The gaze, tinged with faint resentment and pity, held a spark of alluring disturbance. Yang Yi took a deep breath; he knew this was not real, but merely an enchantment—a form of seductive sorcery akin to the snake-charming arts practiced in Tibet within the sphere of traditional Chinese martial arts.
“Hmph!” Yang Yi scoffed, his body suddenly vibrating with energy. He smiled, watching the female ninja dressed in scant ninja attire with interest.
A flicker of surprise crossed the female ninja's eyes. Suddenly, a strange curve touched her lips, and she rose to her feet, saying, “As expected of the Dragon Lord of the Black God Gang, you actually resisted my enchantment!”
“Oh?” Yang Yi showed a slight surprise. He hadn't expected this female ninja's Mandarin to be so fluent. “It seems you are not entirely simple!”
“Brother Yi, should we kill her?” Murong Lianxue asked, pouting her slightly pale face.
“En, Lianxue, step back for a moment. She’s mine, Brother Yi’s!” Yang Yi smiled indulgently at Murong Lianxue. He glanced at the female ninja.
The female ninja’s face instantly fell, her expression turning lethal as she stared at Yang Yi. She drew a small dagger from her waist, and with a whoosh, her figure moved with blinding speed and spectral grace, closing the distance to Yang Yi in an instant.
“Bang!” The clash of weapon against weapon instantly created a sound that raised the hairs on one's neck.
“Not bad! You managed to withstand my full-force strike!” The female ninja grinned eerily, then threw her entire body into Yang Yi’s embrace.
Yang Yi swayed slightly, but dared not relax for an instant in his heart. This woman was like a rose covered in thorns. It had to be admitted that she possessed considerable allure, and her figure was undeniably fiery, but seeing her suddenly ease her force and throw herself into his arms, he secretly cursed, Damn it, this woman dares to openly seduce me?
With that thought, Yang Yi offered no courtesy. He shifted his stance, one arm wrapping around her waist, while the other swiftly darted toward her chest. But this was only superficial; after all, this woman was no amateur. After a momentary blush, a cold glint flashed in her eyes, and she swiftly kicked forward with one foot.
“Thump!” Yang Yi blocked the blow, frowning. This woman’s offensive power was formidable. He felt a searing sensation spread across the back of his hand. He sneered inwardly, a devilishly charming smile playing on his lips, and blew a puff of warm air near the ninja’s ear.
“Mmm!” The woman gave a soft moan, but immediately thrust her small dagger backward.
Yang Yi, having anticipated such a move, couldn't possibly fail to evade such an attack. Yet, at this moment, the two of them seemed caught in a strange intimacy. If an outsider were standing there, they might ask, Are they dancing? What kind of dance is this? A close-contact dance?
Though it looked like a dance, it was rife with hidden killing intent. Neither gave way, and every movement, every posture was intensely powerful and charged. What lay beneath it all, perhaps only the two of them knew.
“Bad man, don't be so rough! Hmm?” The female ninja let out a light hum, then spun around and delivered a fierce punch.
Yang Yi smirked. This woman had been trying to seduce him since the beginning, yet her attacks were potent. He raised his hand and met her punch with equal force. “Bang!”
“Ptooey!” The female ninja spat out another mouthful of blood. After creating distance from Yang Yi, she looked at him with a lingering, mournful gaze, as if—truly—something significant had just occurred.
Yang Yi took a deep breath and said coldly, “If you still think those little charms have any effect on me, then I won't hesitate to kill you!”
“Oh ho! You have quite the bold tone, but I like it!” Although the female ninja’s words were provocative, a faint seriousness overlaid her expression. For some inexplicable reason, a thought surfaced in her mind: Perhaps he truly can help me.
Yang Yi watched her, wondering what she was contemplating. Without hesitation, he drew his soft sword. Crack! The soft sword immediately hardened. Whoosh! With a subtle shift in his body, he prepared to strike the female ninja.
“Wait!” the female ninja suddenly called out.
“Hm?” Yang Yi looked at her in confusion, unsure what this woman was planning now.
“I’m not fighting anymore!” Seeing Yang Yi’s bewildered expression, the female ninja couldn't help but purse her lips and smile.
“Ah?”
“Don't ‘ah’ me, I said, I’m not fighting!” The female ninja addressed Yang Yi with a resentful tone.
“…………”
Yang Yi shook his head speechlessly, looking at this female ninja, feeling utterly helpless, yet maintaining his usual smile. “What exactly do you mean by that?”
The female ninja smiled faintly, looked at Yang Yi, and said, “I want to strike a deal with you. Are you interested?”
“A deal?” Yang Yi frowned, staring at her dumbfounded.
It wasn't just him; even Murong Lianxue looked exceedingly perplexed. Just moments ago, she was an enemy, and now she had instantly transformed into a businesswoman?
Confusion—confusion reigned!
“Can we find a place to talk? Of course, I can help you save your friend who is in the car!”
“Then you have to tell me what the deal is first!”
The female ninja took a deep breath, a trace of hatred flashing in her eyes. “Have you ever heard of the Miyamoto Family?”
“The Miyamoto Family?” Yang Yi’s brows furrowed tighter. He felt this woman was becoming increasingly mysterious. He paused, pondering something in his mind, glancing toward Han Zhong in the distant car. “Fine, but you must help me save him first!”
“Good, no problem, as long as you agree to talk to me!” The female ninja smiled faintly. After speaking, she pulled a grayish pill from her bodice. “This is the antidote for that poisoned dart. Just let him swallow it.”
Crack! Yang Yi caught the antidote the woman handed over, examined it briefly, and then told Murong Lianxue, “Lianxue, go save Uncle Han!”
“Mm!” Murong Lianxue replied softly.
“Hehe, you are quite cautious,” the female ninja chuckled.
“Of course, I’m always careful with women, especially women like you!” Yang Yi sneered inwardly. This woman was truly not simple, not only because of her own skill, but because she had so easily mentioned the Miyamoto Family. In Japan, few people dared to speak of the Miyamoto Family, and even members wouldn't easily reveal anything about the clan outside. This was a famous rule within the Miyamoto Family; the fact that she mentioned it so casually indicated how extraordinary the situation was.
Meanwhile, Murong Lianxue pouted her little mouth, glanced at the grayish pill, and then placed it into the mouth of Han Zhong, whose face was nearly purple. She tapped his chest lightly, and Han Zhong swallowed it.
After a short while, Han Zhong slowly opened his eyes. Seeing the surprised Murong Lianxue, he asked, “Lianxue, I…”
“Uncle Han, you’re fine now!” Murong Lianxue asked sweetly.
“Uh!” Han Zhong sat up. “Huh? I’m alright?”
“Brother Yi, Uncle Han is fine!”
Hearing Murong Lianxue’s voice, Yang Yi secretly breathed a sigh of relief. If anything had happened to Han Zhong, he would have been devastated and ashamed to face his grandfather, as Han Zhong had been Old Master Yang’s trusted butler for many years.
“Now you can believe me, right? Shall we find a place to talk?” the female ninja asked with a faint smile.
“Follow me!” Yang Yi said indifferently and walked toward the car.
############################################# “Damn, the boss hasn’t been back this long, could something have happened?” Xu Ming said, his face full of worry.
But the moment he spoke, he drew two gazes filled with palpable menace. Seeing Lin Fatty and Ye Xiaohou glare at him, Xu Ming couldn't help but ask, “What?”
“Damn it, can you stop talking so much?” Ye Xiaohou, seeing that Xu Ming still didn't grasp their meaning, looked at him in exasperation and subtly gestured with his head toward Li Qian and Xia Shiyun.
“Uh!” Xu Ming understood, and sheepishly scratched his head. After all, he was adding fuel to the fire; the two sister-in-laws beside them were already worried sick.
“Idiot!” Lin Fatty scorned him with a curse.
“Damn… Second Brother…”
Before Xu Ming could finish, the door flew open. Yang Yi walked in, leading the woman in the ninja attire, followed naturally by Murong Lianxue and Han Zhong.
“Holy crap!” Lin Fatty and the others reacted with immediate alertness, staring intently at the female ninja.
“It’s fine, she’s not an enemy!”
“Yi!” Li Qian and Xia Shiyun rushed to Yang Yi’s side. “Are you alright?”
“I’m fine, hehe. Sorry to worry you.” Yang Yi smiled faintly. He glanced at Xia Shiyun and Li Qian, then added, “You two go wait in my room first!”
“Mm!” Li Qian and Xia Shiyun both blushed slightly, seemingly finding Yang Yi’s suggestion a bit suggestive.
“Damn, my boss is truly awesome.”
“Damn, Brother Yi is awesome this time, he’s aiming for a double-up?”
“Damn, an idol!”
The three shameless fellows had nothing but lewd thoughts swirling in their minds, their eyes fixed meaningfully on Yang Yi. When Yang Yi felt their gazes, he was internally exasperated and scornfully said, “You three, be careful, or I might just send you outside next!”
“Uh, well… haha.” The three chuckled awkwardly at the same time. “The night is truly beautiful today!”