Chapter 262: Your Filthy Hand
Zhang Yang suddenly felt something cold pressing against his chest. Even through his clothes, he could still feel a sharp sting. He lowered his head and saw a flash of cold light.
Tang Qiqi was holding a sharp little knife from who-knows-where, angling it against his chest.
Zhang Yang glanced at her, then grinned as he reached out two fingers, pinched the blade, and shifted it slightly toward his heart. "The blade is barely two inches long, and the heart is over here."
"Are you so sure I won't kill you?" Tang Qiqi wiped her cherry lips—still stained from Zhang Yang's kiss—and asked with clear irritation.
Zhang Yang shrugged and nodded. "There's no killing intent in your eyes."
"Pfft, it's so dark and you can still see whether I have killing intent?"
Zhang Yang smiled. He certainly wasn't going to tell her that if she truly meant to kill him, the Nuwa System would've warned him already. Three Danger Warnings—there was still one unused.
"Alright, alright. If you really want to kill me, at least let me avenge your foster father first, then kill me later, isn't that better?"
"Sounds nice, but in the end you're doing it for yourself." Tang Qiqi looked at the knife in her hand and said through clenched teeth.
"Of course, we're using each other. Plainly speaking, we're on the same pirate ship. Why pull knives and guns? Hurts the harmony."
"If I don't pull a knife, your filthy hand would already be on my chest."
"Your boobs are so full—alright, alright. Sleep, I won't touch you."
"If you're not going to touch me, why are you still holding my waist?"
Upon hearing that, Zhang Yang let go of her tiny waist, turned over, lay to the side, and stretched lazily. "No kicking me again."
"Scoundrel!" Tang Qiqi angrily put away the knife, but she didn't try to kick Zhang Yang off the bed again.
Still, she got up, somehow found a blanket, and tossed it at Zhang Yang.
"Cover yourself with this. And don't you dare have any dirty thoughts…"
Zhang Yang turned around, looked at her, and said nothing.
Tang Qiqi saw his noncommittal expression, grew angrier, puffed up her cherry lips, and reluctantly crawled back into bed, wrapping herself tightly in the quilt and hiding on one side.
"Zhang, let me ask you something…" After who knows how long, Tang Qiqi turned, glanced at Zhang Yang—unsure if he was asleep—and spoke.
"Mm!" Zhang Yang didn't seem to be asleep.
"So many days have passed. Everything you wanted to know from me, you basically know now. What use am I to you? You won't release me, you won't kill me. What exactly are you planning?"
"Didn't I say? Helping you avenge your foster father."
"Please, I'm not an idiot."
"Then I'm using you as bait. Draw out the people from Spade Eight and wipe them out in one go."
"If you really wanted to use me as bait, why drag me all the way here? And with the few people you have, you think you can stop Spade Eight? Bait? More like you're here to die." Tang Qiqi clearly didn't believe him.
"Die? You underestimate me. With just those few Spade Eight members? Unless…"
"Unless what?" Tang Qiqi frowned.
"Unless all of you mobilize at once. Then I might worry a little. But Spade Eight has never done that before, has it?"
Hearing this, Tang Qiqi let out a cold laugh. "To deal with you, there's no need for full mobilization. One sniper is enough…"
"Mm! Fine, then let's wait. I'm tired. Going to sleep…"
"Bastard! Pig! Why are you sleeping—you haven't answered my question!"
"What question?" Zhang Yang turned over and muttered.
Tang Qiqi clenched her fist, wanting to punch this annoying guy, but after thinking, loosened her hand and spoke calmly: "I know you kept me here to save me. But if you feel guilty for taking my body, you really don't need to."
"Didn't I tell you? We're on the same pirate ship now. After all these days, you should understand that our common enemy is Spade Eight. The enemy of my enemy is my friend. You should get that—unless you don't want to avenge your foster father."
"Sleeping…" Zhang Yang mumbled again and actually fell asleep.
Tang Qiqi looked at him, thought for a while, then hugged her quilt and moved even farther away to the other edge of the bed. "This bastard—better sleep to death."
At dawn, Zhang Yang was woken by a piercing scream. He rubbed his eyes and opened them to see Tang Qiqi staring at him furiously, her beautiful eyes practically spitting flames.
"What's wrong? Assassins?"
"You bastard…" Tang Qiqi crossed her arms over her chest, then suddenly went wild—snatching a pillow beside her and smashing it at Zhang Yang.
"Uh…" Only then did Zhang Yang see what she was furious about. At some point, Tang Qiqi's black tight thermal top had been pushed up to her neck, revealing snow-white skin from collarbone to navel. Worse—her bra had come undone. The bra style Xu Danying and the others bought for her was front-open, and now it was wide open. Her two round, proud breasts were completely exposed, rosy tips trembling.
Her jeans were also unbuttoned and unzipped, revealing white lace panties—and even those had been tugged down slightly, exposing a faint black patch. And if one looked carefully, there was even a hint of moisture…
Holy shit—what happened? Was she drugged and violated last night?
"What? What? Did you catch the pervert?" Zhang Yang discreetly swallowed a mouthful of saliva and asked groggily.
"Pervert? YOU are the damn pervert!" Tang Qiqi's face was bright red with fury as she scrambled to fasten her bra again. But her 34C+ chest was too full—pushing and squeezing only made the scene even springier, and Zhang Yang enjoyed the view thoroughly.
"Huh… don't tell me my dream was real?" Zhang Yang only remembered dreaming this morning—dreaming he was touching Tang Qiqi all over. Just before he got all her clothes off and was ready to fight the final battle, a sudden bolt of lightning struck him awake. Ruined the mood!
"Get up! We're leaving." Tang Qiqi was raging. She knew she shouldn't have let this bastard climb into bed. When she woke up, she felt something wrong—like a mountain was pressing on her chest, making her breathless.
After opening her eyes, she almost fainted from anger. That damn pervert had somehow crawled into her blanket and was sleeping in the same quilt. Worse, one hand had pushed her clothes up, removed her bra, and was squeezing her left breast. The other hand was even worse—slipped into her pants, undone her belt and zipper, and invaded her most sensitive forbidden area…
When she woke up, she even found certain parts wet. Clearly, that bastard's hands had been there for a long time—and had definitely done something filthy. Absolutely shameless.
But seeing Zhang Yang's innocent face only made her angrier. She couldn't kill him, she probably couldn't beat him, and she definitely couldn't out-talk him—so she had no way to vent. In the end, she stomped out of bed, washed up furiously, and returned to find Zhang Yang fully dressed and waiting.
"Hmph!" Tang Qiqi snorted. Thinking of that humiliating scene made her want to strangle him.
After a simple breakfast and chatting briefly with Tu Dagen and the dozen elders, Zhang Yang and the others didn't dare stay long. They set off toward Wucun in Gaodeng City. Gaodeng and Shangyan City were in the far south and far north of Southeast Province. Driving between them took at least five to six hours, and with mountain roads, maybe seven or eight.
Not long after leaving Tu Village, they reached the mountain road. It was only about ten kilometers, but it was a single lane. Yesterday, they spent over an hour driving it, and today—leaving early—the entire mountain was covered in heavy fog.
Zhang Yang's Land Rover drove ahead, but soon after entering the mountain road, visibility dropped drastically—to five or six meters at most. With a single lane, "barely moving" wasn't an exaggeration.
"Boss, it won't work. If we keep driving like this, the car might fall straight off the cliff." Lao Yi shouted from behind. The signals along the mountain road from Xiasha Township to Tu Village were terrible, so the two cars had to communicate by yelling.
"Should we wait for the fog to clear?" Tang Qiqi finally spoke. Ever since her shower, aside from greeting the elders, she hadn't spoken a single word to Zhang Yang.
Zhang Yang looked at the fog outside the windshield and frowned. "This fog won't clear anytime soon. Getting to Wucun by tonight might be tough."
Still, he stopped the car. Just as he got out, he noticed something wrong—the tire had been deflated. Slowly, deliberately.
If he hadn't stopped, going downhill later might've killed them.
Just as he thought this, he suddenly heard a crisp gunshot.
"Bang!" A bullet smashed into the spot where he'd just been sitting.
"Bang! Bang!" Two more shots.
"Danger!" Zhang Yang's entire nervous system jolted. These bastards were precise—they had ambushed him here.