Chapter 165: The Beautiful Woman Who Went Crazy
Inside the room, Yang Fei looked at Zhang Yang. The latter nodded at her, signaling her to continue.
"Continue?" Her face was full of anger. She glared fiercely at Zhang Yang, unable to help but stop. She lowered her voice, saying, "Why don't you shout yourself? Why do you have to make me shout?"
"Teacher, if I shout, I'll sound like a rooster. Wouldn't that give us away right away?"
Hearing that, Yang Fei glared at him angrily, waving her fist in the air, but helplessly hitting nothing. Then she continued to moan softly, "Don't… don't…"
"Teacher, that's too plain of a call." Zhang Yang, not knowing where he got the guts from, blurted out subconsciously. Maybe it was because he'd watched too many island movies; the habit came naturally.
"Then what should I do?" Yang Fei didn't think much of it. All she could think about were the two assassins outside the door. They were prying the lock! If Zhang Yang couldn't handle them, what should she do?
She was a calm person, but now, tangled up with Zhang Yang inside while two killers lurked outside, her emotions became extremely complicated.
"Mmm... Don't… hurry… Yamete! Iku, like this…"
"Go to hell!" Yang Fei snapped. Of course she wasn't stupid. That was clearly something from an island love action movie. Although she had never been in love and had no experience with men and women, that didn't mean she didn't know about such things. Even the coldest beauty would feel a bit curious about those things. In fact, she had one hidden on her computer.
But now, her eyes were already full of fury. Yet at this moment, she dared not explode. She swore that if they survived this, she'd definitely teach this brat a lesson. How dare he! Damn brat, how am I, a great beauty, supposed to face this?
But somehow, she still called out instinctively, "Don't… hurry… oh…"
That mixture of shyness, anger, and suppressed moaning made Zhang Yang's mouth go dry. Damn, that was too tempting.
Luckily, Zhang Yang was no longer in intimate contact with her like before, or he definitely wouldn't have been able to hold himself back.
The door creaked—it was about to open. Zhang Yang looked around the room and spotted only a vase he could use, so he quietly grabbed it.
Then he signaled to her with his eyes and silently crouched behind the sofa. With their fake moaning cover, making a bit of noise wouldn't be a problem. He crawled to the back of the door, waiting silently for the moment it opened.
A faint click—the lock was pried open. Hearing the sounds inside growing louder, the two assassins outside exchanged a glance and raised their four guns, two on top, two below.
"Trapped prey. Once we're in, remember—don't hurt the woman. You handle the man, the woman's mine." One assassin's eyes flashed with unrestrained lust. The woman inside was too beautiful. Imagining her naked made him impatient.
"Wait, how come she's yours? I saw her first. I should go first." The other frowned. That didn't seem right—why should you get her first?
"Bullshit, of course I go first!" The first guy thought of Yang Fei's stunning face, her full breasts, her long legs. His throat rolled. "I'm the leader, you dare defy me?"
"The hell? There's a leader in this now? I'm the one who pried the lock open!" The other one got pissed, shaking the iron bar in his hand, almost shouting.
"Enough, enough!" The leader was irritated. They hadn't even killed anyone yet, and they were already fighting over spoils. What bad luck. He thought for a moment, then said impatiently, "Fine. I'll take the front, you take the back. Deal?"
"That's more like it…"
Their voices were loud enough that even Yang Fei heard them. When she realized those two beasts were talking about her, her face flushed red, her cold eyes filled with furious hatred.
Then she reached out, grabbed Zhang Yang's elbow, and squeezed hard. Even through his sweater, Zhang Yang winced in pain, baring his teeth. He turned his head and gave her a helpless look. Damn, it's those bastards outside being perverted, why're you pinching me?
Just as he thought that, the door was gently pushed open. First came a silenced pistol, then an arm.
A gun with a silencer? So, these two really were professional assassins. Otherwise, how could they have such high-end killing tools?
Then, with a creak, the door swung open. Apparently, they couldn't wait any longer. The leading one squeezed halfway through the door when Zhang Yang suddenly pounced. He yanked the man's gun hand forward and swung the vase in a big arc, smashing it straight into his face.
"Crack!" The vase hit the door, shattered halfway, then crashed into his face. Blood splattered everywhere, and the man's gun fell into Zhang Yang's hand. He completely lost the ability to fight.
The one behind froze. Zhang Yang grabbed the door and slammed it hard into him.
"Thud!" The guy's head spun from the hit. Before he could react, Zhang Yang yanked the door open, hooked his foot under him, and knocked him to the floor. Then he stepped forward, flipped the safety off the gun, and fired three times into his neck and head.
He didn't even check if the man was dead and walked straight back inside.
The other guy had already started screaming. Without a word, Zhang Yang aimed at his chest and fired. The man's eyes widened, his head tilted, his body twitched a few times, and he slumped to the ground. Even in death, he didn't understand how Zhang Yang had known about them. Were they exposed?
Impossible!
The whole thing had taken barely ten seconds, but those ten seconds made Yang Fei, hiding on the side, tremble uncontrollably. On one hand, she was glad Zhang Yang was incredible and had saved her life; on the other, she was terrified by the bloody scene before her.
The room was a mess—sofa, floor, desk, all covered with broken vase shards and blood. Though the lights were off, the metallic scent filled the air. Yang Fei gagged, trying not to vomit. When she moved, she suddenly noticed one of the corpses had fallen with its head facing her, eyes wide open, staring at her less than twenty centimeters away.
She screamed instinctively, curled up, and turned her face away. The horror nearly made her faint; she was on the verge of breaking down.
"Zhang Yang!" Desperate, she cried out with a sob, calling the one person she wanted to see most. Before she even finished, Zhang Yang's slightly tired face appeared before her.
"Teacher." Zhang Yang reached out and held Yang Fei up. Her body was soft, clearly overwhelmed by fear. The fact that she wasn't screaming nonstop or vomiting proved how calm she actually was.
If it were him—if not for the experience of killing those four assassins last time—he'd probably be throwing up too.
"There might still be more outside." Zhang Yang helped Yang Fei up, then dragged the assassin's corpse outside. He couldn't be sure if more enemies were around. "We can't go out yet."
He glanced at Yang Fei, who sat on the bed trying to calm down, and added, "But don't worry, Teacher. I won't let them touch you."
Yang Fei, still tense, responded with a faint hum. Then she suddenly thought of something, quickly grabbed her phone from the table.
"I'll call the police first…"
"Yeah!" Zhang Yang nodded, checking the pistol in his hand. There were still bullets. He regretted not having learned Advanced Shooting Technique earlier. If there were more enemies, he'd at least be ready.
He shut the door again, pulled the desk over to block it. That way, even if there were more, they wouldn't break in easily.
He didn't dare turn the lights on. His eyes had already adapted to the dark. He looked at Yang Fei, who had finished calling the police. She tossed her phone onto the bed, hugged her knees, and curled up. Then she looked at Zhang Yang and said softly, "Zhang Yang, come here."
Zhang Yang did as told. In the darkness, he could faintly see Yang Fei trembling slightly. It was only natural, and she was doing better than most would. Any ordinary girl would've already fainted.
In this situation, only someone like Xu Danlu could remain calm.
He knew Yang Fei was likely traumatized by seeing that dead man just now. To be honest, after killing two men, even he felt a bit shaken now that the tension had eased.
[System Reminder: Successfully eliminated two vicious assassins. Gained six system points. Your current total is 148 points. Title: Promising Youth...]
148 points. That brought Zhang Yang some comfort. With 148 points, he could do a lot of things. Damn bastards, since you keep coming after me, let's see who dies first.
Ten minutes passed. Outside, it was still silent.
Zhang Yang thought maybe the danger was gone. The police should be here by now. Thinking that, he turned to Yang Fei and said, "It should be fine now. I'll go check outside…"
As soon as he turned, Yang Fei suddenly shouted, "Be careful!"
Then she lunged forward, pulling Zhang Yang down with her.
Zhang Yang's head slammed right into her full chest, a wave of sweet fragrance mixed with the silky softness of her skin instantly filling his senses…