Chapter 81 - Cripple Your Five Limbs

“Wait a minute!”

Wang Meng was so frightened that his scalp tingled, and he bellowed hysterically.

Su Xuan’s foot paused in mid-air, and he asked coldly, “Do you have anything else to say?”

A trace of spite flickered in Wang Meng’s eyes as he mustered what little spine he had left, “Su Xuan, I want to tell you, if you dare to touch me again, my father will definitely use all his power to make sure you and the people around you have no good days ahead.”

Originally, Su Xuan had only intended to break Wang Meng’s limbs, but this statement doubtlessly touched the softest part of his heart.

The one thing he couldn’t withstand in his lifetime was someone threatening the people close to him.

Once, after Su Xuan had eradicated a branch of a terrorist organization, he angered the leader of the group.

In retaliation, they launched a terrorist attack, using a suicide bomber to destroy a vehicle in Su Xuan’s military unit, resulting in one death and three severe injuries.

In the end, they let out a message, saying: All this was because of Su Xuan, and their revenge was just beginning.

Within three days after this statement was released, every leader of this organization, except for the boss, was assassinated, and each had suffered inhuman torture before their deaths.

At each of these killing scenes, the same mark was left behind—Su!

Since then, no terrorist organizations dared to threaten Su Xuan by retaliating against innocent people.

They also realized the consequences of truly angering this Eastern dragon.

Unfortunately, Wang Meng had made the same mistake.

“Then I will just cripple your five limbs now and see how you deal with them,” a demonic red glint flashed in Su Xuan’s eyes as he viciously stomped on Wang Meng’s knee.

Crack!

Ah!

The crisp sound of breaking bones mixed with a scream, and Wang Meng, seemingly accustomed to being beaten, didn’t faint.

“I want to ask, don’t people only have four limbs?

How can you cripple their five limbs?” one bodyguard asked with trepidation, fully aware that Wang Meng’s fate could be a precedent for their own.

“Women have four limbs, don’t men have something extra between their legs?” Su Xuan said, and the moment after he finished, “crack!” another devastating stomp crushed the knee of Wang Meng’s other leg, causing him to pass out from the pain.

As if he had done something trivial, Su Xuan methodically disabled Wang Meng’s arms as well.

During this, Wang Meng, who had fainted from the pain, did not let out a single cry of agony.

Not until Su Xuan kicked him between the legs, at the moment a muffled sound burst forth, did he let out a horrible scream, but he quickly lost consciousness once more.

Hiss hiss hiss!

The sounds of running water echoed as several bodyguards couldn’t bear the scene before their eyes and wet themselves out of fear, instantly making the corridor reek.

“We really made a mistake; please spare us, we will never dare step foot in Qingshan City again.”

The few bodyguards knocked their heads on the ground so hard it echoed, hoping that Su Xuan would spare them.

After completely crippling Wang Meng, Su Xuan let out much of the pent-up anger in his heart.

Looking at the bodyguards drenched in filth, he lost all desire to lay hands on them again.

He turned and walked into the bathroom, and when he came out, Su Xuan held a mop and a fruit knife in his hand; with a clang, he dropped them to the floor.

“Each of you leave a finger, clean this place up, and then you can take this piece of trash with you,” said Su Xuan, then with a “bang,” he closed the room door and ignored the bodyguards outside.

A few bodyguards looked at one another, dumbfounded; one of them, determination in his eyes, picked up the fruit knife and aimed for his own pinky finger.

Another one, lowering his voice, hurriedly stopped him, “Have you gone mad?

He’s gone in now; we could just run away.”

“Let go,” the first bodyguard shook off his companion, “A cut-off finger can be reattached, but if he finds out we didn’t do it, it might not be as simple as just one finger.”

The rest of the bodyguards, taking this to heart, nodded in agreement.

Though the fruit knife was not very sharp, in the hands of these strong bodyguards, cutting off a finger was not much of a hurdle.

Within only two minutes’ time, every bodyguard was clutching their left hand tightly, casting fearful glances at the door to Lin Mengxue’s room.

They silently swore in their hearts that they would never come here again in their lives and would leave Qingshan City immediately.

Severing fingers—a reminder they hadn’t forgotten from Su Xuan—they actually picked up mops and cleaned every trace of blood and urine in the hallway before painfully lifting the half-dead Wang Meng and fleeing like madmen.

As for what the bodyguards did, Su Xuan didn’t care at all.

Right now, he was comfortably lying in bed, holding a soft embrace full of fragrance.

Compared to fighting and killing, this was the life he had longed for.

“Su Xuan, can you just hold me like this?

I’m really scared, scared that you’ll leave me again,” Lin Mengxue said, her entire body clinging to Su Xuan like an octopus, her limbs tightly hooked around him, allowing their bodies to make the most extensive contact possible.

Feeling Lin Mengxue’s unique body fragrance and the softness that was characteristic of a woman’s body, along with the subtle friction of her chest against him, Su Xuan’s spirit was excited to the extreme, and that certain place of his began to engorge rapidly.

However, Su Xuan also understood that Lin Mengxue had just been frightened and it certainly wasn’t the right time to do the deed they both desired.

Suppressing his improper thoughts, he held Lin Mengxue’s delicate body and whispered, “Mengxue, just sleep well.

I’ll never leave you again.”

Having worried about Su Xuan all night, Lin Mengxue, perhaps truly tired, or perhaps too comfortable in Su Xuan’s chest, fell into a deep sleep before long.

However, Su Xuan was somewhat agitated.

He noticed a certain engorged part of him stubbornly erect, at just the right angle between Lin Mengxue’s two snow-white thighs.

Though it didn’t reach its final destination, the softness of her feminine body and the tight rift between her thighs still gave him an unprecedented sense of comfort.

One could say that this was the closest Su Xuan had ever been to his goal, but he understood in his heart that what Lin Mengxue needed most now was rest and care.

For a normal man, the situation was undeniably torturous.

Under the dual assault of his self-discipline and the strong physical stimulation, Su Xuan truly felt exhausted.

Seeing Lin Mengxue sleeping peacefully with a happy expression, he felt an inexplicable sense of fulfillment in his heart.

He didn’t know how much time had passed, but when his spirit grew exceedingly weary from the torment, he also fell into a deep sleep while holding Lin Mengxue.

There is an affection called the wish to simply hold you quietly in my arms, to do nothing else.

This sleep was deep for both of them until a high-pitched scream awoke them.

“Ah, you two…

actually…

Both Su Xuan and Lin Mengxue woke up at the same time to see a pretty face filled with astonishment holding a set of keys—it was Lin Mengru.

“Mengru, you’re back,” Lin Mengxue said groggily at first, then turning to see herself and Su Xuan entwined like octopuses, she hurriedly pushed him away, her face flushed as she stammered, “Mengru, it’s really not what you think.”

“Sister, I know everything, there’s no need to explain,” Lin Mengru’s face gradually calmed down.

Just as Lin Mengxue and Su Xuan heaved a sigh of relief, Lin Mengru’s face darkened again, her anger directed at Su Xuan: “Tell me, you jerk, did you sneak in when my sister was asleep?”

“Oh my, what is this girl thinking,” Su Xuan felt his head spinning, “Why would I do such a thing?

I only came in to comfort your sister.”

“Nonsense.” Lin Mengru never cared about her image in front of Su Xuan: “You’ve done this before.

When my sister and I were asleep, you would always sneak in between us, not only touching my sister there but one time even pushing me off the bed.”

Su Xuan marveled at Lin Mengru’s memory.

How could she remember such things so clearly after so many years?

“You were underdeveloped back then; of course, I wouldn’t touch you.

If you let me touch you now, I wouldn’t object,” Su Xuan said with all seriousness.

Lin Mengru instinctively looked down, her face turning red before immediately paling: “You jerk, rogue, get back to your room right now, or I’m calling the police!”

Su Xuan felt more wronged than Dou E and, not wanting to embarrass Lin Mengxue, reluctantly got up.

“Ahem, it’s really nothing, I better go back to my room.” Su Xuan’s face turned red, fleeing to his room like a thief.

“Hahaha, seriously, you’re so old and still wet the…” Lin Mengru stopped mid-sentence as she realized something wasn’t right.

As an adult, although she hadn’t “eaten pork,” she definitely had seen pigs run.

Then, with a suspicious, complicated look on her face, she turned to Chen Mengxue: “Sister, you two didn’t really do that, did you?”

“What are you thinking, little girl?

Sister was almost killed by Wang Meng just now.

It was Su Xuan who saved me.

He came over to keep me company because he saw how scared I was,” Lin Mengxue reprimanded with a glare at her sister: “I need to go to the bathroom and take care of myself.”