Chapter 135: The Beauty’s Fiery Words, an Alluring Spell

Surveying his body covered in dense, crisscrossing wounds, Lin Yang tightened his grip on the dagger. He walked over to the young soldier who had been knocked unconscious and delivered a ruthless, unhesitating kick directly to the man’s groin.

A shriek—a hysterical, blood-curdling scream—erupted as the agony of crushed testicles jolted the soldier back to consciousness. He scrambled upward, clutching his groin with both hands, his eyes streaming with tears of pain as he glared at Lin Yang. The look he leveled at the young man standing over him with a blade to his throat was one of pure, murderous hatred; he would have gutted Lin Yang on the spot if he could.

Faced with death, the young soldier, who had moments ago held his head high with the arrogance of a lion, was forced to abandon his pride. He dared not act up, lest he lose his chance to keep breathing—even if his current state of agitation was hardly dignified.

"I ask, you answer. One wasted word, and you know the consequences." Lin Yang stared coldly at the wincing, snarling soldier, pressing the edge of his blade a fraction closer to the man’s throat. The implication was clear.

It was intimidation, pure and simple. If the soldier wasn't satisfied, he could choose to be stubborn and meet the King of Hell instead of answering.

Clearly, the young soldier was not the type to die for his pride. He nodded like a mallet, his bravado shattered by Lin Yang’s dominance. He dared not strike a pose or play the tough guy, especially with the two corpses lying nearby as grim reminders of his fate.

"You... you ask. I know everything, and I will tell you everything, as long as... as long as you spare my life." The soldier stammered in a panic, his body trembling with the profound, soul-deep fear of death.

"Did the Fang family send you? And what is their purpose in capturing those experts?" Lin Yang skipped the pleasantries, cutting straight to the core of the matter as he always did.

Looking at the devil-like young man before him, the soldier wished he could shove a rocket launcher down his throat, but lacking such a weapon, he could only harbor the thought in silence.

Survival required submission. The soldier suppressed his resentment and yielded. "The Fang family sent us to ambush this place. It’s the perfect spot for an attack. Besides, Secretary Zhu, the Fang family’s arch-rival, has already left. Out here in the wilderness, no one would notice even if we took action..."

The soldier’s words poured out like a torrential river. However, after answering the first question, he drifted into irrelevant drivel. Lin Yang’s expression darkened with every word. He pressed the blade tighter against the man’s neck, suppressing the urge to end his life right there. "One more word of nonsense, and this blade won't be so careful," he growled.

The soldier wasn't a fool; he finally realized his precarious situation. Back in the unit, he was known as a chatterbox—his comrades even called him "Mr. Nonsense." Once he started talking, his habit took over, and if Lin Yang hadn't cut him off, he couldn't guarantee his mouth would have stopped for an entire day.

Staring into Lin Yang’s murderous eyes, the soldier apologized profusely and scrambled to answer the second question. "The Fang family captured those experts because of the 'Beautiful as Nature' capsule that's been so popular lately."

"'Beautiful as Nature' capsule? Explain," Lin Yang commanded coldly, his eyes narrowing.

Under such duress, the soldier dared not disobey. He spilled everything: how the Fang family had secretly coerced and bribed the twenty distributors working with the Bai family, and the dark methods they used to buy up shares from those distributors at high prices.

As he listened, even Lin Yang, who had little affection for the Fang family, was stunned. His eyes widened in disbelief as the soldier finished his account.

The Fang family was willing to push themselves to the brink just to take down the Bai family—it was nothing short of madness. They weren't the first, nor the only ones, to covet the infinite profits of the "Beautiful as Nature" line. However, the Bai family’s influence in Jinhai was not to be underestimated, and few dared to move against them. The Fang family, having been in a year-long struggle with them, was one of the few exceptions.

Upon learning the true motive behind the abduction of the five biological experts, Lin Yang felt as if he had been struck by a bolt of lightning. The "Beautiful as Nature" project was his first step into the business world. If it went wrong, his success hinged on it. He absolutely could not let the Fang family profit from it, especially since they were the ones seizing the initiative.

Having obtained the information he needed—this time without the soldier wasting time on useless chatter—Lin Yang, who never showed mercy to his enemies, did not let him go. Beneath the soldier’s look of disbelief, the sharp blade flashed across his throat.

Blood sprayed like a high-pressure hose. As his body arched backward, the soldier slowly collapsed into a pool of his own blood.

Lin Yang glanced at the three cold corpses on the ground and let out a cold, muffled snort. He turned toward Bai Jing, who was still in a state of shock. He wiped the blood from his hands onto the clothes of one of the dead men before waving at her.

"Ah! No!" Startled by the sudden movement of a hand, Bai Jing, still caught in the trauma of the recent crisis, shrieked in terror and reached out to push away his hand.

Lin Yang sighed, wordless and embarrassed, miming the wiping of sweat from his forehead—though there was none to be found.

"Xiao Yang! I'm so sorry, you startled me. Oh! Why are you covered in so many wounds? Let me bandage you." Bai Jing’s emotions shifted rapidly. She went from being startled to fussing over his blood-soaked wounds with frantic concern.

It is said that women are naturally dexterous, and that was certainly true of Bai Jing. She tore strips of fabric from her own clothes and carefully dressed Lin Yang’s bleeding wounds.

As Bai Jing busied herself, Lin Yang found the moment unexpectedly pleasant.

Beautiful. That was the only word his heart could muster. Her soft skin, like warm, supple jade, left him with an impulsive desire to touch. As she moved and leaned in, her figure swayed rhythmically; Lin Yang felt his throat going dry. This was surely enough to make a man lose his mind!

He felt like crying—the situation was lethal. To bandage his wounds, Bai Jing had to stay within an intimate range. As she focused entirely on her task, her head remained bowed, leaving her décolletage exposed to Lin Yang’s view.

Bai Jing’s figure was no less impressive than a professional model’s. Furthermore, because Lin Yang had pushed her out of the car earlier, the friction against the dirt and weeds had torn several buttons from her blouse, exposing half of her chest. She had been holding her clothes together to keep them covered, but in her concern for Lin Yang’s safety, she had let go, leaving the view wide open for Lin Yang, who stood as stiff as a wooden puppet.

*Gulp.* After savoring the sight for a long moment, Lin Yang could no longer control his primal urges. He swallowed hard, the sound of his throat clicking audibly in the quiet air.

"Uh, Xiao Yang, what's wrong?" Busy bandaging his right arm, Bai Jing asked, puzzled by the sound of heavy desire drifting toward her. She looked up and caught his lascivious gaze fixed on her chest, instantly flushing with shame and embarrassment.

"Nothing, nothing, I'm fine." Caught in such an unseemly moment, Lin Yang’s face turned as red as a baboon’s rear end. If there were a block of ice nearby, the heat radiating from his cheeks might have melted it.

If anyone was truly embarrassed, it was Bai Jing. Worried about his wounds worsening, and due to the state of her clothing, she had been tearing strips from her own work shirt. With her eyes fixed on his injuries, she had truly forgotten her own state.

When she looked down and realized that, apart from her lace bra, most of her bust was exposed to the air—hidden only by the dim moonlight—she could have died of shame.

Good eyesight is indeed a secret weapon for some; as a practitioner of internal martial arts, Lin Yang was clearly one of those fortunate souls.

Fearing that Bai Jing would be furious, Lin Yang quickly changed the subject, using the secrets the soldier had revealed as the perfect excuse. He recounted the entire sequence of events and the Fang family’s conspiracy to her.

Even a lady, under certain circumstances, will not hesitate to curse. An enraged Bai Jing roared, "Damn those bastards! They’ve become so lawless, it’s unbelievable."

It was the first time Lin Yang had heard Bai Jing swear. He stared at her, wide-eyed and incredulous, wondering if his mind had played a trick on his ears.

Seeing his stunned expression, Bai Jing’s anger softened into a look of amusement.

The smile faded, and her expression darkened again. She looked at Lin Yang and asked in a low voice, "What about them?" She gestured toward the three corpses cooling on the ground.

"Them?" Lin Yang sneered. "They got what they deserved. The police will find them eventually. Until then, let them return to nature."

With his wounds bandaged, the two helped each other toward the road. They had both seemingly moved past the earlier awkwardness, though Lin Yang didn't waste the rare opportunity to steal a few more glances at the exposed scenery to satisfy his eyes.

Because of the darkness, Bai Jing didn't notice Lin Yang’s lecherous side; she simply focused on her duty of helping the boy toward the road.

It was late, and they were in the middle of nowhere. Though the situation of a man and a woman alone in the wilderness usually invited unhealthy thoughts, they were both too eager to get back to behave in any inappropriate way.

"Sister Jing, are we just going to wait here? It’s been half an hour already. It would be a miracle if a car even passed by this place," Lin Yang sighed, spreading his hands helplessly as he looked down the pitch-black, empty road.