Chapter 2: Just Call Me Lei Feng

Dai Keni stared blankly ahead, realizing she hadn't died after all. That strange, sleazy passenger was standing in front of her, one hand gripping the dagger while the other blocked in front of her chest.

Dai Keni's eyes instantly filled with gratitude, but his hand seemed to intentionally or unintentionally brush against her ample bosom, making her body sensitive and her cheeks flush red.

"Brat, you've got some skills—grabbing my dagger out of thin air like that. Tell me, which gang are you with?!" The man was somewhat surprised, and the bald guy and his crew all turned their gazes to Qin Ruo.

They had overlooked this man before, never expecting him to be an expert.

The bald guy was especially frustrated as he grumbled, "Never thought I'd run a gypsy cab my whole life and still misjudge someone one day."

"Heh, you're not worthy of knowing." Qin Ruo's eyes suddenly flashed with a terrifying killing intent. The steel dagger in his palm slowly twisted and deformed. The man swallowed hard, his face twisting into a stupid expression.

What insane strength!

The men behind him were all dumbstruck, shivering in shock.

"A terrifying expert!" They never imagined this unassuming guy could be so fearsome, crushing the dagger barehanded. They immediately grabbed nearby steel pipes and charged at Qin Ruo!

"Brat, even playing hero has its timing—go die!" The bald man lumbered forward like a grizzly bear, gripping a long steel pipe and smashing it viciously toward Qin Ruo's head.

If it hit, not even an iron skull would avoid being caved in.

Qin Ruo sneered coldly and kicked the man in front of him flying. Before the man could even scream, he spun around. The steel pipe whistled past his chest with a whoosh, but Qin Ruo's expression remained unchanged.

The bald guy's heart jolted—he had dodged so effortlessly. He grew extremely cautious, while the faint killing intent in Qin Ruo's eyes across from him made the bald guy feel a terrifying pressure, his body going weak.

What dreadful killing intent!

This guy must have killed before, and more than once. Otherwise, he couldn't have condensed such fearsome killing intent.

Someone who had killed couldn't easily hide their baleful aura. There were only two ways to shed it: let time slowly erode it, or keep killing until it became second nature, as simple as eating or drinking tea.

At that point, the killing intent fused with one's emotions, controllable at will.

This young man in casual black leisurewear had clearly reached that level—no killing intent detected when he was sitting in the car earlier.

But now, that surging, flood-like killing intent enveloped him completely. The bald guy sensed it instantly and cowered in fear.

In the instant the bald man was stunned, Qin Ruo moved like a bowstring released, striking with lightning speed. His fist punched through the air with a terrifying whoosh, like a cannonball firing.

The fist smashed into the bald man's face, dislocating it instantly as his nasal bone shattered.

With a piercing scream, the bald man flew back like a kite, his fate unknown.

The remaining men gripped their steel pipes tightly, sweat of fear beading on their foreheads. They stared at Qin Ruo like he was a monster, not daring to fight.

Qin Ruo sneered coldly. "Get lost already!"

These guys weren't his match, and he didn't want to kill them—just teach them a lesson.

"Y-yes!" The tattooed thugs immediately dropped their steel pipes and fled the service station like rats. Facing an expert like this was too terrifying.

"You okay?" Qin Ruo turned to the beauty beside him. Under the lights, he finally got a clear look at her face and couldn't help licking his lips, his body heating up.

This beauty was about twenty-five or twenty-six, with stunning features. Her jet-black hair cascaded softly over her shoulders, her delicate facial features and sexy, alluring red lips captivating the soul.

Her V-neck top bulged high, tracing a mesmerizing wavy curve. With her steady breaths, her full, elastic breasts rose and fell, dazzling the eyes.

Her fiery, tall figure exuded a ripe, mature allure. She wore an ultra-short skirt below and thin high heels, plus her uniquely outstanding temperament—even Qin Ruo, who had seen countless beauties abroad, was amazed.

"Thank you for saving me!" Though Dai Keni didn't like the lecherous look this man was giving her, she couldn't deny that this low-key, sleazy guy had stepped in to save her.

"No big deal. What's your name?" Qin Ruo treated the rescue casually, his gaze still fixed on her heaving bosom—the deep, unfathomable cleavage and lace edges teasing his nerves.

With his sharp eyes, he could tell at a glance: at least 36D!

"Dai Keni. And you? What's your name?"

"Heh, good deeds don't need a name—just call me a Good Samaritan. And your name sounds lovely!" Qin Ruo said with dead seriousness.

Hearing Qin Ruo's response, Dai Keni burst out laughing. "Good Samaritan wouldn't stare at people all pervy like you guys!"

Qin Ruo shamelessly continued, "I'm the new century Lei Feng—good deeds don't go in the diary!"

Dai the beauty had a low laugh threshold; she couldn't help giggling again at his words, nearly laughing herself breathless.

She patted her ample chest and said to Qin Ruo, "You're hilarious—I'm dying laughing. Oh right, do you know where we are?"

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