"Who am I? Where am I from? What is this place? No... Don't kill me!"
Ye Chen struggled, rolling from the bed to the floor, landing headfirst with a harsh impact against the floor, his mouth in close contact with the ground.
"Damn it!" Ye Chen hurriedly got up from the floor, touching the swollen bump on his forehead, broodingly said, "I've had the same dream so many times, damn it, why do I always have the same dream?"
He poured himself a glass of water from the water dispenser and drank it down quickly. It somewhat dispersed the inner oppression. Ye Chen sat on the sofa and began to recall the dream: in the darkness, several black-clothed assassins were constantly chasing him, eventually leading him to fall off a cliff...
During the dream, the face of a seductively beautiful woman always emerged in Ye Hai's mind, her delicate facade made one gulp down saliva continuously. Penetratingly, Ye Chen had been having this same dream for a year.
He sat on the sofa, looking up at the ceiling, his mind still blank, remembering only fragments from two years ago, those being the contents of his dreams: the chase by a group of black-clothed men, along with a seductively faced woman.
Unknowingly, it was already six in the morning, the dawn quietly rising.
Ye Chen glanced outside the window, then put on a knockoff Adidas tracksuit, and ran several laps in the community garden. With his body soaked in sweat, he entered the house at seven in the morning, planning to shower, change clothes, and go out for breakfast.
As soon as Ye Chen entered the house, he immediately sensed a bizarre aura. Over a year of life on the run had sharpened his senses. He furrowed his brows, slowly raising his right foot, lightly tapping it on the ground. His sharp eyes swept acutely around the room, checking the sofa, chairs, and under the bed—it seemed everything was very quiet. Ye Chen slightly relaxed his vigilance, his right heel touching down, and his left foot gently stepping forward, each step extremely slow and significant.
Danger...
Ye Chen's sixth sense suddenly tightened like a finely drawn string! Suddenly, a streak of white light flashed overhead. Ye Chen hardly thought before diving forward, rolling on the spot, and pulling out two military daggers from his waist, ready in front of him.
"Is it you?!" Ye Chen's eyes widened.
Before him, a woman clad entirely in black leather stood coldly not far away on the ground, her hands tightly clutching a narrow half-moon curved blade, frowning deeply, her beautiful eyes staring coldly at Ye Chen.
The black leather outlined the woman's figure dramatically, accentuating her curves. The leather collar stood high, partially concealing her flush lips, and beneath two curved willow eyebrows were eyes cold as millennia-old ice, giving off an exceptionally chilling aura.
Despite being wrapped in black leather, the woman's flaming figure was not hidden at all. Instead, the presence of leather made her all the more irresistibly alluring, her long, straight legs, and round, perky buttocks on full display, showcasing this woman's charm.
In the eyes of any man, she was the epitome of irresistible beauty, the kind of woman who made men's eyes go bloodshot at first sight, as they wished they could stick their eyeballs onto her; people who saw her for the first time generally ignored her face because her figure was too hot and eye-catching.
Frankly speaking, besides having an exceptional figure, this woman's appearance could also be considered top-notch. She might not be stunningly beautiful, but with big eyes, a delicate nose, and cherry lips, even someone as picky as Ye Chen could not deny her beauty.
"Hmph, you still remember me? I thought you had already forgotten!" The woman's red lips parted slightly, and her icy eyes nearly shot out two sharp swords to kill Ye Chen. The look in her eyes alone revealed the depth of her hatred for Ye Chen.
"I'm saying, Yao Yue, you've been chasing me for a year now, is it really necessary?" Ye Chen sighed bitterly, his hands tightly gripping the dagger, and said depressingly, "I've already said it was a misunderstanding, a huge misunderstanding!"
"Damn it!" Yao Yue glared at him furiously and said, "Ye Chen, let me tell you, making excuses is useless! The only end for someone who took advantage of me is death!"
With that, Yao Yue's elastic legs kicked fiercely, and her whole being turned into a shadow and rushed towards Ye Chen. As a white figure flashed, sparks flew in the dim room. Ye Chen dared not meet her head-on, for Yao Yue's double scimitar technique was truly exceptional. Even with Ye Chen's high skill, he could not withstand Yao Yue's long scimitar. After several dodges, he nearly got hit by Yao Yue's curved blade.
"Stop!" Ye Chen roared as he leapt into the air, falling to his knees on the ground, panting and glaring at Yao Yue. He shouted angrily, "If you continue to relentlessly pursue me like this, don't blame me for being rude!"
"Hmph, if you have the guts, don't hide like a coward; if you are a man, stand up and fight me fairly!" Yao Yue glared back at Ye Chen. Her flowing hair was slightly disheveled due to the fierce battle, and fine beads of sweat appeared on her smooth, fair forehead. A few strands of hair stuck to the beads of sweat, adding an extra hint of allure to the hot and tempting Yao Yue.
"Don't think I won't dare!" Ye Chen glared back at her, veins popping on his arms, sweat sliding down; after a morning run and such an intense battle, he was gasping like an ox, his eyes bloodshot as if he would devour Yao Yue the next moment.
"Come on! Let's see how you escape this time!" Yao Yue didn't say another word and lunged at him once more.
This time, Ye Chen decided not to dodge anymore. He was determined to teach this ignorant girl a harsh lesson. His gaze sharpened, he quickly stepped back two steps, grabbed a wooden stool with one hand, and fiercely threw it at Yao Yue.
Yao Yue, fearless, gripped her scimitar tightly, a push forward stance with her blade, a flash of white light, and the wooden stool immediately turned into splinters. Ye Chen's eyes shifted, his body pressed against the wall, he flew up; a stretch, a point, a stab — each move was exquisitely executed...
The situation changed in an instant; the wooden stool acted as a lure, drawing Yao Yue's attention; continuous retreating and dodging made Yao Yue let down her guard. Ye Chen's sudden attack was as fast as lightning, striking like a ghost, thrusting directly towards Yao Yue's abdomen.
Yao Yue was startled, forcibly changing her posture mid-air...
Rip...
The sound of leather being slashed by a dagger.
Yao Yue was taken aback, swinging her scimitar in an upward slash toward Ye Chen who was closing in fast. The scimitar was an ideal weapon for close combat, so she had to seize this chance to take Ye Chen down.
Ye Chen, whose initial strike had missed, quickly retreated. A dagger against a scimitar was undoubtedly lethal. Thus, he decided to widen the distance, waiting for another opportunity. Once he stabilized his stance, he was suddenly dumbstruck, for he saw a dazzlingly white jewel-like charm at Yao Yue's chest.
Damn it…
Ye Chen involuntarily gasped in cold air. This time, he'd really done it big. He hadn't expected that his last strike would slice through Yao Yue's leather coat and the inner blouse, revealing a patch of pale, delicate skin, smooth as pearls, topped with a bright red cherry. Even with his strong self-control, Ye Chen couldn't resist such naked temptation; his blood surged, boiling hot.
"You…" Yao Yue was startled, and suddenly sensing something amiss when she caught Ye Chen's wolfish gaze, she looked down.
Boom…
It was as if a bright flash of lightning had streaked through her mind, leaving Yao Yue dazed and her thoughts blank.
"Ah!!!" A shrill scream tore through the skies.
Dash!
The only thought in Ye Chen's mind was, "When all else fails, retreat!" He hurriedly jumped out from the windowsill. The apartment wasn't tall, just the second floor, about six or seven meters high, and below was a soft lawn. A roll helped lessen the impact of his fall, and without looking back, Ye Chen dashed straight toward the exit of the complex, not even bothering to take his old Oto.
"Damn it, don't you run!" Yao Yue's face twisted in fury, her beautiful eyes burning with anger. She grabbed a bedsheet to wrap around herself and immediately followed the direction of Ye Chen's escape.
On the street, a bizarre scene unfolded. A woman wrapped in a bedsheet, one hand holding the sheet and the other wielding a scimitar, was frantically yelling. Ahead was a man in Adidas sportswear, occasionally glancing back.
"Are they lovers, perhaps?"
"Damn, probably a john who didn't pay after the deed. Such men deserve to be killed! Why hire a prostitute if you can't pay?"
"Nah, I figure the guy dumped the gal, so she's chasing him wildly!"
Onlookers stopped to watch, various rumors rapidly spreading.
"Damn it, stop running if you dare!" Yao Yue pursued relentlessly.
"Damn, you think I'm stupid, standing still to let you chop me?" Ye Chen ran desperately, continuously knocking down whatever obstacles he could create. Who knew what would happen if she caught him. Maybe she'd 'love' him before killing him, but the chances of that were ridiculously slim. From what Ye Chen knew about her, he'd probably be chopped into eighteen pieces.
"Are you even a man!" Yao Yue's internal fury distorted her face, but her pace never slowed. The obstacles Ye Chen created did nothing to hinder Yao Yue's chasing speed.
"Damn it, I really didn't mean it last time!" As Yao Yue almost caught up, Ye Chen shouted desperately.
"Bastard, stop! Stop running!" Yao Yue was relentless.
"Lady, I beg you, it really wasn't intentional last time!" After hundreds of meters of frantic running, Ye Chen's speed still couldn't outpace Yao Yue, and the distance between them gradually closed.
"If you run again, I'll break your third leg!" Yao Yue roared, almost catching up. The scimitar in her hand gripped tightly, ready to deliver a fatal blow, her beautiful eyes narrowed into a slit, the scimitar slowly raised.
"No, don't! Sister, aunt, granny. Ah no, dear granny!" Ye Chen kept shouting, his face drastically changing; he had no illusions that Yao Yue would show any mercy. His instinct to survive spurred him to an even greater speed.
"Damn it, stop!" Seeing Ye Chen speeding up, Yao Yue was filled with fury, bellowing in anger.
Beep beep...
A small car dashed out from a road on the right, Ye Chen startled, cursed inwardly for his bad luck. Facing the oncoming car, he had no choice but to jump towards the hood, covering his head with his hands. The force was strong, but luckily, Ye Chen timed it right.
Holding his head, Ye Chen rolled from the hood to the trunk, his movements smooth and unslowed. Yao Yue, however, was blocked by the sudden appearance of the car, forced to watch helplessly as Ye Chen crossed the intersection.
"Ha ha… Yao Yue, darling, catch me if you can!" Ye Chen taunted with his hands on his hips, laughing triumphantly across the stream of traffic.
"Damn it, stop running if you dare!" Yao Yue's face darkened, a tint of livid blue coloring her otherwise pale face.
The bedsheet attracted the attention of passersby. Yao Yue's initial rage had cooled slightly, knowing her ambush plan had failed once again. She trembled with anger, teeth gritted. This bastard, who had taken full advantage of her a year ago, now dared to flaunt himself before her. If she caught him, she'd definitely arrange for several Feng Jies to violently 'love' him before cutting off his manhood and sending him to Thailand for a sex change operation.
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