Top Soldier Pursued by a Beauty

"Not for sale," Zhao Dong said firmly, starting to pull Su Yurou away.

"Kid! It seems you prefer the hard way." Mo Qian stepped forward again to block their path, her beautiful eyes glinting with murderous intent.

"Want to fight?" A flicker of disdain crossed Zhao Dong's eyes.

"You're asking for it!" Mo Qian shouted, whipping a kick straight at Zhao Dong's face.

Her movements were clean and precise, erupting with the terrifying power of a first-level Great Grandmaster! For a woman in her twenties, this level of cultivation was indeed formidable. It was no wonder she acted with such arrogance.

But in Zhao Dong's eyes, a first-level Great Grandmaster was pathetically weak.

He simply raised a hand and effortlessly caught Mo Qian's ankle. Her black leather boot stopped dead in its tracks, and Mo Qian instantly panicked.

"Let go of me! Let me go!"

"I can let you go, but you have to promise not to attack again," Zhao Dong said, not wanting to bicker with her.

But Mo Qian's eyes blazed with fury. "A grown man like you is bullying a supposedly weak woman, yet you have the nerve to make demands? I was just careless! If you have any guts, let's have a proper fight!"

Mo Qian tried to plant her other foot on the ground to regain her balance, but she couldn't generate any force at all.

Zhao Dong laughed. "You have the audacity to call yourself a weak woman? Today, I'm going to teach you a lesson!"

With that, Zhao Dong pulled off Mo Qian's boot and sock, then pressed his left hand firmly onto the sole of her foot.

"Hahaha... you... hahaha... you bastard!" Mo Qian shrieked, tears of mirth and humiliation streaming down her face. "You hooligan! You're a complete hooligan! Hahaha... quick, let this young miss go... hahaha... or I'll kill you! I'LL KILL YOU!"

"Keep screaming," Zhao Dong said flatly, applying more pressure.

Mo Qian laughed until she was completely spent, her body going limp as she was about to collapse.

Finally, she cried out, "I was wrong... hahaha... let me go! I won't try to take your medicinal herbs, hahaha... please, just let me go..."

Seeing that Mo Qian had finally yielded, Zhao Dong released her. Losing her support, Mo Qian tumbled to the ground. Her aggrieved expression was a comical sight.

Su Yurou was already roaring with laughter. Seeing Mo Qian's pathetic state, she couldn't resist openly mocking her. "Hahahaha... Miss Mo, I see you have days like this too, huh?"

A sizable crowd had gathered, and Mo Qian's face flushed crimson with shame. She hastily put her sock and boot back on, then glared at Zhao Dong. "Kid! You've got guts! I, Mo Qian, will remember this. You just wait, I'll be back for you!"

With a final, venomous glare at Zhao Dong and Su Yurou, Mo Qian stormed off in disgrace.

"Hmph! What a shrew!" Su Yurou snorted triumphantly, then turned to Zhao Dong with admiration. "Mr. Zhao, you were incredible! I've wanted to put that Mo Qian in her place for ages, but I was never her match. You really avenged me today!"

Zhao Dong just shook his head helplessly without a word. It hadn't been his intention to deal with Mo Qian; she was the one who had started the trouble.

As the farce concluded, Zhao Dong prepared to leave.

But just then, an old man leading five younger men surrounded them, their murderous intent thick in the air.

The leader spoke ominously, "Miss Su, did you really think you could offend the Blood Sect and just walk away?" He was the same old man from the Blood Sect at the auction.

Su Yurou retorted defiantly, "Old man, I won the item fair and square. Are you planning to rob me? Do you think the Su Family is a pushover?"

"Heh, the Blood Sect may not be as wealthy as the Su Family, but when it comes to numbers and power, we are not to be trifled with! Hand over the Strength Bone Pill, and I can overlook this. Otherwise... heh!" The old man's killing intent was palpable, and he made no effort to conceal it.

Su Yurou scoffed, "Hmph! With so many people watching, I don't believe you'd actually dare to make a move!"

"You don't believe me? You're courting death!" the old man roared as the power of a fourth-level Great Grandmaster erupted from him. With a flick of his right hand, a sharp blade shot through the air.

"A hidden weapon!" Zhao Dong cried out, lunging toward Su Yurou.

Although Zhao Dong managed to shove her aside, the blade still grazed her neck as it flew past. Bright red blood instantly welled from the cut.

"You're asking to die!" Zhao Dong was livid. How dare these bastards attempt murder in the middle of the street?

"Kid, I'd advise you to stay out of this!" the old man warned, a flicker of apprehension in his eyes after witnessing Zhao Dong's incredible speed.

"Well, today I'm making it my business!" Zhao Dong snorted, his tiger-like gaze fixed on the old man.

The onlookers gasped in shock. "Damn! Does this kid have a death wish? He's actually confronting the Blood Sect?" one person muttered. "That old man is a Great Grandmaster at the very least! The kid is just committing suicide," another added. "Tsk, tsk, now this is a good show."

Most of the crowd buzzed with discussion, and none of them thought Zhao Dong stood a chance. The old man, however, couldn't see through Zhao Dong and felt a flicker of unease.

But the arrow was already nocked; there was no turning back.

"Kid, since you're courting death, don't blame me for what happens next!" With that, the old man signaled for the young men behind him to attack in unison.

A terrifying aura instantly exploded from the group. Aside from the old man, who was a fourth-level Great Grandmaster, all the younger men were Masters.

"Holy cow! One Great Grandmaster and five Masters? This kid is as good as dead!" someone exclaimed. "That kind of force could wipe out a second or third-rate family. This is like using a sledgehammer to crack a nut!"

As the attackers closed in on Zhao Dong, the more fainthearted spectators squeezed their eyes shut, already picturing him being decapitated.

But the next moment...

THUD. THUD. THUD.

A series of muffled impacts echoed through the street, punctuated by agonized screams. The crowd quickly opened their eyes. The scene before them made their jaws drop.

Zhao Dong was still standing in the same spot, but the five Masters were now writhing on the ground, crying out in pain. Zhao Dong had the old man's head pinned to the ground under his foot. The old man spat mouthfuls of blood, his eyes wide with utter disbelief and terror.

"Old man, you deserve to die," Zhao Dong said coldly, having no intention of sparing someone who would commit murder in broad daylight.

He prepared to crush the man's skull with his right foot.

But just at that moment, his gaze fell upon a blood-colored token hanging at the old man's waist.

A jolt shot through Zhao Dong's heart.

It was the same blood-colored token! He had seen the exact same token on the old man who took Xu Yafei!

He snatched the old man up by the collar. His bloodshot eyes looked demonic as he roared, "Talk! Did your sect recently capture a woman?"

With his life in Zhao Dong's hands, how could he dare lie? This question was his only lifeline. The old man nodded frantically. "Yes, yes, there was a woman..."

BOOM.

A tremor ran through Zhao Dong.

It adds up. Everything adds up.

"What did she look like?" Zhao Dong demanded, needing one last confirmation.

The old man answered immediately, "She's young and very beautiful... and she seems to be from the East Sea..."