CHAPTER 121: A SUPRISE ATTACK

Zhao Yiming leaned in slightly, lifted his brow. "Oh yeah? What did you think I was?"

She smirked, licking the spicy oil from her lower lip. "Have you seen a tiger? Or any other animal that moved with instinct? Something like that."

He stared at her in disbelief, "You know that I always come with a plan right?"

"Well yeah, but you kiss me the first time we met and you still in relationship too. I bet your dick is already swinging around five different women..." Han Queying chuckled.

"Damn... You are not wrong about that." he shrugged, couldn’t believe it was what she thought about him.

"Hey, it’s not that bad. You keep helping people, buying all of their problems without thinking about your financial situation... Ig you even if you have that." she grinned, "You are a good person Zhao Yiming."

"But it’s just that, you are kinda different today... How do I say it, you look in a hurry but at the same time you think two steps ahead... You aren’t moving like an animal in instinct anymore."

"Huh... I see. Well, I guess problems change people." he sipped his hot tea, thinking of how much he would change in the future.

He was once only a pathetic, old, and poor security complex that was abandoned by his wife and daughter. But now, he has money, power, and women.

Thinking about that, many people would turn into greedy bastards. He hoped he wasn’t one of them.

Before he could get too deep into his own self-loathing epiphany, Han Queying leaned forward, elbows on the table, chin resting on her hand.

"But you know what?" she said, eyes gleaming under the neon. "You’re hot this way too."

Zhao Yiming choked on air.

Han Queying laughed, sultry and unbothered. "What? Did I break your brain a little?"

"Just a bit," he muttered, rubbing the back of his neck, trying to hide the stupid grin forming.

[DING!]

[You triggered a new quest!]

[Too Hot to Handle (Spicy Edition): Han Queying flirting hard with you, what would you do next?]

• Easy and boring mode: Thank her, pretend to ignore the flirting, and change the topic.

• Medium mode: Ask if she flirts like this with every guy she eats noodles with, with a wink, and flirt back.

• Hard mode: Lean in, look her dead in the eye, and say: "So... we booking a hotel room or what?"

[God of Richness & Love gives you a message!]

["LET’S GOOO!!! YOU KNOW WHICH TO CHOOSE! I NEED MORE NSFW!!! YOU ARE A SINNER TO MAKE A GOD BORED LIKE THIS!"]

Zhao Yiming furrowed his brows, his hands clenched as he cursed inwardly, ’That damned perverted deity! You move too fast, damn it!’

But then again... good rewards waiting for him and he needs A LOT of money to buy every land and assets to disturb the Golden Earth business. So he needs to do this.

Then leaned in slowly, his voice low and teasing. "You seemed so eager to flirt with me all the time Officer Han... Do you want me to book a hotel room or what?"

Han Queying’s brows lifted, a spark dancing in her eyes.

"Oh?" she said, lips parting. "Didn’t know you had it in you."

He tilted his head and started to get nervous that she would reject him. "Too much?"

She bit her lip again—this time definitely on purpose—and smirked. "Not enough."

She stood up, tossing her empty soy milk carton into the bin. "Let’s go then. Let’s have some fun in a lovely hotel room."

He stared. "Wait, you’re serious? I don’t even think we have that kind of spark between us?"

She looked over her shoulder. "You’re the one who brought it up. Also, it’s sex! What is the need for spark?"

He hurriedly grabbed his coat, heart skipping and mind screaming. Though he was speechless at her answer, the quest was still a quest...

’Holy shit. It’s working! That easy?! But she was indeed interested in me in our very first meeting...’

As they walked down the dark alley toward the parking lot, Han Queying slipped her arm around his.

"Just so you know, I like hot things."

Zhao Yiming swallowed hard. "Yeah?" he croaked.

She nodded, whispering into his ear, "Let’s see if you can handle me."

Zhao Yiming chuckled, "Oh you don’t have to worry about it, I can handle everything."

***

Zhao Yiming gripped the steering wheel, eyes on the road, but Han Queying was relentless. Her hand casually brushed against his thigh as she leaned in to adjust the air.

"You know," she purred, "if this were a movie, this would be the part where we’d pull over and fog up the windows."

Zhao Yiming’s jaw twitched. "Woman... do you ever slow down? We are still inside the car, in the middle of the road, What if we hit something?"

"Only when I’m on top, also if it’s you that hit something not me." she grinned.

"Fuckin’ hell," he muttered under his breath, ears burning.

He knew Han Queying was a flirty type, but not this much. She was even more dangerous than Madam Ruan’s type of flirt and domination as her hand brushed against his cock now, making him jolt.

She didn’t stop. "You’re so tense. Are you scared of what’s gonna happen? Don’t tell me the big bad landlord can’t handle a spicy officer?"

Zhao Yiming cleared his throat. "I can handle everything just fine, thank you very much."

"That’s what they all say, until they’re begging for mercy."

He turned his head slightly, eyebrow raised. "I don’t beg."

Han Queying grinned wider. "We’ll see."

But just as he turned the corner onto a quiet stretch of road, his expression darkened.

A black van was parked directly in the middle of the lane.

The hell?

He hit the horn, but to no response even when he could see people inside. He pressed the horn again, but still no reaction.

Han Queying raised an eyebrow. "What’s wrong with these idiots? Blocking a public road? That’s illegal under Section—"

Before she could finish her legal ramble, the van doors slammed open with a metallic clang.

Eight figures stepped out. All of them wore black thief masks, bats, and metal pipes in their hands. Their movements were coordinated as if they were ready to eliminate them.

Zhao Yiming’s eyes narrowed and Han Queying’s playful smirk vanished.

"Oh great," she muttered. "They must be men from Golden Earth. Seemed like they are here for you Yiming."

"I know... You need to—"

BANG!

Zhao Yiming’s sentence was sliced in half by the deafening crack of a metal pipe smashing against his side window.

Glass shattered violently, raining shards all over the dashboard and his arm as he instinctively shielded himself with one elbow.

"Fuck!" he cursed, feeling the sting of a few cuts.

The guy outside was still going, slamming the bat down again, sparks flying as the edge scraped the door now dented and mangled.

But Han Queying was already out without saying anything. Like a goddamn bullet, she slammed the car door shut behind her and lunged into the crowd with a flying knee, hitting the nearest thug right in the jaw.

A loud CRACK echoed as the guy crumpled onto the pavement like wet laundry.

"You bastards dare mess with a cop?!" she shouted, fury in every punch.

Another thug swung a pipe at her head, but she ducked low and swept his legs clean off the ground, sending him flying.

Zhao Yiming gritted his teeth, his body burning with adrenaline.

This was not how tonight was supposed to go.

With one deep breath, he lifted his leg and kicked his door open with such force that it blasted the bastard still hammering the window straight to the ground with a choked grunt.

"Assholes!" Zhao barked, stepping out with a dark, focused glare.

Three of them turned to face him with a bat in their hands. They did not look like some amateurs off the street or the men who attacked Lianwu Street, these were trained.

Likely hired through Golden Earth’s usual backdoor channels like what Jinhe did in that tea house.

"Can’t believe I need to fight you guys again," he sighed.

One came rushing with a grunt, swinging the bat at his ribs. He sidestepped, grabbed the arm mid-swing, and slammed his knee into the man’s gut. The guy folded instantly, wheezing like a broken accordion.

"Keep swinging, I dare you."

Another thug tried to come from the side but Zhao was ready. He ducked, twisted his hips, and elbowed the guy in the neck, sending him staggering.

Meanwhile, Han Queying was still fighting like a demon, her ponytail whipping around as she kicked a man directly in the kneecap with a sickening POP. He screamed and dropped to the ground.

"You fuckers came on the wrong night!" she shouted, bruised but grinning. "I should just have sex with Yiming tonight you know?! Why do you guys need to ruin it?!"

But they were still outnumbered. Three were already down, yes, but five remained and now they moved together, attacking from multiple angles.

Han Queying was backed into the hood of the car as two men charged her at once, and Zhao Yiming barely had time to intercept another pipe aimed at the back of his skull.

He grabbed it with both hands and stared into the masked man’s face. "You came to kill the wrong man."

The thug snarled and headbutted him. His vision went white from the hit but he didn’t let go.

He twisted the pipe free and shoved the guy into the side mirror.

Crash.

Then, a cry from Queying behind him. "Yiming!"

He spun around—only to see one of the thugs grab her hair and yank her backwards. Her body slammed against the hood of the car, breath leaving her lungs.

Two more were coming for him now.

Zhao dropped into a defensive stance, knuckles bleeding.

"Time to even the odds..."

But suddenly the system chimed in!

[DING!]

[New Emergency Quest Triggered!]

[Survive the Golden Earth Ambush: Defeat all attackers (Remaining: 5) and protect Han Queying from serious injury.]