Chapter 58: Under Siege

“Dai Jin!” Shi Xiaocai ignored the bald man and hurried to Dai Jin’s side to check on him. Just at that moment, Yuanbao let out a miserable cry, clutching his stomach and squatting down just like Dai Jin.

“Dai Jin, Yuanbao, what’s wrong with you?” Seeing how distressed the two of them were, Shi Xiaocai grew anxious.

“Oh, my stomach hurts, it’s killing me!” Yuanbao groaned with great difficulty, looking utterly drained, while Dai Jin was in so much pain he couldn’t even speak.

“It must be that woman, something’s wrong with her—ow!” Shi Xiaocai had just guessed the reason when he felt a sharp pain twist through his gut, as if he were being cut with a knife. He too doubled over, clutching his belly, unable to muster his strength in the face of the other party’s scheme, no matter how powerful he was.

Seeing Shi Xiaocai fall victim as well, Dai Jin and Yuanbao were plunged into despair. They hadn’t expected their opponents to use such a dirty trick. Dai Jin, especially, felt crushed; he’d thought the girl was attracted to his charm, but it turned out it was all a setup from the start.

“Hahahaha! Now that you’re in my hands, you’ll never get up again! I’ll show you what happens when you cross me! Boys, go! Beat them up good!” The bald man, seeing the drugs take effect on Shi Xiaocai and the others, burst into wild laughter.

That’s right—the girl was arranged by the internet café owner at his behest. Through observation and contact, they’d learned quite a bit about their targets, including Dai Jin’s weakness for women. So they went after him. The girl had some skill, managing to get all three of them to drink the drugged beverage. With surveillance cameras in the private room, they watched everything clearly, and only after the drugs took effect did they make their move.

At the bald man’s order, over a dozen men sprang into action. This time, they didn’t use machetes—after all, this internet café was under their protection, and they wanted to avoid drawing too much attention. Most of the attackers fought barehanded, but a few wielded hefty iron rods.

At the command, the group surrounded Shi Xiaocai and his friends and unleashed a savage beating.

Fists, feet, and iron rods rained down on them. Dai Jin and Yuanbao were completely defenseless, while Shi Xiaocai tried to force himself up to fight, but the pain sapped all his strength. After a few feeble attempts, he was swarmed and beaten down, unable to rise again.

“Shi Xiaocai, Dai Jin—you never thought you’d end up in my hands, did you? Hah! Today I’ll show you the underworld is no playground!” the bald man crowed, striking them with relish.

They only stopped when Dai Jin, Shi Xiaocai, and Yuanbao were all barely conscious, battered to the brink of death. The three were consumed by regret, never having imagined their enemies would stoop to drugging them, but it was too late for second thoughts now.

Viper circled the three, then turned to the bald man. “Brother Monk, these guys are pretty badly hurt. Should we throw them out?”

“Hmph!” The bald man scrutinized the three, snorted coldly, and said, “This isn’t enough of a lesson. Give me the rod! I want them to remember this forever!”

A nearby thug hurriedly handed over an iron rod. The bald man took it and brought it down hard on each of their kneecaps, putting all his strength into every swing.

Crack! Crack! The sound of breaking bones.

“Ah!” Shi Xiaocai and the others moaned in agony before finally passing out from the pain, their knee joints shattered by the savage blows.

“That’s what you get for challenging me! Did you really think the underworld was child’s play? Today I’ll show you why the flowers are so red!” he cursed as he struck, only stopping when his men pulled him back.

“Boss, enough! Any more and they’ll really die!”

“Boss, let’s call that Ling Tian guy now. If these three don’t get to a hospital, they’ll die for sure,” several others urged. Though they were thugs, none of them had blood on their hands. They were still low-level street punks, not hardened killers. Those who were truly ruthless and unscrupulous often made a name for themselves, sometimes even becoming criminal kingpins.

Besides, in this society, unless you had real power and connections, killing someone would almost certainly land you in jail. None of them wanted Shi Xiaocai and his friends’ deaths on their conscience.

“Let them fend for themselves. Let’s go!” the bald man said after glancing at the unconscious trio. He ordered the café owner to throw them out, then left with his cronies. He knew well enough—these men’s legs were most likely ruined, but they probably wouldn’t die.

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On the very same day that Shi Xiaocai and his friends met with disaster, Ling Tian was having a streak of romantic luck.

Early in the morning, Ling Tian awoke in Li Youran’s bed. Gazing at the beauty beside him, he felt utterly content. Last night, he had made love to her three times, only stopping after Li Youran begged for mercy, exhausted. To have a fairy-like woman in his bed, sharing such intimacy, was the ultimate pleasure and a source of boundless pride for any man.

Her delicate cheeks were rosy, and in sleep, Li Youran’s ethereal air was replaced by a tempting allure. Her long lashes lay gently over closed eyes; her lips were soft and inviting, and her slender arms and graceful shoulders were exposed, their snowy skin flawless and enticing.

Ling Tian, unable to resist, began kissing her tender lips, savoring their familiar sweetness. His hands, growing mischievous, slipped beneath the covers to caress her smooth, full curves.

“Mmm, Xiaotian, stop it!” Li Youran mumbled, still half-asleep, a little annoyed at the disturbance. She was utterly worn out from last night—Ling Tian had made love to her three times, each time lasting over an hour with remarkable stamina.

“Baby, you’re just too tempting!” Ling Tian’s passion was already ignited; he had no intention of letting Li Youran off so easily.

As the saying goes: A morning tryst gets you fit and strong; a midday session makes love last long. A bedtime embrace brings wild delight; and a midnight round keeps illness from sight.

Ling Tian wanted Li Youran to exercise more—she was a bit frail, after all—and what better workout than a morning romp in bed?

His movements grew too vigorous for Li Youran to remain asleep. No matter how deep her slumber, he soon had her wide awake.

“Xiaotian, ah, I can’t take it anymore, please have mercy.” Barely ten minutes in, Li Youran was already pleading.

“Call me ‘husband’—and don’t you dare call me small.” No man likes to hear his woman say that word. With that, Ling Tian redoubled his efforts, determined to satisfy her.

“Husband, I really can’t take it, please come out, okay?” Li Youran became obedient, continuing her pleas. Roused so early by this man, she truly didn’t know if she was lucky or unlucky.

“We’re just getting started, baby, hold on a little longer.” Ling Tian had no intention of letting her go so soon. This exquisite beauty was simply irresistible; no matter how many times he had her, he was always left wanting more.

Li Youran’s figure wasn’t the voluptuous kind, but she was perfectly proportioned where it counted, and she had a classical grace that appealed to every traditional Chinese man. She looked slender but felt soft and curvy to the touch, her skin smooth as jade and astonishingly delicate. Ling Tian found her utterly captivating—no other woman, not even the glamorous Li Youqin, could give him such complete satisfaction, body and soul.

“Aren’t you tired? I heard too much of this isn’t good for men,” Li Youran worried about Ling Tian’s health—this was just too much.

“Your husband possesses the Nine Yang body, and I’m the world’s greatest healer. Just relax and enjoy, my love. You’re so beautiful!” With that, Ling Tian lifted her legs onto his shoulders, plunging even deeper.

“You’re terrible! Ah!” Though they’d been intimate many times, Li Youran still blushed and turned her head away, too shy to meet Ling Tian’s eyes. This position was simply too embarrassing.

An hour later, Li Youran was utterly spent, Ling Tian’s relentless passion leaving her wondering if he was on some kind of stimulant.

“Husband, I really can’t take it anymore, please finish up, I have class this morning and can’t be late.” Left with no choice, Li Youran invoked her studies for relief, fearing Ling Tian would keep her in bed all day otherwise.

“All right, I’ll spare you this time!” Ling Tian quickened his pace, let out a triumphant yell, and spent himself deep within her. He was utterly in love with this woman—she brought him unparalleled pleasure.

Afterwards, Li Youran nestled obediently in Ling Tian’s arms. At moments like this, it always felt like a dream—she had truly fallen in love with a man four years younger, and loved him so completely, happily playing the role of his little woman.

Ling Tian, too, held his beloved close in satisfaction. No matter how many women he might have in the future, Li Youran would always be his favorite. He was her first man, and she his first woman—their bond was precious.

He’d fallen for Li Youran at first sight, and she had always treated him well. Whether she saw him as a little brother at the start, or later when he claimed her body and heart, she never once made things difficult for him, unlike Lin Youya.

From the very beginning, they had been special to each other; love had quietly taken root, growing ever deeper.

Both savored the tranquility, lying in silence.

“The world’s most handsome man, answer your phone! The world’s most handsome man, answer your phone!”

An absurd ringtone broke the peace—it was Ling Tian’s phone. The guy was so narcissistic, no one knew where he’d found such a ringtone.

He glanced at the screen: it was Lin Youya calling. He felt a swell of pride—holding one beauty in his arms, another beauty calling on the phone. Today was truly a lucky day! He quickly answered.

“Ling Tian, where are you? Some bodyguard you are! Get back here right now—the police called, they’ve made progress on the case.” Lin Youya’s voice blared from the phone. Li Youran, lying close by, heard every word but said nothing, simply listening quietly.