"Why is Qin Yan here?"
Li Dong furrowed his brows in thought. He was no stranger to Qin Yan; the young man had risen to fame early, showing the potential to become a strategic-class superhuman. At the time, Sister Lan Yan was already the pinnacle of the Enhancement-type superhumans, and anyone in that category aspiring to reach the next level would come to the base for training.
Qin Yan was no exception; he had even become a candidate for Tang Lan Yan's deputy team leader, enjoying a meteoric rise in prominence.
However, Qin Yan possessed an incredibly arrogant and unruly nature. He would frequently injure others and then mock them afterward. It is worth noting that the mountain base boasted excellent facilities; the training room, in particular, had been meticulously designed by Sister Zhi Ran, featuring special elastic flooring capable of withstanding the impact of bullets.
This was a place the team members both loved and hated. They hated it because the safety of the room meant Sister Lan Yan would hold nothing back during training—often pushing them to the point of unconsciousness. Yet, they loved it because it was a space where one trained barefoot.
Tang Lan Yan's feet—fair as fine jade, delicate, slender, and alluring—were a sight that, while often leading to unconsciousness, also vastly boosted morale. The team members trained tirelessly, and not a single one would pass up the chance to spar with her...
Even so, Qin Yan frequently injured his opponents, a testament to the sheer force he used in his attacks.
Furthermore, Qin Yan had challenged Tang Lan Yan multiple times; even after being decisively defeated, he would pick himself up off the ground and charge at her again. What left the deepest impression on Li Dong, however, was the way Qin Yan looked at Sister Lan Yan—his gaze a mix of provocation, fanaticism, and raw desire, as if he wanted to claim her entirely for himself, from the tips of her toes to the strands of her hair. Then there was the time during his amnesia when he had worked alongside Qin Yan; he recalled entrusting Xuetang to Qin Yan's care when they came under attack. Seeing the current situation—with Qin Yan appearing here—it was highly likely he was connected to the mastermind behind it all. Hadn't entrusting Xuetang to him back then been tantamount to delivering a lamb into the tiger's maw?
Li Dong's heart skipped a beat, and an inexplicable emotion stirred within him—a mix of regret over his own carelessness and negligence, coupled with a strange, tingling sensation. As he imagined what might have befallen Xuetang, a sharp pang of anguish pierced his heart, yet that peculiar sensation only intensified.
Li Dong shook his head, striving to cast off this odd feeling, yet his mind only spiraled further into a web of anxious thoughts.
What was Xuetang doing now?
If she had truly been... why hadn't anyone told him?
And what about Yutang? He hadn't gone to look for her—where was she now?
For a moment, he felt utterly distraught, his mind in turmoil. In truth, Li Dong did not realize that his agitation stemmed not merely from Shen Weiwei's coercion, witnessing Tang Lanyan's plight, or worrying about Xuetang's fate; it was largely influenced by his dreams.
No matter how vivid the sensations in a dream might be, the memories themselves are like the tide on a beach—receding bit by bit until they vanish without a trace. Naturally, he could no longer recall what he had seen in those dreams. He had been having them frequently of late, yet upon waking, he could never quite grasp those heart-wrenching memories.
All that remained was a lingering sense of powerlessness and an inexplicable, bittersweet ache... Over time, even the purity of his innocent heart began to be affected. What he didn't realize was that Jiang Hua had been orchestrating this for a long time; the moment he touched that statue-like figure, the outcome was all but sealed.
Li Dong, his mind in turmoil and shaking his head, suddenly locked eyes with Shen Weiwei. She seemed privy to many hidden details, yet when he opened his mouth, he found himself at a loss for words—could he really expect Shen Weiwei to selflessly reveal everything to him?
Just then, a shift in the situation on the field caught his attention, interrupting his thoughts.
Qin Yan emerged from the chariot corridor and tore off his shirt, revealing a physique of lean, powerful muscle.
His muscles, taut and healthy with a faint bronze hue, were undeniably superior to Li Dong's current state; the physical toll of a years-long slumber could not be easily undone.
While tearing off one's shirt was a common move for "Enhancement-type" superhumans—especially for someone like Qin Yan, who wielded both Enhancement abilities and Fire-attribute *Qi*—his next action left Li Dong completely baffled.
After ripping off his shirt, Qin Yan stripped off his trousers. Instantly, a thick, engorged, and rock-hard member sprang free—briefly snagging on his underwear—and swung menacingly in the air.
He wore a composed expression, clearly well-rested and brimming with energy—a stark contrast to Sister Lan Yan's state of utter exhaustion.
His eyes roved over Sister Lan Yan with brazen lust, as if she were a prize catch driven into a corner, ripe for the taking. As for Sister Lan-Yan, her attention seemed instantly captivated the moment that massive cock was whipped out. Li Dong, possessing keen eyesight, clearly observed her body tense up instinctively at the sight; the muscles of her slender waist and shapely, pear-like buttocks tightened visibly.
It was the reaction of someone facing a formidable adversary—a sight that astonished Li Dong. After all, Sister Lan-Yan possessed a resolute spirit that rivaled any man's; even in a public bathhouse filled with shirtless men, she would never be flustered by the sight of naked male bodies.
Yet now, it seemed she was more focused on that swaying, oversized cock than on the threat posed by Qin Yan himself.
Qin Yan, in contrast, appeared composed as he slowly closed the distance toward Tang Lan-Yan. Li Dong noticed that, despite being stark naked, Qin Yan was still clutching something in his hand.
Qin Yan stopped only when he was close enough for their breaths to mingle against her naked body. He was tall—towering half a head above her—yet she did not retreat a single step. She held her head high, her simple ponytail—tied back with nothing more than a strip of cloth—lifting slightly; her ink-black hair framed a long, smooth, snow-white neck, while the translucent fairness of her skin gave her an air of striking vitality.
Sister Lan-Yan was breathing heavily; her full, firm, and perky breasts rose and fell with each breath. She was glistening with sweat, as if she had just emerged from the water, giving her satin-smooth skin a lustrous, oily sheen that made it look exceptionally radiant and soft. As her chest rose and fell with her breathing, her rosy, bud-like nipples seemed almost to brush against Qin Yan's solid frame.
The two locked eyes for a moment; the atmosphere seemed to freeze. It felt as though Sister Lan-Yan was seizing the chance to steady her breathing and regain her strength, while Qin Yan—acting with the unhurried confidence of a cunning jackal toying with its prey—seemed to have an ace up his sleeve.
Seeing that Tang Lan-Yan remained completely unshaken, Qin Yan clicked his tongue and said, "My dear Captain, do you really think you still have a chance?"
"This place is like a vast, woven net; there is no escape for you now."
"Why won't you just surrender? Are you still counting on that 'Martial God'—whoever knows where he's hiding—to come and save you?"
Qin Yan's tone was mocking. Tang Lan-Yan merely glanced at him and spoke softly, "Xiao Dong is far better than you. At the very least, no matter the circumstances, he would never become someone else's lackey."