Top Soldier Pursued by a Beauty

Soon, Zhao Dong swallowed. In the center of his palm, there was a distinct, unusual feeling…

Driven by a man's curiosity, he squeezed firmly a few times before he even had a chance to open his eyes.

"AH!!!"

Song Zixuan's scream rang out again. Zhao Dong hurriedly opened his eyes, only then realizing what a despicable thing his damned hand had just done.

Song Zixuan was, after all, a woman. Being subjected to this by Zhao Dong repeatedly pushed the frustration she felt to its absolute limit. Her nose began to sting, and tears threatened to fall.

Zhao Dong panicked and quickly moved to help Song Zixuan up.

But then things became even more awkward…

Who would have thought that he would also slip, switching positions with Song Zixuan and pressing her down beneath him. Their mouths were only an inch apart.

At that moment, both of them froze in embarrassment…

Song Zixuan was utterly dumbstruck. But after she snapped back to reality, the sense of being wronged surprisingly began to fade! A blush crept across her face, and her heartbeat began to race.

Song Zixuan was assertive, but even the most assertive woman is still a woman at heart. Zhao Dong's unintentional slip allowed her to feel what it was like to be truly overpowered. This sensation gave Song Zixuan an immense feeling of security.

As for Zhao Dong… once the intention of healing her slipped from his mind, he found himself on top of such a beautiful woman. Under these circumstances, a strange sensation stirred within him as well.

Time seemed to stand still. The two of them just stared silently at each other, neither taking the initiative to move away.

After a long while, just as Zhao Dong felt a fire igniting in his lower abdomen and sensed that things were about to get out of hand, he finally snapped back to his senses.

Zhao Dong quickly got up and handed Song Zixuan her clothes. He turned his head toward the outside of the cabin and said awkwardly, "Don't get me wrong. I was only trying to treat your injury, so I was forced to…"

Treat my injury?

Song Zixuan touched her waist. She found that the bullet wound had already formed a scab!

Could it be… that I misunderstood him? A wave of embarrassment washed over her at the thought.

But how could a woman, especially one in her situation, be expected to think rationally?

A flush appeared on Song Zixuan's cheeks, and the coldness in her eyes softened, replaced by a touch of shyness. Hurriedly getting dressed, she glared at Zhao Dong, her face red. "Do you have to take off clothes to treat an injury? I think you're just a pervert who was deliberately taking advantage of me!"

"That's unfair! If I really wanted to take advantage of you, wouldn't I have gone even further? This is nothing compared to that!"

"Oh, really?" Song Zixuan jumped up, pointing at Zhao Dong as she began to lash out. "So you did want to go further, didn't you? Let the truth slip out, huh?"

"You pervert! And to think I had forgiven you. You're nothing but a pervert!"

With that, Song Zixuan shot Zhao Dong a disdainful look and strode out of the cabin.

Seeing this, Zhao Dong let out a resigned, wry smile. He could sense that Song Zixuan wasn't truly angry but was just saying those things to save face. Otherwise, for a respectable, unmarried young lady like her to be seen in such a state by a man… if she didn't react at all, wouldn't that make her no different from Tang Xue?

Wait a minute! Why am I even thinking about Tang Xue?

Zhao Dong shook his head, casting aside those strange thoughts before walking out of the cabin.

「Outside the yacht.」

Several speedboats from the Bundling Dragon Department had been waiting for some time. Seeing Song Zixuan emerge, everyone finally breathed a sigh of relief.

His gaze drifted to Hong Wu's headless corpse lying on the deck, and he was lost in thought for a moment.

"What? Not happy about killing Hong Wu?" Song Zixuan asked.

Zhao Dong gave a wry smile and shook his head. "It's not that I'm not happy. It's just that our conflict involved so much, and for him to die so easily now… it just leaves me feeling a bit empty."

"Isn't it good to have no more rivals?" Song Zixuan pouted, then gestured for the people from the Bundling Dragon Department to come aboard and deal with the body.

A bitter look flashed in Zhao Dong's eyes.

No more rivals? I'm afraid they will only become stronger…

The yacht docked. Just as Zhao Dong was about to leave, Song Zixuan stopped him again.

Zhao Dong smiled. "What, can't bear to see me go?"

Song Zixuan's cheeks reddened. She glared at Zhao Dong and then said softly, "Zhao Dong, remember what I told you last time. Be careful of Sun Feichen and Li Fjun."

"Weren't they working for Hong Wu?" Zhao Dong asked, puzzled. "Now that Hong Wu is dead, will they still come after me?"

Song Zixuan shook her head. "Those two have always been unscrupulous, so it's hard to say what they'll do. As you get stronger, they'll feel more threatened. They're both very narrow-minded. Do you know what I mean?"

Zhao Dong nodded and glanced at Song Zixuan with a smile. "Alright, I'll watch out for them. And… you take care of yourself, too."

Song Zixuan's body trembled slightly. That casual remark unexpectedly sent a current of warmth through her heart. She gave Zhao Dong a deep look, flicked her long hair back, and whispered with blushing cheeks, "Zhao Dong…"

"Hmm?"

"Never mind… It's nothing! I hope you'll be okay."

An enchanting smile appeared on Song Zixuan's face. She patted Zhao Dong's shoulder, turned, and left, leaving a faint trail of her fragrance behind.

Zhao Dong stood there, a bit dazed, for a long while before he too departed.

Instead of going home, Zhao Dong decided to strike while the iron was hot, heading straight for the Red Rose Nightclub that very night. This was the headquarters of Hong Wu's territory. The news of his death had not yet spread, so other factions hadn't yet thought to encroach on his domain. Of course, Zhao Dong had to seize this opportunity to bring all of Hong Wu's territory under his control.

The moment Zhao Dong appeared, the hostesses in red cheongsams at the entrance paled and turned to run inside. But Zhao Dong's eyes turned cold, and the women froze instantly, not daring to move another inch.

Zhao Dong narrowed his eyes and walked coolly into the club. Without uttering a single word, he could feel countless eyes sizing him up the moment he stepped inside. A cold smirk touched his lips. He casually found a stool in the main hall, sat down, and lit a cigarette, smoking in silence.

Before long, the sound of frantic footsteps echoed. A crowd surged forward like a tidal wave, surrounding the entire hall with Zhao Dong at its center.

Despite being surrounded, Zhao Dong remained unfazed, leaning back with his legs crossed, casually smoking his cigarette.

Just then, a bald, middle-aged man with a menacing, fleshy face and a prominent scar on his head strode forward. The man's nickname was Brother Head, and he was one of Hong Wu's two great protectors—the Left Protector.

He squinted, his gaze sinister as he stared at Zhao Dong. "Zhao Dong! You've got some nerve coming here. Do you have a death wish?"