CHAPTER 3: CHAPTER 3: A YOUNG MAN SAVES A DAMSEL IN DISTRESS

"Ahh..."

The pitiful Luo Shuang whimpered in pain, her full, rounded buttocks pressed tightly against the car hood. She closed her eyes in agony, a faint groan escaping her tightly clenched lips.

Mule, seemingly oblivious to her suffering, gripped her arm with one massive hand while his other hand brutally tore through the crotch of her high-end, flesh-toned, transparent crystal silk stockings. He yanked at her flimsy panties—a sky-blue lace thong—the fabric barely wider than two fingers at the crotch.

Under Mule’s rough tugging, the thin blue silk narrowed to a mere thread, digging deep between her ample buttocks and rubbing against Luo Shuang’s delicate, pink labia.

"Mmm..."

Under the torment of these two bastards, Luo Shuang’s waist writhed weakly, her body twisting in futile resistance. Strands of dark hair clung to her forehead, while her large breasts swayed wildly with each movement, their fullness surging like a tempest.

The two bastards gaped, especially Mule. They watched the respectable woman struggling desperately under their hands, her eyes pleading for mercy.

"Ahh! It hurts ...please let me go! I’ll give you everything!" Luo Shuang cried out in pain as they tightened their grip.

Slap! Slap!

Mule silenced Luo Shuang’s kicking with two sharp slaps.

"Waaah...!" Luo Shuang, utterly helpless against the two brutal thugs, lay back on the car hood, weeping in despair. It seemed her fate was sealed tonight—even in death, she would suffer the humiliation of this vile creature.

Seeing Luo Shuang had given up resisting, Mule grinned wickedly and leaned in to kiss her neck. His left hand roughly lifted the hem of her low-cut, sleeveless blue dress, while his right hand raised her shapely, voluptuous legs, encased in sheer, flesh-toned stockings, preparing to unleash a brutal assault.

"Shut your fucking mouth! Just hurry up and finish so we can get back and report!" Fatty, his eyes glued to the spectacle before him, watched intently. Though they had committed such atrocities before, this was the first time they were about to r*pe and murder a woman as refined and beautiful as Luo Shuang.

"Hey, you two! Need a hand?" A voice suddenly boomed from the trees along the riverbank. Fatty and Mule startled, realizing someone had emerged from the woods unnoticed. The newcomer spoke in a rough, gravelly voice.

The figure was of above average height and slender build, appearing almost like a youth. A Sun Wukong mask concealed his face, leaving only a pair of bright eyes to calmly observe them.

"Little brat, you think you can scare me with your tricks?" Mule sneered, his voice rough and coarse, yet unable to completely mask its youthful timbre. He sized up the figure’s physique and hairstyle, confirming his youth. Seeing the childish Sun Wukong mask, Mule dismissed him entirely, releasing Luo Shuang and turning to confront him.

With a swift motion, a gleaming, razor-sharp dagger materialized from nowhere. He grinned wickedly, cursing, "Little punk, you’ve got more guts than brains, daring to ruin my fun! Haven’t you heard of the Killer brothers? We’ll kill, burn, and do anything we please—even babies stop crying at the mere mention of our names! Tonight’s you are just a bonus kill. Having such a beauty accompany you to the afterlife is your good fortune. Next year, this day will be your memorial!"

Luo Shuang could tell that the man, despite his feigned gruffness, was quite young. Seeing Mule brandish his dagger, she cried out urgently, "Young man, this has nothing to do with you! Run away! I don’t want to get you involved, sob..."

"If I wanted to run, I wouldn’t be here," the youth replied with a mischievous grin, as if oblivious to the danger. "Toothpick, that’s a nice dagger. Mind if I borrow it for a look?"

"You little brat! What did you called me! I’ll let you taste the feeling of a dagger going in white and coming out red right now!" Mule snarled, lunging forward with a swift, distracted stab.

"Shut up, Mule! Stop yapping like bitch and finish him already!" Fatty snapped impatiently. Before he could finish the word "him," the youth moved with a subtle shift of his body and a light step. No one saw how he did it, but the dagger Mule had been gripping tightly was now in the youth’s hand.

With a fluid motion, the youth’s elbow struck Mule’s chest lightly. Mule grunted, blood trickling from his lips, and stumbled backward to Fatty’s SUV, nearly losing his balance.

"Sorry, tonight’s your unlucky night, Kilogram brothers ," the masked youth said with a leisurely smile, his fingers gently stroking the blade of the dagger without even glancing at them. "I’m taking both the suitcase and this beauty. Hand them over quietly!"

"You two better not make any rash moves, or force my hand. Otherwise, the Killer brothers will truly become corpses brothers tonight."

Luo Shuang hadn’t expected the notorious Killer Mule to be defeated in a single move by this masked youth. Just as she was overjoyed, the youth’s words made it clear he was no saint either, explicitly claiming both her and the suitcase. Her heart filled with fear and resentment, wondering what ill-fated star she had drawn, escaping the wolf’s jaws only to fall into the tiger’s den. She couldn’t tell if the youth’s words were true or false, benevolent or malicious, or simply a ploy to deceive the Killer brothers.

"Easy there, young man," Fatty said smoothly, his smile carefully calibrated to reassure the youth. "Since you’ve taken a liking to the beauty, we’re happy to do you a favor. As for the suitcase..."

"Hmm? Still trying to bargain with me?" The youth’s fingers clamped around the gleaming dagger, its sharp edge flashing under the moonlight. He sneered, "Let’s see who’s faster—you two or this dagger?"

Fatty realized this brat was no ordinary opponent and that he needed an opening to strike a decisive blow. With a forced smile, he said coldly, "Easy now, young man. You’re young, ambitious, and blessed with both wealth and beauty. Consider this suitcase a congratulatory gift for you and Madam Lu!"

He tossed the suitcase from a distance. The youth caught it with a swift motion, his arm still raised from the catch.

But Luo Shuang knew Fatty wouldn’t give up so easily. In a flash, she saw him draw a pistol from somewhere while the youth was occupied with the suitcase.

"Watch out!" Luo Shuang cried out in alarm, her voice ringing through the night. Yet, despair gripped her heart. The country had enforced strict gun control laws for decades. The fact that Fatty would resort to a pistol against a woman like her proved Chen Liwu’s determination to silence her permanently and underscored the Chen Family’s immense power within country.

Su Chen finally understood his lack of combat experience had led him into the enemy’s trap. With a swift maneuver, he grabbed the suitcase in one hand and wrapped his other arm around Luo Shuang’s slender waist, pulling her behind the car for cover.

From throwing the box to catching it, drawing his pistol, and dodging, the entire sequence unfolded in the blink of an eye. Mule grinned in surprise. "Fatty, when did you bring the gun?"

"President Chen specifically told me to bring it just before we left, in case things went south. I didn’t even want to—what do we need a gun for against a woman? But look at this little punk causing trouble!" Fatty snarled, his face twisted in a vicious grin. "Hey, kid! Come out and die! How long do you think you can hide?"

Bang!

A gunshot shattered Luo Shuang’s car windshield.

Fatty fired again.

Bang!

Sand and gravel erupted in a chaotic spray, clattering like ping-pong balls.

"Damn it! They have guns! This mission isn’t as simple as we thought. Hey woman, I wanted to save you, but I’ve messed things up. Looks like they won’t stop until they’ve taken both our lives!" The fear of being at gunpoint jolted the Su Chen into action. He pressed Luo Shuang’s soft voluptuous body against his as they huddled behind the car, forcing a nervous laugh amidst the shattering glass and gunfire.

Luo Shuang huddled tightly in the young man’s arms, her delicate body trembling like a leaf. Tears streamed down her face as she sobbed, "Sorry, I’ve dragged you into this. I’ll repay your kindness in my next life, even if it means being a beast of burden..."

"Don’t cry, don’t cry," the young man soothed. "I can’t stand seeing a woman cry. If it comes to it, I’ll fight again!" He patted Luo Shuang’s back and chuckled, "I’m only eighteen. I’m not ready to give up on life yet—that would be a real waste!"

At that moment, Su Chen raised the briefcase high and shouted, "Alright, alright, I surrender, Big Bro Fatty! You wouldn’t want to shoot the treasures inside, would you? How would you explain that to your President Chen when you get back?"

"Fatty, he has a point!" Mule chimed in.

Fatty glared at Mule, realizing the brat had seized their weakness. If the treasure were destroyed by his gun, both brothers would likely face President Chen’s wrath upon their return. He cursed under his breath, "Little bastard! Get out here now, or I’ll risk getting chewed out and turn you and that car into Swiss cheese!"

"Okay, okay!" Su Chen opened the briefcase, revealing a jade pendant he clutched to his chest as a makeshift shield. Though not bulletproof, it was a talisman of sorts. Still grinning, he said, "Why the fuss? Big Brother Fatty, Second Brother Toothpick, I just came out to ease the tension! Why make this a life-or-death situation?" He deliberately feigned weakness to lull Fatty into complacency, knowing he needed only one fleeting opportunity.

"You little bastard! You dared to hit me earlier, and now you’re begging for mercy? Too late! Take off that damn mask and let me see what kind of bat-man you really are!" Mule cursed, but he didn’t dare approach. He knew perfectly well that this brat’s fighting skills far surpassed his own. His chest still throbbed faintly from the earlier blow, and he wasn’t about to risk another encounter.

"You little punk! Hand over the jade pendant right now!" Fatty roared.

The crystal-clear, emerald-green jade pendant glowed with an ethereal light under the moonlight. Su Chen cradled the suitcase in one arm while stroking the pendant with the other, smiling. "What a warm, smooth piece of jade! If it were to break, President Chen would be furious, and the consequences would be severe! Big Brother Fatty, Second Brother Toothpick, you’d better catch it!" As Su Chen held the jade, its temperature gradually warmed from icy cold to lukewarm, until it matched the warmth of his palm, feeling as soft as water and almost merging into his skin and blood.

He suddenly slammed the suitcase shut and hurled it at Fatty. Mule yelped and reached out to catch it. Fatty, who had been watching the youth closely, knew he was up to something. But when the boy actually threw the suitcase, Fatty couldn’t fire his gun. The suitcase flew with incredible speed and force, perfectly blocking his line of sight.

"Ananas, ananas, ananas!" The boy had been waiting for this fleeting opportunity—the chance to end his enemy’s life. His right fist clenched, he unleashed the Spirit Art, his hand slicing through the air. In that instant a thunderous explosion occured. When the smoke cleared, the Killer brothers and their SUV lay charred, mangled, and unrecognizable.

Luo Shuang stared in stunned silence, her lips parted in disbelief. She couldn’t decide if the masked youth before her was human, divine, monstrous, demonic, a hidden martial arts master, or a magician who could conjure bombs in an instant.

The masked youth gasped, inwardly marveling, My Spirit Art shouldn’t be this powerful! At my current mastery of the Spirit Art, the Yin-Yang in Palm technique should only be able to break these fuckers’ limbs at most, not obliterate them like this. Could that jade pendant have some kind of spiritual power?

This jade pendant is truly extraordinary. If it can amplify the power of martial arts techniques, no wonder the Chen Family, one of the four great aristocratic clans, would go to such lengths to obtain it...

"Madam Lu, if you don’t want Chen Liwu to kill you, you’d better come with me now!" Su Chen grinned at Luo Shuang, his eyes blazing with untamed energy. "In less than twenty minutes, this place will be swarming with Pallet City Police officers."

Luo Shuang glanced at the charred corpses of the Killer brothers and the shattered remains of the briefcase, sighing with deep regret. She followed the youth into the forest. Moments later, the roar of an engine filled the air as a motorcycle carrying the young man and woman sped away into the night.

Luo Shuang remained unsettled, clinging tightly to the young man’s waist as he drove the motorcycle away from Halo Port on the Taymor River. As they sped off, the young man noticed a beautiful woman standing ahead.

From his angle, he could see her profile; her face was veiled in black gauze, but her delicate features, fair skin, and overall beauty were unmistakable in that black short skirt and t-shirt. What truly captivated him, however, was her mature figure. Her breasts were enormouslike and her exposed thigh, clad in flesh stockings was alluring.

Slowing the motorcycle, he finally got a full view of her figure, feasting his eyes on her massive breasts swelled against her chest, a Platinum Diamond Chain draped around her neck, its pendant sinking deep into her cleavage.

"Damn, she’s fucking hot!" Su Chen whistled, and the motorcycle roared away into the distance.

Hearing the youth’s lewd whistle, the beauty glanced sideways at the motorcycle carrying Luo Shuang into the distance. She nodded slightly, a faint smile playing on her lips.

"That kid did well to escape safely. He’s really grown up," she murmured to herself as she watched the motorcycle disappear into the distance. "I should report this to the ladies." With that, she started her car and drove out of Halo Port.

Just as the motorcycle vanished over the horizon, two figures arrived at the scene. They crouched down to examine the area closely, exchanged a few hushed words, and soon heard the roar of cars and SUVs approaching from afar. Realizing it was likely the Killer brothers comrades arriving, they quickly slipped away.

Before long, the area was swarming with people. The gruesome sight of the mangled corpses sent waves of shock through the crowd.

"Brother Tianxiong, look what happened! Who could have gotten their hands on explosives? What should we do?" Chen An was shaken by the brutal deaths. Anyone capable of acquiring bombs and explosives was no ordinary foe, suggesting this incident could have far-reaching implications. He naturally passed the responsibility to Feng Tianxiong, Chen Liwu’s top enforcer.

Feng Tianxiong stared at the corpses for a long moment before sighing softly. "Report to President Chen first. We’ll take further action based on his instructions."