Chapter 147 — The Long-Awaited...

Can't get up? Yang Lanxu thought. This little girl's a sly one—maybe she thinks she can beat me till I can't get up. Heh. But in a moment I'll be sitting on top of you, and I'll have you flat on your back first.

"All right, fine. Any restrictions—like no hitting certain areas?" Yang Ce asked with a lecherous grin. Unfortunately for him, Wang Yanqiu could not see his expression; otherwise she would surely have been on her guard.

Yang Cenbin had proposed this very thing before, and Wang Yanqiu had considered it too—but if such a rule were added, Wang Yanqiu felt it would do her more harm than good.

True, a girl's body had certain rather special areas, her chest for instance, but Wang Yanqiu believed that with her skill she would never let Yang Ce touch her there.

If such a clause were added, and Yang Ce then started declaring this spot off-limits and that one too, it would only be more trouble. Better to have no rules at all and keep it clean.

So Wang Yanqiu said, "None. Fight however you like. Win, and it's your skill; lose, and it's your bad luck."

Assassins had no rules when they fought anyway, so naturally Wang Yanqiu did not want any restrictions—and that was exactly how Yang Shuoxuan thought as well, so the two hit it off at once. Yang Xutang said, "Good, that's what I think too. So can we begin?"

"Yes." Wang Yanqiu settled into her stance, then said to Yang Yanzhou, "You go first. I'll give you a chance to strike."

"No need. Once I make a move, it'll be over for you." This was one of Yang Juehuan's stock phrases.

Wang Yanqiu nearly choked with rage. Even now, you're still indulging in cheap talk? Fine, then—if you won't strike, don't strike at all.

"You said it." Wang Yanqiu's voice was cold. The moment the words left her mouth, she moved. At first, naturally, she used no killing move—only a probing attack. In the darkness her small hand curled into a fist and flew at Yang Juehuan's face.

"Hey, never hit a man in the face. I can't even bear to hit your face, and you hit mine?" Yang Ce grinned broadly, tilted his head casually, and slipped past Wang Yanqiu's fist.

Wang Yanqiu was startled—she had not expected Yang Cenbin to evade her punch so easily. But she did not think much of it: her punch had been neither fierce nor fast, only a test.

Any street thug reasonably skilled in fighting could dodge that punch with ease. Seeing the strike miss, Wang Yanqiu immediately drew back her fist—this time turning the fist into an open palm, sweeping it fiercely at Yang Juehuan's face.

"I told you, there are no rules. Cut the chatter," Wang Yanqiu answered Yang Puqi coldly.

This slap came in sideways; merely turning one's head would certainly not evade it. And as Wang Yanqiu's right hand struck with the palm, her left was not idle either—a fist drove toward Yang Juehuan's ribs.

As an assassin, Wang Yanqiu had superb coordination. Her left and right hands worked in perfect concert, with not the slightest hitch to be seen.

In the pitch darkness, visibility was extremely low. Anyone else would likely have fallen into Wang Yanqiu's trap—dodging the left hand but not the right.

But Yang Jiyan could see the situation before him quite clearly. With a faint smile, he twisted his body sharply to the side; Wang Yanqiu's left hand met empty air. The right, however, still came sweeping over fiercely.

Yang Duoran was not about to let Wang Yanqiu have her way. This little wench was really pushing her luck—how many times had he said never hit a man in the face? Why was she still hitting? Did she have to make him lose his temper?

If you really mess up my face, how am I supposed to explain it to Chen Shutang and the others when I get back? That sort of visible injury—even street thugs don't like to leave one, since if they get caught, they won't even have a chance to argue their way out.

Since you're hitting my face, then I won't be polite with you either. No rules, wasn't that it? Fine, then. Yang Ce chuckled darkly—you brought this on yourself.

Yang Ce dropped into a crouch and dodged Wang Yanqiu's slap, then shot both hands out fast, grabbing at Wang Yanqiu's breasts. Yang Juehuan was much quicker than Wang Yanqiu, and caught them square.

"Hm." Yang Ce gave them a squeeze. So soft—no way. She hadn't put on a bra after her shower?

Wang Yanqiu had come out without a bra because she was about to spar with Yan; wearing one was uncomfortable when fighting and threw off her form. She had never expected Yang Ce to grab her like that.

Wang Yanqiu gave a start and cried out, "Yang Ce, what are you doing?"

"The divine art of boob-grabbing," Yang Ce said with a chuckle. "Wei Xiaobao's ultimate move. How about it? Pretty impressive, eh?"

As he spoke, he kneaded them a couple more times. Not bad at all—so springy. They weren't especially big, but they were firmer than Chen Shutang's and the others'; clearly the result of long-term training.

"You shameless bastard!" Wang Yanqiu had never expected Yang Ce to pull such a trick. Furious, she lashed a kick at him.

Yang Duoran could not possibly keep groping for long—one squeeze for the thrill of it was enough; any longer and the girl would surely blow her top. So he quickly let go and darted back out of range, laughing. "You said it yourself—no rules. Which means anywhere is fair game."

"Hmph." Wang Yanqiu was so angry her eyes went red. From childhood to now, no man had ever touched her chest, and this bastard had actually groped her breasts—and acted as though it were the most natural thing in the world.

Wang Yanqiu had already meant to teach Yang Juehuan a lesson, and after being struck like that by Yang Cenbin, she wanted to kill him. So she abandoned all thought of probing him further and threw herself at Yang Ce with everything she had, like a madwoman.

In Yang Ce's eyes, some of Wang Yanqiu's moves were fierce and vicious, but they held no real threat for him. After his special training, Yang Ce was no longer the greenhorn he had once been—especially with his advantage of seeing in the dark. Every move Wang Yanqiu made was under Yang Juehuan's control.

Still, as Wang Yanqiu's killing moves multiplied, Yang Juehuan's brow furrowed. Gbd—it's only a sparring match, no need to go this crazy. Good thing I trained before, or you'd have killed me on the spot.

Had it been an ordinary person, they would have been dead long ago.

But Wang Yanqiu could not think about any of that now. By this moment Wang Yanqiu was thoroughly enraged; her only thought was revenge—to strike down this great lecher.

She did not even stop to wonder how Yang Ce managed to dodge her attacks again and again.

To be continued

948. Honoring a Promise

Watching Wang Yanqiu's moves, Yang Ce was suddenly struck by a sense of familiarity, as though he had seen them somewhere before—and yet something about them was different. Yang Ce shook his head. This girl—the enmity between them was still unclear, and he could not afford to be careless.

From the look of her now, she certainly would not rest until he was dead. As Yang Ce fended her off, he grew irritated too. You can't keep this up forever.

If a tiger doesn't bare its fangs, you take me for Hello Kitty? Yang Ce was just pondering how to subdue this girl when Wang Yanqiu, unable to break through after so long, grew annoyed as well.

Wang Yanqiu ground her teeth at the memory of the lewd thing Yang Ce had just done to her, and now she still could not get the better of Yang Yongjin. Wang Yanqiu gritted her teeth and decided to play dirty.

While Yang Ce was busy dealing with her hands, Wang Yanqiu suddenly thrust out her right leg and kicked viciously at Yang Juehuan's crotch.

Yang Ce had been handling Wang Yanqiu in a playful spirit—when her left hand came, his right hand answered; when her right hand came, his left hand answered; when both came at once, both his hands answered together.