CHAPTER 1840: CHAPTER 812: BANKRUPT CITY

The rain stopped, and the convoy hit the road again.

Lin Baici rode the Harley, enjoying the thrill of speeding down the road.

San Miyairi finally got her wish.

She sat behind Lin Baici, eagerly playing with the M1887 shotgun.

Bang! Bang!

San Miyairi occasionally fired a shot, hitting the roadside billboards and groundhogs that popped their heads up.

"Shooting is exhilarating!"

San Miyairi envied.

In God’s ruins, using firearms risks backfire, so nobody uses them. How superior would one feel holding a shotgun?

Probably more thrilling than winning seven hands of poker in one night?

Of course, such firearms are only good for ambushes or facing monsters and low-level God Hunters. Thinking it could kill a Dragon Level is just naive.

"Fun, isn’t it?"

Lin Baici teased.

"Fun!"

San Miyairi nodded, then put the M1887 back in the holster and hugged Lin Baici.

Lin Baici immediately felt two mounds pressing against his back.

Very soft,

with a certain rounded feel!

"But compared to this shotgun, I’m more interested in handling another one!"

San Miyairi said as her hands slid down!

Lin Baici was caught off guard, startled, causing the Harley to sway, but luckily his arm strength was enough, his reflexes quick, and they didn’t crash.

"What are you doing?"

Lin Baici spat out a kind of plant.

"I found that you Jiuzhou Men are all hypocrites!"

San Miyairi pouted, although her hands stopped wandering, she still hugged Lin Baici.

"Who’s a hypocrite?"

Lin Baici rolled his eyes.

"Am I considered a beauty?"

San Miyairi questioned.

"..."

Lin Baici was silent, for if he said no, he’d be lying.

San Miyairi was the kind of beauty that transcends ethnic boundaries, even a face-blind foreign man would fall in love at first sight.

"See, you don’t dare answer!"

San Miyairi scorned.

"You’re so vain, do you like others complimenting your beauty?"

Lin Baici retorted.

"Tch, those ordinary amateur men, I’d disdain them even if they knelt down to lick my shoe soles. Compliments? Unnecessary!"

San Miyairi hugged Lin Baici tighter: "But it’s different with you, if you say I’m beautiful, I’d be happy for a month!"

"Sorry, but it’s not happening!"

Lin Baici declined.

"What if I offer myself to you, without needing responsibility, would you sleep with me?"

San Miyairi asked a tricky question.

Lin Baici hesitated.

No choice, if he says no, it would indeed seem hypocritical.

With San Miyairi’s looks and figure, even a newly buried grandfather would struggle to crawl out to get a taste.

"You still claim you’re not a hypocrite?"

San Miyairi chuckled: "Thinking one thing, but not daring to say it!"

"It’s a moral constraint!"

Lin Baici argued: "Better than certain perverts in your country, right?"

"Even if you become a saint, what does it have to do with me? The emotional value you bring isn’t even worth that of the working man downstairs who waits for a chance encounter with me every day!"

San Miyairi scoffed: "If I purposely drop my lingerie from the balcony to his place, he could wear it on his head every day going home, happy for a whole month!"

"..."

Lin Baici was stunned, what kind of game is that!

"You’re a Nine Provinces Dragon Wing already, why not get conceited? Why not follow your heart? Why care about morals?"

San Miyairi didn’t get it: "If you get power and live the same as before, isn’t that power wasted?"

Lin Baici frowned.

"Not saying to break the law, just don’t be too concerned with secular conventions, live comfortably!"

San Miyairi complained: "What’s wrong with having a few more women? Those important figures have enough mistresses to fill half a small neighborhood, you have fewer than five women, who are you keeping yourself clean for?"

"You speak so reasonably, I can’t even think of a rebuttal!"

Lin Baici read enough news, important figures having mistresses is commonplace.

"If I were a Dragon Wing, I’d blissfully start enjoying life, or else if one day I die in God’s ruins, what a loss, right?"

San Miyairi seemed righteous, advocating for Lin Baici, but actually sought to enter his heart this way.

The girls around Lin Baici had looks and figures not bad, San Miyairi can’t say she had no advantage, but it was slight, as for skills...

Although small movies and the business were long industrialized domestically, San Miyairi hadn’t practiced, and she thought she surely couldn’t compare to that Goryeo girl.

That was a lady from a conglomerate family, must have seen countless tricks.

So she could only approach from the philosophical aspect.

The girls around Lin Baici appeared well-behaved good girls from the surface, so San Miyairi acted as the one stepping across lines.

Corrupting Lin Baici.

To climb to the top, one must have advantages.

"I always feel you’re scheming against me!"

Lin Baici was very wary.

She’s a beauty on par with Gu Qingqiu in intelligence, if she uses a beauty trap, who wouldn’t get confused?

"Don’t people from Jiuzhou care a lot about having descendants?"

San Miyairi used her trump card: "Then I’ll first give you a son, and you accompany me to Dragon Palace Island, so you won’t worry about me harming you, right?"

"After all, I can’t let my son lose his father!"

"Why do you plan to go to the island? What is worth such a price to you?"

Lin Baici was very curious.

"I’ll tell you when you get to the island!"