Helping the Girl Wipe Her Legs

"Alright, since you refuse to admit you are the boss, and since you appreciate the Dark Squad so much, then, Ling Tian, let's just be friends. I invite you to join the Dark Squad." Seeing Ling Tian stubbornly refusing to budge, Feng had no choice but to compromise for the time being.

"We can be friends, but joining the Dark Squad is out of the question. I like being free and unrestrained." Seeing the look on Feng's face, Ling Tian knew the other man didn't believe him. But believe it or not, he genuinely didn't want to go back. The Dark Squad was doing quite well under Feng's leadership anyway. And the fact that they were still friends was enough.

"Fine. Take this. It allows you to mobilize the members of the Dark Squad at any time. If you ever run into danger, someone will come to help you." With that, Feng took out a ring. It was a special ring and also the communication tool of the Dark Squad. The one he was giving to Ling Tian was different from the standard ones; it had the highest clearance level, and he had prepared it for Ling Tian even before he came here.

Of course Ling Tian knew what this ring was, and he knew its clearance level—it was the exact one he used to wear.

He smiled and said, "Since I don't want to join the Dark Squad, I naturally won't take this ring. You should put it away." Ling Tian's expression was firm. If he accepted this ring, he would probably find himself tangled up in even more trouble later on. Not only could this ring be used to call for help, but it could also receive distress signals from others. Ling Tian wasn't sure if he would still be in the mood to flirt with women when a distress call from a Dark Squad member came in.

To avoid such trouble, he was better off without the ring. Out of sight, out of mind.

Seeing Ling Tian turn him down so thoroughly, Feng felt a bitter knot in his chest. Could the man in front of him really be so indifferent to their past bond? He wouldn't even take such an important means of contact—did he want to make a clean break with them that badly?

Though deeply depressed, Feng still firmly believed that this person was the one he had been searching for. Left with no other choice, he could only offer a warning: "Ling Tian, whether you admit it or not, since I've decided you are the old Ling Tian, others will share my view, and some will want to eliminate you. You should take this ring." As he spoke, he handed the ring to Ling Tian once more.

"Thanks for the warning. If anyone comes looking for trouble, I'll handle it myself. I really don't need this ring." Ling Tian refused again. He truly didn't need it, nor did he wish to plunge back into that old lifestyle.

Looking at Ling Tian's firm and confident gaze, Feng had no choice but to respect his choice. Their former boss had always been like this; once he set his mind on something, nothing could change it, not even persuasion from someone like him.

"Take care then! I'll take my leave!" Concealing his wounded heart, Feng bade farewell and departed. However, he secretly dispatched people to protect Ling Tian, unwilling to lose him a second time.

That night, Ling Tian slept holding his two little maids. To Xiaofang and Xiaofei's surprise, Ling Tian didn't make love to them, nor did he practice any of those cultivation techniques. Instead, he simply held them in his arms with a preoccupied mind and did nothing at all.

Ling Tian suffered from insomnia. His mind was filled with Feng's sorrowful gaze. Was he really in the wrong for doing this? Were these brothers who had shared life and death with him being abandoned by him now?

If they were captured by the Japanese like Dongfang Ye, and truly needed him to risk his life, he would step forward without the slightest hesitation. But right now, weren't they doing just fine? They were still taking missions and executing them, living life on the edge of a blade just as before. What was the point of living like that anyway? The Ministry of State Security and the Dragon Squad were already enough for the country. The Dark Squad was probably just a tool for grasping power, wasn't it?

Ling Tian couldn't be bothered to care about all of that for the moment. He drifted off into a hazy sleep, preparing to set off for Japan the next day.

Aside from Song Ziyue, absolutely no one else knew that Ling Tian was heading to Japan. He hadn't told a single other person, because this trip to Japan was simply too dangerous. After all, the Yamaguchi-gurentai was a colossal behemoth.

……

Blue sky, white clouds. Ling Tian's seat was right next to the airplane window, and he looked out at the scenery in a leisurely manner.

Sitting right next to Ling Tian was a cold yet stunning beauty. She was wearing a low-cut outfit, with voluminous red curly hair that made her indescribably enchanting. Many men envied Ling Tian's good fortune, yet they were utterly speechless at his behavior.

A beauty was right beside him, yet this guy was staring out the window? Were the clouds outside really more beautiful than the scenery on the beauty's chest?

The alluring cleavage visible at the neckline of the beauty's dress looked even fairer, and the flight would only last a little over two hours. Wasn't it a terrible waste not to have a romantic encounter?

As for the beauty, though she appeared cold and aloof, she seemed quite interested in Ling Tian, glancing at him from time to time. Yet, upon meeting his indifferent expression, she would quickly look away.

At that moment, a flight attendant came by to serve refreshments, and Ling Tian casually asked for a cola, looking somewhat absent-minded. In truth, Ling Tian was indeed absent-minded; he just wanted to reach Japan as quickly as possible and rescue Dongfang Ye.

"Ouch!" Suddenly, the cold beauty let out a startled cry as the cola from the cup in Ling Tian's hand spilled onto her lap. The beauty was wearing a short skirt, leaving a large portion of her fair thighs exposed. The cola stained her skirt and soaked her thigh as well.

A few other passengers in first class looked over with strange smiles on their faces, thinking to themselves that this young fellow had been putting on such a serious act earlier, refusing even to look at the beauty, only to end up spilling cola all over her lap. Well, that was certainly something.

Actually, Ling Tian could hardly be blamed. Just as he took the drink from the flight attendant and hadn't yet pulled his hand back, the young woman suddenly raised her hand to grab a beverage she wanted, inadvertently bumping into Ling Tian's arm. As a result, the drink in Ling Tian's hand spilled onto her thigh.

"How can you be so clumsy!" The beauty glared at Ling Tian and said coldly.

"I'm sorry." Ling Tian glanced at the girl and offered a perfunctory apology. Although he felt he hadn't done anything wrong—it wasn't intentional, and she had bumped into his arm herself; he even suspected the girl might have done it on purpose.

Ling Tian had boarded the plane first and found his seat; this girl had arrived afterward. The moment this girl approached, Ling Tian's jade pendant had flashed twice, triggering his vigilance.

Normally, Ling Tian's jade pendant would flash when encountering people harboring hostility toward him or when facing danger, and it would also flash when encountering great beauties. Yet when this girl sat down right beside him, the pendant had actually flashed twice. Could this beauty have hostility toward him? But they didn't even know each other!

Ling Tian secretly sized up the girl and decided to keep his distance. His jade pendant had been quite accurate in its warnings lately, especially regarding dangerous individuals, and he chose to trust it.

He just hadn't expected this girl to be so troublesome. He hadn't wanted to provoke her, yet she had deliberately bumped into him while he was distracted with his drink, causing it to spill all over herself.

"Sorry? Is that it? My leg is soaked with the drink, and my skirt is ruined. This skirt is the latest design from Dior, and it's a limited edition." The beauty looked at Ling Tian angrily, showing zero appreciation for his perfunctory apology.

"Beauty, what do you want then?" Ling Tian looked at the girl with a half-smile, wanting to see what on earth she was up to. Since her looks were passable, he might as well play along with her games.

"Help me wipe the drink off my leg, and then buy me a new skirt." The beauty's demand seemed completely normal, but the few guys nearby were drooling as they heard this. What? Help a beauty wipe her leg? Why didn't such a great gig fall to them? Envy, jealousy, and hatred filled their hearts!

Hearing this demand, Ling Tian laughed as well. He looked at the beauty and said, "Alright, I'll help you wipe your leg, but you aren't allowed to accuse me of sexual harassment. As for buying you a skirt? I'll hand you a card with enough money on it to buy ten skirts."

"Humph! I only asked you to compensate me for the skirt; I don't want your card. Now help me wipe the drink off my leg, and come with me to buy a new one after we get off the plane." The beauty didn't seem greedy for money at all. Then again, how could a girl who could afford such exquisite clothes care about that little bit of cash?

"Fine." Ling Tian smiled indifferently, though inwardly he reaffirmed his conviction that this girl definitely had a hidden agenda, or at least she was intentionally tangling herself up with him.

An ordinary girl wouldn't easily let a man touch her leg, yet she practically insisted that Ling Tian help her wipe it. What was the meaning of this? Ling Tian honestly couldn't figure it out.

Besides, it was just a skirt—paying for it would suffice, yet she specifically insisted that Ling Tian accompany her to buy one after landing. It felt like she had an ulterior motive. Though Ling Tian couldn't guess it for the moment, he was ready to play along. A honey trap? He'd consume the beauty first and turn the tables on her. As for walking right into a trap? How could someone as prepared as him actually fall for it?

Ling Tian picked up a delicate towel and began wiping the girl's leg, driving the onlookers nearby green with envy as they watched the beauty's leg under Ling Tian's hands.

That leg really was gorgeous—fair and flawless. Although she wasn't wearing stockings, could the glossy sheen of stockings ever compare to this jade-like luster?

At that moment, Ling Tian wished he could toss the towel aside and use his bare hands to wipe her instead. And so, he actually did just that—