"Snap!"
The sound of a dislocated joint is crisp and piercing!
Zhou Yang moved with lightning speed, pinching his tiger's mouth with two fingers and twisting it gently.
The man's right arm instantly dangled like a limp rope, his face contorted in pain, and a scream pierced the air!
The two people next to them were shocked to see this, but it was too late to stop the momentum.
The second wooden stick swept across, and Zhou Yang grabbed it with his backhand, twisting the opponent's arms behind his back, resulting in two more dislocation sounds!
The third thug was dumbfounded and instinctively tried to escape, but Zhou Yang caught up with him in one step and grabbed his shoulder like a pair of pincers.
With a clever flick of his wrist, he gasped and fell to his knees.
The four men clutched their arms and groaned in pain, sweating profusely and their lips turning purple. Two of them even wet their pants on the spot.
The man with the buzz cut only realized what was happening at the last minute. He had intended to take advantage of the chaos to launch a sneak attack and strike from behind with a stick.
However, as soon as he took a step, he felt a sudden, heavy blow to the back of his knee—
"Thump!"
Before he could even understand what was happening, he had already knelt down on the ground.
Immediately afterwards, a piercing pain shot from his knee straight to his head, almost making him faint.
Several people were hit and kicked so hard that they all knelt down in a row.
The group was dumbfounded as they watched Zhou Yang slowly straighten his cuffs and walk towards them.
He could take on five people all by himself with such ease, and he also possessed that mysterious and unpredictable pressure point technique.
Could they have encountered a descendant of a martial arts family?
Why am I so unlucky!
The five men, like clay bodhisattvas in a temple, all fled in terror, pleading and begging.
"Brother, spare us! We'll never do it again!"
"My little ancestor, we are blind and do not recognize Mount Tai!"
"You're like a living Yama, can we please avoid you from now on?"
Xu Yao stood to the side, dumbfounded.
She had only ever seen this kind of scene in movies, but now it was actually happening right beside her, and the protagonist was none other than her... man?
She couldn't help but clench her fists, her heart pounding as she looked at Zhou Yang.
My God, what an amazing boyfriend!
He's so cool at fighting, rich, and protective of his own... Should I go buy a lottery ticket and try my luck?
Zhou Yang patted his sleeves and sneered disdainfully: "With your level of skill, you dare to try your luck in the underworld? Go home and drink more milk to nourish your brains."
After saying that, he took Xu Yao's small hand and strode towards the open-air parking lot.
The Cullinan sat there quietly, its understated luxury under the dim lights resembling obsidian, attracting the attention of many passersby.
The moment the car door opened, the thugs froze.
The man with the buzz cut stammered, "Holy crap... a Rolls-Royce?"
The blond-haired guy plopped back down on the ground: "My god, isn't this just like the setup in a TV drama...?"
The group looked at each other, feeling a chill run through them.
He's both a fighter and rich; if he really holds a grudge, he can make anyone disappear without a second thought!
Tonight we really kicked a hornet's nest!
With that in mind, how could they dare to stay even a moment longer?
They stumbled and staggered into the depths of the night, supporting each other, looking more pathetic than stray dogs.
...
The Cullinan slowly drove away from the bar district, its engine humming like a sleeping beast.
The car was at a comfortable temperature, with a subtle fragrance, while the girl in the passenger seat was secretly observing the man beside her.
They walked in silence, but the air was filled with a mixture of ambiguity and a sense of security.
Soon, the two arrived at the underground parking garage of the residential complex, and it was nearly midnight when they went upstairs and returned home.
The bathroom was filled with steam. After washing up, Xu Yao changed into a light pink slip dress, looking like a lotus flower in full bloom, her beauty beyond compare.
Meanwhile, Zhou Yang, wearing a loose T-shirt, sat back on the sofa, his eyes burning with intense desire.
The moonlight shone brightly outside the window, and a gentle breeze stirred the gauze curtains. The two sat side by side in front of the French windows in the living room, each holding a glass of water, their silence speaking volumes.
Suddenly—
Xu Yao noticed a burning gaze. She turned her head slightly and met a pair of deep, intense eyes.
Her breathing quickened, and a blush rose to her cheeks: "Why... are you staring at me like that?"
She playfully scolded him, but she wasn't really angry. She just lowered her head shyly and rubbed the tiles with her toes.
"You were amazing today, I'm even a little scared of you..."
Her voice was as soft as a mosquito's buzz, yet it was sweet to the very core of one's being.
The next second, she was pulled into the man's arms.
Chest to chest, their hearts pounded faster and their fluttering bellies were unmistakable.
"Fool, why are you afraid of me? I'm your personal bodyguard."
The two drew closer and closer—their breaths mingled, their breaths intertwined, and then naturally they kissed.
This time, there were no obstacles, no hesitation; it was the most natural intimate embrace and passionate kiss between adult men and women.
After a long while, the two reluctantly separated by a small distance.
The moonlight shone down, outlining the girl's soft curves and illuminating the boy's restrained desires and anxieties.
His Adam's apple bobbed as he cautiously asked, "Um... is that alright?"
These three simple words encapsulate all the expectations and anxieties, as well as a small request.
He wasn't afraid of being rejected, because he was used to being single in his previous life. Although he had impulses, he could always restrain himself.
This life has just begun, it's still brand new and unopened. Although I have a strong urge, I can still resist it.
In short, he's a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle, and he can endure anything!
Sure enough, Xu Yao panicked, her face flushed, she shook her head vigorously, and hesitated to speak.
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