【The Legend of the Wandering Swordsman Duro: Assassination Passion】8

Author: firstwarrior
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2017/12/29

Chapter 8: The Amorous Underworld Assassin

Ahmed was an arrogant man.

In the Middle East, due to his royal status, he was superior to everyone else, and ordinary people had to
bow to him. If he were even luckier, born into a powerful family, he could have enjoyed
wealth and luxury . Unfortunately, his grandfather had seventy-three descendants, and his good-for-nothing father was
one of the least favored. So, although he had a more prestigious status than ordinary people, the money in his pocket was far less than that of his
powerful relatives. Unwilling to accept this, he had to take a crooked path and make a lot of money through other means.

He discovered that most of his wealthy relatives were lecherous. He had a flash of inspiration and thought of
becoming their accomplice, finding beautiful women from all over the world for them to seduce and abuse. Before this,
although his relatives had several managers to handle these women for them, outsiders were never as
reliable as family, right? So once he established connections and started his business, it flourished, with demand far exceeding supply.

From then on, he lived a life of extreme luxury and extravagance. Everything he had lost before, he now possessed.
As the saying goes, whoever is willing to spend money is the boss, so he always bowed his head in front of his clients.
Over time , this fostered a personality that was both self-deprecating and arrogant. In front of clients, he could be a dog, but in front of
others, he was haughty, arrogant, and disdainful of everyone. It was precisely because of this personality that
the four of them did not change their itinerary after learning of Miyano Jiro's death and still flew to Bali.

"Just because Miyano died, I have to change course? Isn't that a joke? I spent so much money to bring you
back , are you just here to look at me? You three are worth two hundred thousand US dollars a day,
and whether I can have a safe vacation in Bali depends on whether you can do it safely!" These were the words he said to his three bodyguards on his private jet
.

As Xunzi had said, the three men were no ordinary individuals; otherwise, they wouldn't have demanded such an exorbitant
price as $200,000 a day.

Rekraf, 36 years old, was trained from childhood by the KGB, a Soviet intelligence agency, to be a cold-blooded killer.
After the collapse of the Soviet Union, he left the agency and became a professional assassin. In recent years, he was
hired by Ahmed at a high price, becoming one of his three bodyguards. For a Russian, he wasn't tall, only
1.8 meters , but his muscles were bulging, and the veins on his hands were prominent. He was taciturn, often going a whole day without saying
a word, but his attacks were extremely ruthless; his opponents were usually either killed or crippled. If he were to be described as an animal,
the most fitting would be a bloodthirsty leopard.

Shamantu, 31 years old, from the Republic of Congo, grew up in a wild tribe,
fighting many wild beasts for survival. Although he was self-taught and without any formal training, his fighting techniques were the most
direct and effective, completely devoid of superfluous movements; every move was aimed at killing the opponent.
He felt out of place in modern society and eventually returned to his old ways—
making a living by selling his fists. As the saying goes, the highest bidder wins, and Ahmed was one of the few who could afford his fists
. Although he had lived in modern society for many years, his values remained rooted in the primitive society. For him,
killing was just like eating and drinking—a part of life, a very ordinary
thing.

Long Zhijie, thirty years old, from Hong Kong, joined a local gang at the age of fifteen. He quickly rose through the ranks
, using his young age and baby face to infiltrate the rival gang leader's circle and
brutally sever his heart meridian with a single blow, shocking the entire underworld and instantly becoming famous. He rose rapidly through the ranks,
from a lowly henchman to the gang's top assassin, reaching the rank of "Double Flower Red Stick." But fame brings its
own problems, and he became a target of the Hong Kong police. He didn't want to go to jail, so he had to leave his hometown. Just then,
Ahmed was hiring bodyguards with generous pay, so he gritted his teeth, left the underworld, and became a human trafficker's
private bodyguard.

At this moment, after hearing their employer's words, the three of them exchanged glances, and then
Long Zhijie, the least talkative of the three, replied, "We're paid to do our job. No matter where you go, we
three will keep you safe."

Ahmed wanted to hear that, and immediately burst into laughter. He laughed for a while before stopping,
patting Long Zhijie on the shoulder. "Good! Good! Well said! By the way, you seem
a bit . What's wrong?"

Long Zhijie shook his head. "Nothing serious, just a small personal matter. It won't affect my
work efficiency at all."

Ahmed nodded. "That's good. Ah Long, if it's about women, just say so. You know,
almost all the most beautiful women in the world are here with me! Just say the word, and I'll let you choose! Hahaha!"

Long Zhijie still shook his head. "Thank you, boss. I'll handle my own affairs."

They chatted for a while, and the plane was already in the Bali sky, preparing to land. The pilot Ahmed hired used to
fly Boeing passenger planes, so flying this small private plane was a piece of cake for him, and he easily and
successfully landed it on the runway. As the saying goes, money makes the world go round, and the four of them went through the VIP
channel as soon as they got off the plane, and walked out of the airport a few minutes later. They had made arrangements beforehand, and a
luxurious Rolls-Royce Phantom was waiting for them at the airport entrance.

Ahmed chuckled as soon as he got in, "See that? This is the evil
magic of money! With money, I can do whatever I want! I can get the respect I deserve, hahaha!"

His three bodyguards, well aware of his personality and his penchant for flaunting his wealth,
all nodded in agreement.

The Rolls-Royce driver started driving without any prompting. Although the roads in Bali were rather rough, the four of them felt no bumps whatsoever in
the enormous luxury car.

Ahmed continued his boasting, "You know what? I have at least ten of these cars in my garage!
Every time they release a new model, they contact me first to ask if I want one reserved for me! Hehehe!"

The three bodyguards were mainly responsible for his safety outside the Middle East, so they didn't know
much wealth every day until they were a little annoyed.

Long Zhijie nodded with a smile, but inwardly he thought, "You arrogant fool, if it weren't for the money,
who would have time to listen to your babbling? If you really anger me one day, I won't care about the money! Money, humph, can
money really buy you anything? Sigh, if only it could..." Just as Ahmed said, Long
Zhijie, this once-powerful figure in the Hong Kong underworld, was indeed somewhat melancholy.

The image of a girl floated into his mind. Her blonde hair, her sweet smile, her pink nipples—
they lingered in his heart.

Perhaps it was fate; Ahmed had returned to the Middle East and gave the three of them a week's leave,
and Long Zhijie went back to Hong Kong.

Long Zhijie didn't visit his former brothers that time; he only went to visit his elderly mother. Since he
had no siblings, he settled his mother in a luxurious nursing home. Seeing his mother happy in the courtyard
, he felt a weight lifted from his heart. He paid for ten years' worth of accommodation for her in one go and then left
, heading to Portland Street, where he had grown up, to reminisce about his childhood.

Childhood? He smiled bitterly.

Others' childhoods were about school and play, but his was about killing. He remembered clearly that his father was
a drug addict who not only didn't bring money home but also robbed his mother of the money she had worked so hard to earn.

Without money, they had to endure hunger. With no other way out, he had no choice but to pick up a watermelon knife and
carve . Just as these memories lingered in his mind, a girl's scream brought him back to Portland
Street.

He turned around and was horrified to see two thugs dragging a blonde, blue-eyed girl into an alley
. The two men had a lecherous look on their faces, clearly intending to rob and rape her. Although Portland Street was
bustling with tourists , everyone was minding their own business, and no one dared to cause trouble.

He frowned; he couldn't stand by and watch. He was a gangster, but he never bullied the weak. "Damn it,
if you're going to fight, fight someone stronger! What kind of hero bullies a weak woman?"

He ran into the alley and sure enough, he saw the two thugs groping the girl, one of them even trying to tear
her clothes. Without a word, he ran over and punched them both to the ground.

"You…you better not run away! Our boss will kill you with one punch!" The two, blinded by their own
power, dared to challenge him.

He smiled coldly, ignoring the two thugs, and only glanced back at the girl. In that
one glance , he knew he was finished. The girl was so beautiful, so lovely. Having just escaped danger, she
was looking at him with adoration. At that moment, his heart melted, turning into tender affection.

He reached out his hand to her, and she gave him her delicate hand without a word. They gazed at each other silently for
a long time before suddenly laughing together. He honestly couldn't remember the last time he'd laughed, but
at that moment , his laughter was so joyful that even the stray dogs on the street seemed to sense his happiness, barking at him a few times.

They walked hand-in-hand from one end of Portland Street to the other, not exchanging a single word, yet both felt a sweet
warmth, as if walking on clouds. Just as Long Zhijie mustered the courage to introduce himself to the girl,
the spoils arrived. The two thugs had brought not only their boss but also over twenty others,
each carrying a watermelon knife. Passersby quickly made way for the apparent gangland feud, avoiding any potential collateral damage
; whether anyone called the police was unknown.

Long Zhijie frowned again. If he were alone, he wouldn't be afraid of those twenty-odd men. But
now with a girl beside him, he feared he wouldn't be able to protect her if a fight broke out. He
made a decisive move, doing something he'd never done before in his life as a gangster: he turned and grabbed the girl's hand,
fleeing as fast as he could. The girl quickly took off her high heels and ran barefoot with him.

They ran for a while, but the pursuers remained close. Long Zhijie turned to look at the girl and found her
surprisingly calm, showing no signs of panic. He couldn't help but ask, "Aren't you afraid?"

The girl shook her head. "With you here, I'm not afraid of anything."

"Okay. Then we won't run anymore." He suddenly stopped and gestured for the girl to hide
in a dark alley nearby. "Unless I call you, no matter what happens, don't come out. Understand?"

The girl nodded, seemingly knowing what he was planning, but showed no fear, only firmly telling
him, "I'll wait for you."

At this moment, the group of thugs caught up, led by the two thugs from before. They brandished
machetes , shouting like madmen, and frantically slashed at his vital points.

The next five minutes were a one-sided massacre. Unarmed, Long Zhijie took down the
two thugs and snatched their watermelon knives, then
fought desperately . Although the enemy outnumbered him, only three or four could attack him simultaneously. Long Zhijie
had experienced countless similar street battles since he was fifteen; every strike he made drew blood, always hitting vital points, while
he always managed to dodge the enemy's knives, or at least suffer minor injuries.

Seeing his own men fall one by one in pools of blood, while this ferocious young man, despite being stabbed multiple times
, remained standing, the remaining men became fearful. They were actually just a rabble, relying solely on numbers.
Once they realized that numbers couldn't solve the problem, they were helpless. Finally, someone threw down their watermelon knife and turned
to flee. With the first person, another followed, and soon they were routed.

Watching the remaining dozen or so men flee, Long Zhijie didn't give chase. He simply
spat fiercely at one of them, who seemed to be the leader and was writhing on the ground in pain, saying, "Don't mess with me again!" The man had never encountered such
a ruthless character before and could only nod repeatedly.

Long Zhijie walked into the dark alley and whispered, "You can come out now."

The girl, hearing his call, rushed out from the shadows and hugged him tightly. She softly
asked, "Are you hurt?"

Long Zhijie nodded. "Just minor injuries, nothing serious. Let's go!"

The girl didn't walk away. Instead, she cupped his face, glanced at him, and then offered him a kiss. In that
instant, the whole world seemed to stand still. Long Zhijie felt dizzy, lightheaded,
as if he could leap to the horizon. They kissed and kissed until they were almost breathless before separating.

The girl gently stroked his wounds and put her blood-stained fingers in her mouth.

"Now I have your blood on me too," she said affectionately.

He couldn't suppress his impulse, and his hands began to roam over the girl's body. The girl was even more decisive,
slipping her hands inside his clothes and gently caressing his nipples, arousing his passion. His manhood
began to harden inside his jeans. The girl was only wearing a V-neck t-shirt and a mini-skirt, and her long, slender legs
naturally became the first territory he conquered. His hands gradually rose until they reached between the girl's legs.

To his surprise, the girl wasn't wearing underwear, and he touched her labia. She shuddered,
and he, his mouth dry, slowly inserted his fingers into her.

She whispered in his ear, "I want your
fuck me now..."

He obediently pulled down his jeans, not even taking off his shirt, and thrust his large penis into her vagina.
Suddenly, he noticed resistance at the head of his penis. He realized, "She's a virgin!"

The girl sensed his hesitation. "Don't stop... I want you to fuck me..."

Without further hesitation, he thrust forward, breaking through the resistance and turning the girl into
a woman. The girl, who had just lost her virginity, clung tightly to him, gritting her teeth and enduring the excruciating pain.
Beads of sweat streamed down her forehead, dripping onto his cheeks and chest.

Only after the pain subsided and the girl had adjusted to his size did he truly
begin to fuck her. Having been involved in the underworld, he naturally had no shortage of women throwing themselves at him. He didn't refuse them, but he didn't actively
seek sex either.

It's just about having sex with a woman, right? With money and power, even female celebrities and singers are at our mercy, aren't they?

But this time was different, truly different. From the moment he started, he felt an unprecedented comfort, a sensation
spreading from his glans throughout his entire body. This feeling made him crave to keep going, and when he saw
the girl 's panting expression, he wanted her to experience pleasure as well. This
was a world apart from his previous self-centeredness.

Your happiness is my happiness.

Suddenly, he understood the meaning of Faye Wong's song. Could it be that Faye Wong had the same realization
when ? Was that why she commissioned a lyricist to write this song?

He didn't know. He only knew that he desperately wanted to see what this girl looked like when she reached orgasm,
so he thrust harder. He leaned the girl's back against the alley wall, then lifted her right leg and placed it
on his shoulder, thrusting into her again and again. Under the dim streetlights, he could see her eyes half-
open , a bead of sweat slowly trickling down her nose. Unable to resist the temptation, he immediately leaned over and
licked the bead of sweat away. That drop of sweat was sweeter than the expensive wine he'd drunk before, filling him with
a myriad of emotions. "Is this love?"

he wondered. He wasn't a skilled lover, and besides, this was his true love, so he quickly reached his climax. Fortunately,
the girl also reached orgasm at that moment. She suddenly bit his shoulder, then her vagina tightened, a gush of
heat releasing him as it hit his glans. A thick stream of semen spurted from his glans, and they both
reached paradise.

He took her to a familiar little hotel in Wan Chai for the night. Because his clothes were stained with blood, to
avoid trouble, they could only stay at his familiar hotel. That night, they made love wildly, from
the cheap little bed to the bathroom to the sofa, almost stepping into the hallway outside the room.

He remembered one time he opened the window, let her lean against the windowsill, her upper body completely naked
outside , and then he fucked her from behind. With his vigorous thrusting, her fair breasts swayed incessantly outside the window,
and her moans were deafening.

"Ah...fuck me...Long, just fuck me hard...don't hold back, okay
...?"

They knew the residents upstairs and downstairs, even passersby on the street, could definitely hear her moans,
but they didn't care. They even had a desire for the whole world to know they were in love, in a mad
passion.

On the third day of their relationship, he took her to meet his mother. This was the first time he had taken a girl to meet his mother, and
she was naturally overjoyed. But when the girl went to the restroom, the old woman quietly said to him, "Ah Jie,
she's a good girl, but you're involved in organized crime. To put it bluntly, you could be dead in the street anytime.
What will happen to her if you die?"

His heart sank. He had considered this before, but people tend to avoid reality. It wasn't
until his mother brought it up that he realized he had nowhere to hide. What he hadn't expected was that the girl also faced
opposition from her family.

"What? You're the daughter of one of Germany's ten richest men?"

By the time he found out, the girl's father had already sent heavily armed bodyguards to Hong Kong to bring her home.
Even with guns, those bodyguards wouldn't be a match for him if he wanted to intervene. But he hesitated.

"We're from two different worlds. Even if I keep her now, does that mean she'll have to live
a life of hardship and danger with me? She's a perfectly good young lady; why should she suffer like this for me ? Loving someone means thinking of them… I can't ruin her life…" 　　Because of this, he watched helplessly as his lover was taken back to Germany. At that moment, he finally understood the true meaning of heartbreak. He drank heavily for a few days before his vacation ended. He then pulled himself together and returned to his post. 　　"I used to be a cold-blooded killer, and now I'm just a cold-blooded bodyguard. Love is a luxury, Long Zhijie, you can't afford it!" 　　But he wasn't made of stone; how could he let go so easily? So the melancholy in Long Zhijie's cold eyes was truly visible even to passersby. 　　"Get down!" It was Sha Mantu's shout that brought him back to reality. He turned his head and saw...

A Harley-Davidson motorcycle sped up from behind and pulled up alongside the Rolls-Royce. The male rider, wearing a helmet
and dressed in all black, suddenly pulled out a pistol and started firing wildly at the Rolls-Royce.

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