Chapter 20: I Dare Not Do It Again

Seven or eight thugs surrounded Liu Hu, one of them saying, "Brat, that sb Qin Ruo can snatch women with anyone, but robbing women with our Young Master Wang? That's asking for death!"

Liu Hu's calm eyes showed no change whatsoever. He silently smoked alone. Seeing him acting so pretentiously, the group sneered coldly. These days, there were way too many people pretending to be badass. They immediately swung their fists at Liu Hu!

Liu Hu turned around, casually dodging the attacks from several thugs with effortless grace. With a few random kicks, he sent several of them flying. His movements were incredibly smooth and agile.

The thugs struggled to their feet, spat, picked up beer bottles from the ground, and gripped them in their hands. Sitting in the chair, Wang Shuai finally couldn't sit still anymore. No wonder this kid was so confident—he was actually an expert!

"Get him! Whoever takes him down gets 100,000 from me!" Wang Shuai shouted.

The moment they heard 100,000, the thugs, who had been a bit intimidated, went berserk like they'd been injected with chicken blood. Roaring, they charged at Liu Hu.

A wave of killing intent suddenly erupted from Liu Hu. This killing intent was as cold as ice, dropping the surrounding temperature. His icy, piercing gaze locked onto the thug in the lead, unleashing the full force of his killing aura.

The thug shuddered all over. This guy's eyes were terrifying—just one look sent cold sweat pouring from head to toe, making him instinctively fearful. He had once been a retired soldier. During basic special forces training, he'd encountered an incredibly badass special forces instructor and felt that same chilling gaze from him.

But this big man was even more terrifying than that instructor.

He himself hadn't even made it into the special forces—an ordinary special forces soldier could take on seven or eight guys like him. He'd been ruthlessly eliminated early in training, retired after just a few years, and relied on his burly build to land a job as a professional thug.

If he wasn't wrong, this was definitely the legendary killing intent!

Only killing intent could make one's heart pound with terror!

Regular soldiers in peacetime rarely killed anyone. The thug felt a twinge of dread, but Wang Shuai in his chair urged them on: "You fucking bunch of useless idiots! Seven or eight of you against one guy, and you're too scared to move? What the hell do I even keep you for?!"

Hearing this, the thug snapped out of it. He thought, yeah, even if you're an expert, can you handle numbers? Gritting his teeth, he threw a punch at Liu Hu.

A contemptuous smile curled Liu Hu's lips. He met it with a light punch of his own. Their fists collided—he didn't budge an inch. But the man opposite him was blasted back several meters, his organs churning, tumbling on the ground.

"Ah!" The thug let out a shrill scream. The hand that clashed with Liu Hu's was ruined, shattered like it'd been smashed by an iron fist, bones cracked.

"A bunch of noobs—come at me together!" Liu Hu beckoned with a finger, acting all badass, then glanced at the half-smoked cigarette in his hand.

The men grabbed bottles from the floor and roared as they smashed them toward Liu Hu. He fought with just one hand, completely dominating. His strikes were lightning-fast, sweeping them aside effortlessly, beating the group until they were crying for mommy and daddy.

Bang bang bang!!

In no time, the seven or eight standing thugs were cleaned up by Liu Hu. The whole process was like a college student bullying kindergarten kids—way too easy, zero challenge.

Liu Hu glanced at the cigarette between his fingers—still a third left. He took a deep drag, finishing it. He sauntered over to the pale-faced Wang Shuai and blew a thick cloud of smoke right in his face.

The gesture was pure provocation, but Wang Shuai didn't dare move a muscle. His body trembled as the acrid smoke assaulted his nose, mouth, and eyes, tears streaming from the sting.

"Kid, can money protect you?" Liu Hu said flatly.

"S-spare me..." Wang Shuai was finally terrified. These seven or eight retired soldiers couldn't even last one move against him—they went down like nothing. This guy was too scary. He never should've messed with him. If Qin Ruo had a guy like this on his side, how strong must Qin Ruo himself be?

At the doorway, Lin Yan'er and the other beauties watched in stunned silence. The three women exchanged glances, unable to believe it. This scene, more intense than any movie, was playing out right in front of them.

"Big Brother Liu Hu is so awesome!" Xia Fei Xuan said.

Liu Hu turned and gave Qin Ruo an OK sign. Qin Ruo smiled faintly.

Lin Yan'er said nothing, but her eyes betrayed her curiosity about Liu Hu and Qin Ruo's past.

Dai Keni was okay, but her face was full of shock.

Xia Fei Xuan ran over to Liu Hu. "Big Brother Liu, forgive the rude question: are you stronger, or is the landlord?"

Her question piqued Lin Yan'er and Dai Keni's interest too—they both looked at Liu Hu.

Liu Hu's stern face softened with a smile at Xia Fei Xuan's words. He rubbed his nose awkwardly and said, "Brother Qin is the real deal. My strength's only good for bullying these noobs. Qin Ruo's the true master."

Xia Fei Xuan nodded, half-understanding.

Lin Yan'er walked over and saw the cocky Young Master Wang now terrified, with a clear wet stain in his crotch. She tsked twice in disdain. "Wang Shuai, you think I'd like a guy who pisses his pants?"

Wang Shuai wanted to crawl into a hole and vanish. He'd lost face completely—thought it was a soft target, but kicked a steel plate instead.

He showed a fearful expression toward Qin Ruo. "I was wrong, sir. I apologize. Please be the bigger man and spare me, for my father's sake."

Qin Ruo looked at him scornfully. "What the hell is your father? Get lost!"

"Y-yes, I'm rolling out!"

"Hold it!" Qin Ruo stopped him.

Wang Shuai's fear peaked. He dropped to the floor, wailing, "I was wrong! Spare me, please! I really was wrong—I won't snatch women with you anymore! Lin Yan'er is yours, I'll disappear!"

It wasn't that Wang Shuai was a coward; he'd never seen anyone fight like Liu Hu. Those retired soldiers were like kids against him. His own body was hollowed out by booze and women—he didn't even have the guts to resist.

And Liu Hu was just Qin Ruo's underling, calling him big bro earlier.

Thinking of that, he trembled in fear!

"Get out—don't walk out!" Qin Ruo said coldly.

"Y-yes!" Hearing it was just to roll out, not be carried out, Wang Shuai's worries vanished.

As long as he was alive, what was a little dignity worth? Trembling like a dog, he crawled on the floor, tumbling head over heels out the door.

As night fell, the group left the Golden West KTV, breathing in the fresh outdoor air. Though that sb rich kid Wang Shuai had ruined the mood earlier,

after Qin Ruo told a few hilarious stories, the cheerful vibe returned. Especially between Xia Fei Xuan, Lin Yan'er, and Dai Keni—their rapport was like longtime sisters, intimate and close.

Their chat even got pretty bold, leaving Qin Ruo envious.

"What're we doing tonight?" As they exited the KTV, Xia Fei Xuan naturally stood by Lin Yan'er. Per the little miss's words, sticking by a cop felt safe—not like standing by some sleazy landlord, always worried about being eaten.

"Let's eat—I'm starving," Qin Ruo said, rubbing his belly and shooting Xia Fei Xuan a look: Not eating you!

"Okay, food it is—let's go!" Xia the little miss hopped into Lin Yan'er's red BMW—a ladylike model in the several-hundred-thousand range, popular with white-collar OLs.

Five people crammed into one car—it was tight, especially with Liu Hu the big guy taking up two people's space.

Xia Fei Xuan had no choice but to sit on Qin Ruo's lap. Before sitting, she warned him: No funny business, or the cop up front will haul you to the station.

Qin Ruo chuckled inwardly—haul him to the station? Would those cops dare keep him? But he promised earnestly, looking like the epitome of Liu Xiahui.

Xia Fei Xuan, in her thin high heels, carefully sat on Qin Ruo's thighs. At first, nothing weird, but soon after the car started, she felt a tingling on her legs, like something crawling up her thigh.

With Xia Beauty's smarts, she knew instantly. She grumbled under her breath, heart fluttering.

The tingling intensified. Though she knew who was behind it, she instinctively glanced down.

Sure enough, Qin Ruo's fair hands rested lightly on her legs. She bit her teeth, lower lip caught between upper, looking utterly sultry.

"Shameless landlord, groping me in the car!" Xia Fei Xuan glanced around. Lin Yan'er focused on driving. Dai Keni in the passenger seat had eyes closed, earphones in, listening to music.

The two up front hadn't noticed. Xia Fei Xuan breathed a sigh of relief—if they saw, she'd never live it down in front of these beauties.

She sneaked a peek at big bro Liu Hu beside Qin Ruo—he sat statue-still, eyes closed in rest. No one had spotted her predicament.

"Damn sleazy landlord, if anyone sees you sneaking touches on my thighs, I'll kill you!" she fumed inwardly. But then Qin Ruo's restless hands started wandering slowly on her legs.

After some up-and-down rubbing, the tingling grew stronger, her pretty face flushing red.

She was only half-seated, butt lifted lightly on his thigh—the other half empty. Not lovers, she couldn't sit too intimately; Xia Fei Xuan was pretty traditional that way.

Then, one of Qin Ruo's big hands grabbed her other leg, kneading gently.

Xia Fei Xuan nearly yelped, clamping her mouth shut. Damn, almost died of embarrassment.

She whipped around, glaring like a little tiger: "No touching, you perverted sleazy landlord!"

Qin Ruo drawled leisurely, "Then get off my lap!"

Xia Fei Xuan fumed. In a whisper only they could hear: "You think I want to sit on your lap? I'd have my own seat!"

Hearing the little spitfire scold him, Qin Ruo pinched her plump, perky butt. Her delicate, jewel-like earlobe instantly turned blood-red. Her beautiful eyes blazed with fury—adorably so.

"How's that? Scared yet?" Qin Ruo teased with a grin.

"Hmph, not scared at all. Just a few touches—what's the big deal?" Xia Fei Xuan huffed defiantly, acting nonchalant.

"Oh, really?" Qin Ruo chuckled lowly. He knew Xia Fei Xuan was fiercely proud and image-conscious. Call it stubbornness nicely, or masochistic pride harshly.

For a woman like that, Qin Ruo had a hundred ways to devour her completely!

He freed his other hand, slowly wrapping it around her slender, willow-like waist. Xia Fei Xuan's body trembled slightly, sensing something bad coming!

What the hell was this damn landlord up to?