.
The man let out a strange cry and cowered on the ground like a shrimp.
The last remaining man, seeing his companions fall one by one, 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
; apparently, he was resentful of being insulted by Johnny and had come seeking revenge.
Seeing no 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 veteran of countless battles, calmly stepped back, his right hand flashing as he grabbed the man's wrist.
He twisted hard, and the man, in pain, immediately dropped the switchblade.
Duro easily caught it, and it was in his hand.
The moment it was in his grasp, the knife seemed to come alive; for a moment, the blade flashed, dazzling the waiter,
who was too terrified to move.
Duro shaved the waiter's hair into a mess with several quick strokes before delivering a heavy punch to his 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, "That's just how Indonesians are.
The moment you see them, you think they're sneaky and not good people. 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 resort'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 abused my power by copying 　　the access card for your villa. But when I was taking classes at the hotel management school, my professor once told me that nothing is more important than 　　giving guests the greatest satisfaction. I do my best to win the hearts of 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. 　　He groaned a few times and then said playfully, "Your management must have done something good in their past life 　　to be able to hire such a good employee like you. 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 tug-of-war. 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 something like this, 　　let alone something so thick..." 　　Her hands were busy, and Duro's hands weren't idle either. His magical hands 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. 　　Her legs were tightly closed, but Duro could still see the slightly bulging triangle 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, though a smile played on her lips.
"Every word I say is true!"
Duro said, then reached out and cupped her breasts, lowering his head to suckle her nipples. As a playboy, Duro's skill in this area was undeniable, and Christine 　　quickly let out soft moans under
his kisses . 　　The two were standing by the bed when Christine leaned back, and they 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 was a considerate man; not wanting to wake the neighbors, he temporarily abandoned the alluring nipples and 　　sealed her lips with his, their tongues meeting once more. 　　"Duro...fuck me hard...let me feel your prowess first..." 　　Christine finally found an opportunity to make her request. 　　"Okay, okay..." 　　Duro said repeatedly, but deliberately didn't penetrate her. His hard, large penis just kept rubbing 　　against Christine's lower body, making her even more aroused. 　　She couldn't help but grab Duro's huge penis with one hand and shoved it into her without saying a word. 　　Since she was so thirsty, Duro stopped playing games and let her insert his large penis into her vagina. 　　Although Christine was already very wet and had her legs open to welcome the huge penis, Duro's thick 　　penis was still only halfway in. 　　Even so, this was enough to relieve her thirst. 　　Having just tasted the sweetness, she naturally wanted to taste more, so she clamped her legs around Duro's waist and pushed hard 　　, trying her best to make Duro go deeper. 　　Since she was so eager, Duro abandoned all pretense of civility and began thrusting into her with abandon. 　　He didn't care whether the Singaporean girl's moans of ecstasy would disturb the other guests, and let 　　her groan loudly. 　　"I didn't expect to have such a romantic encounter on my first day in Bali! This really is a vacation paradise!" 　　Duro, equally enjoying himself, couldn't help but cheer inwardly.

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