"Where can I vent some frustration, huh?"
After leaving the Qiao Family, Lu Ping wandered aimlessly.
Roar roar roar...
Not far ahead, three cars sped towards him, with two black cars relentlessly chasing the red one in the front.
Bang!
Suddenly, a tire on the red car burst violently, and it crashed into the roadside, followed by an immediate halt of the black cars.
Then, seven or eight burly men in black jumped out, surrounding the red car completely.
Two women got out of the red car; the one exiting from the back seat was dressed in a red skirt. With both looks and figure, she was top-notch, not falling short even when compared to Qiao Ziyan.
The woman coming from the driver's seat had short hair, looking very capable, presumably the assistant of the woman in the red dress.
"Who are you? What do you want to do? Do you know who we are?"
The short-haired woman shielded the woman in the red dress and glared at the burly men in black.
The leader of the burly men sneered, "To be honest, we're from Black Kill. Someone paid us to kidnap her!"
"Miss, run quickly!"
The short-haired woman's face changed drastically as she confronted the assassins, but was quickly knocked to the ground.
The woman in the red dress also couldn't escape and was surrounded by the group of killers.
"Broad daylight, and there are assassins kidnapping someone in the street? And a woman at that?"
Lu Ping frowned and approached from behind the group.
"Kid, who are you? At Black Kill, we don't leave any survivors!"
The killers turned to see Lu Ping, drew their daggers without hesitation, and lunged at him to kill.
"I'll just vent on you guys then," Lu Ping said with a cold laugh as he stepped forward to meet them.
Bang bang bang bang...
In the blink of an eye, a series of muffled sounds were heard. The six or seven assassins charging at Lu Ping were simultaneously sent flying backward with screams, falling to the ground with blood gushing from their mouths, all fainting away.
"So weak? And you call yourselves assassins?"
Lu Ping looked at the remaining leader of the killers, muttering to himself, feeling unsatisfied.
"Damn it, who are you? Don't come any closer! If you dare take one more step forward, I'll kill this Ning woman!"
The lead assassin's complexion changed drastically as he pressed his dagger against the neck of the woman in the red dress, saying furiously.
"You want to kill her? Think you can manage it?" Lu Ping smiled and stepped down hard on the ground.
Whoosh!
A dagger that had fallen to the ground suddenly flew into Lu Ping's hand.
"Kid, you must be that Ning woman's bodyguard, right?"
"Stab yourself with the dagger right now, or else, I'll slit your master's throat!"
The lead assassin pressed the dagger harder, creating a shallow cut on the neck of the woman in the red dress. Just a bit more pressure, and it could sever her carotid artery!
"You want me to stab myself? Have you lost your mind? On what basis do you think I'll be threatened by you?"
Lu Ping was casually twirling the dagger in his hand.
"Don't mess around, don't provoke him! Do as he says, otherwise, he really might hurt the miss!"
The short-haired woman, seeing the situation, urgently shouted at Lu Ping.
"What if I say, I actually don't care if he hurts your miss? I'm simply looking to blow off some steam. Would you believe that?"
Lu Ping smiled at the short-haired woman.
"What? You bastard!" The short-haired woman was stunned and angry.
"What the hell are you..." The lead killer was also taken aback and roared at Lu Ping.
Whoosh!
But the next second, Lu Ping suddenly raised and threw the dagger in his hand with lightning speed, piercing the chest of the lead assassin in a flash.
Thump!
The lead assassin fell to the ground, eyes wide open, alive or dead unknown.
"Are you alright?" Lu Ping walked over and addressed the red-dressed woman still in shock.
"Miss, how are you?"
The short-haired woman also hurried over, kicking the lead assassin away.
"I'm fine... it's over..."
The woman in the red dress took a deep breath, her beautiful eyes turning to Lu Ping, "Sir, thank you for saving my life. May I know your esteemed name? I will surely repay you."
"My name is Lu Ping. Don't worry about repaying me; saving you was just incidental. I was mainly looking to vent," Lu Ping waved his hand dismissively.
"You're... Lu Ping?"
The woman in the red dress, upon hearing Lu Ping's name, seemed a little surprised, and her beautiful eyes sparkled.
"What? You know me too?"
Lu Ping thought to himself that this woman couldn't possibly know the imposter with the same name and looks as him, associated with the Qiao sisters.
"No, I don't know you."
The red-dressed woman hesitated, then shook her head, and extended her hand, "Let me introduce myself. My name is Ning Youwei. This is my assistant, Su Jie."
"You? Wei?"
Lu Ping grasped the woman's hand, his gaze instinctively shifting to her ample chest, "Your name is far too... modest, isn't it?"
If this level is considered 'you' and 'wei,' then which woman would dare to call herself mature and large?
The woman glanced at her chest, no hint of a blush on her face. Instead, she thrust her chest forward, still holding Lu Ping's hand without letting go, and raised her head to look at him with a smiling gaze.
As Ning Youwei didn't let go, Lu Ping was even less inclined to. Her hand was soft and boneless, smooth as jade, warm and delicate, and so fragile it seemed it could break with a blow—a feeling truly irresistible, hard to let go of.
"Handsome Lu Ping, I'm worried that those assassins might have accomplices. Could you take me home, please?" Ning Youwei suddenly asked.
Lu Ping reluctantly let go of her hand; he had nowhere else to be, and with the mentality of seeing things through to the end, he agreed.
Afterward, Su Jie stayed behind to handle the aftermath, while Lu Ping accompanied Ning Youwei into the car.
Fifteen minutes later, the car arrived at an upscale villa community and stopped in front of a luxurious villa.
"Would you like to come in and sit for a while?" Ning Youwei invited.
"Sure," Lu Ping didn't refuse.
Once inside the villa, Ning Youwei said, "It looks like you've worked up quite a sweat. Why not have a shower?"
Lu Ping was indeed quite sweaty, mainly due to his earlier exertions in Qiao Ziyan's bed.
But now, to take a shower as soon as he stepped into Ning Youwei's house?
Wouldn't that be somewhat inappropriate?
"I..." Lu Ping was about to decline.
"I need to shower too. Let's do it together," Ning Youwei added.