Chapter 57: The Triangular Bayonet

The four men in black moved with some agility, but in front of Chen Erpao, they were like children who had yet to grow up, unable to even touch the hem of his clothes. Gripping his three-edged military dagger, Chen Erpao's cold and handsome face was as unyielding as that of an invincible war god. His body moved like lightning, and the dagger flickered with endless variations. Each time it struck an enemy, blood gushed in a wide spray from the wound.

In just a short while, aside from the leader, the other three men were all wounded and collapsed on the ground—unable to so much as stand, let alone fight again.

"Speak. Who sent you?" Chen Erpao advanced on the leader step by step, his icy gaze sharp as a blade.

The leader glanced at his groaning companions sprawled on the floor, a hint of malice flickering in his eyes. "I won’t tell you. Do whatever you want!"

"Not bad, you have some spine. Then I’ll break your bones first." Chen Erpao let out a chilling laugh, lunged forward, and brought the three-edged dagger slashing down from above.

The leader hurriedly raised his machete to parry, but suddenly the dagger vanished and, in the next instant, was buried in his thigh. As Chen Erpao yanked it free, blood spurted out in torrents.

"Dammit, I’ll fight you to the death!" the leader gritted his teeth, raising his machete high and hacking down fiercely. But Chen Erpao’s attack was far faster—his right leg shot out like a cannonball, slamming hard into the man's chest.

With a scream of agony, the leader flew backwards, the sound of breaking bones echoing in the air.

"In fact, you don’t have to say it. I can already guess who it is. Was it Li Ziyang who sent you?" Chen Erpao smiled coolly.

The leader froze for a moment, surprise flickering across his face, then retorted, "No! We won’t say anything. If you have the guts, kill me!"

Chen Erpao had only mentioned Li Ziyang as a guess. In his heart, the only other suspects were the four Japanese men he’d encountered previously. He’d mentioned Li Ziyang to test his reaction, and though the leader denied it, his expression had already betrayed him.

"I’ll spare your lives today, but next time you won’t be so lucky. Now get lost!" Chen Erpao thundered, his eyes flashing. The four men in black, terrified, quickly supported each other and fled in haste.

Only after they’d left did Wang Xuemei dare to run over to Chen Erpao. She examined him carefully, and, seeing he was unhurt, finally let out a sigh of relief and smiled.

"I can’t believe it was him. A beast in human skin! Luckily you were here, otherwise I doubt he’d ever let me go," Wang Xuemei said, her face full of anger.

When the two of them emerged from the Ghost Tunnel, they found a crowd of tourists gathered outside, clearly having caught wind of what had happened within.

"There was a fight inside—everyone should leave quickly! That was terrifying; we were lucky to have found a good hiding spot," Chen Erpao said, putting on a look of fright. The tourists didn't suspect a thing—after all, inside the dark Ghost Tunnel, even if someone had witnessed the fight, it would have been impossible to see anyone clearly.

Afterwards, Chen Erpao and Wang Xuemei put the incident behind them and continued to enjoy themselves, just like any ordinary couple.

Even that evening, when they returned, Wang Xuemei’s face still glowed with happiness and contentment, the very picture of a blissful young woman.

"Phew! That was thrilling," Chen Erpao flopped onto the bed, grinning.

"Yeah! But I’m a little tired—my feet are sore," Wang Xuemei said, slipping off her shoes and sitting cross-legged on the bed, pouting as she looked at her reddened soles.

Chen Erpao chuckled, suddenly pouncing from behind and pulling her tightly into his arms. Wang Xuemei snuggled in with a joyful smile.

"Tired? Then have some milk—it’s good for women," Chen Erpao said, gazing at the alluring beauty in his embrace with a mischievous grin.

Wang Xuemei nodded, "Go get me some from the fridge, the cold kind. I don’t want to move."

"But I have some right here! And it’s Chen Erpao’s own exclusive fresh milk—great for your complexion and beauty, with all kinds of benefits," he said, winking as he pressed his lower body against her.

Wang Xuemei instantly felt something hard as iron pressing against her. Remembering Chen Erpao’s earlier words, she suddenly understood what "Erpao’s milk" really meant. A blush instantly colored her perfect features.

"Stop it! Men are all the same—always coming up with dirty ideas. You must watch too many adult films," Wang Xuemei scoffed, rolling her eyes.

Chen Erpao’s hands slid up from her slender waist and firmly cupped her ample chest, causing her soft curves to change shape, resembling ripe papayas.

"Tell me honestly, have you ever watched an adult film?" Chen Erpao leaned in close, whispering into her ear.

A wave of heat swept over Wang Xuemei as his breath tickled her skin. She lowered her head in embarrassment, "I watched a few with my roommates before, but I thought they were disgusting, really…"

"Don’t tell me you watched the hardcore kind," Chen Erpao exclaimed in mock surprise. "Maybe we should try it ourselves, hmm?" With that, he flipped her over and pressed her beneath him, his body already hard as steel, poised at her entrance.

Burning with desire, Chen Erpao was just about to "put out the fire" when his phone inconveniently rang.

"Hello, Erpao! What are you up to?" came an all-too-familiar voice—it was Zeng Fan, whom he hadn’t seen in nearly a week.

"I’m, uh, doing… nothing," Chen Erpao almost blurted out the truth in his excitement, but Wang Xuemei shot him a glare just in time, saving him from embarrassment.

There was a pause on the other end, then Zeng Fan said, "You rascal, you’re not up to something shady, are you?"

"My dear Fan, my beloved captain! I, Chen Erpao, have always been upright and honorable, with a clear conscience. Surely you don’t think I’d do something indecent? By the way, how’s Liu Huagang’s injury?" Chen Erpao replied with a playful grin.

"That’s actually why I’m calling. His recovery has been remarkable—he can run and jump now, though he’s not ready for anything too strenuous. You should’ve received the Tianmeng’s summons, right? I plan to bring him over tomorrow. With him joining you, your team’s strength will soar," Zeng Fan said.

Chen Erpao was overjoyed. He badly needed help right now, and Liu Huagang’s arrival was like timely rain after a drought. With his mighty Eagle Claw technique, Liu was worth dozens of men.

"Great! I’ll be waiting for you tomorrow. I’ll show you something that’ll really surprise you." Chen Erpao could already imagine how they’d react when he revealed the Ten Iron Guardians to them.

After the call, the fire in Chen Erpao's body was nearly extinguished, even without his "fire extinguisher." Yet, as with all men, he had a penchant for playing with fire—igniting it himself, then putting it out again. Only, Chen Erpao’s fire extinguisher was a little more advanced. (You all get it, right? Haha.)

For some reason, tonight the fire burned especially fierce and wild, taking several hours to finally go out. It seemed the extinguisher would need a long rest before it could be used again.

Honestly, I was going to call this chapter "Adult Film," haha.

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