44: Chapter 44 One-handed car control, right hand in black stockings!

In the passenger seat, Shen Wanbing finally spoke.

"Strictly speaking, what you just did has a standard name in the business world—leveraged blackmail."

She crossed her legs, and the calf wrapped in ultra-thin black silk swayed gently twice.

"Using near-zero actual cost to create maximum deterrent premium through information asymmetry. Based on your past track record and established brand credit, the opponent automatically filled in the number of bullets in your chamber."

She turned her head to look at Chen Chen.

On that ice-cold face, there was a very slight twitch in her facial muscles.

"Textbook-level risk management. If you had been in finance before you transmigrated, I would have been very happy to hand over the Shen Group's investment department to you."

Chen Chen glanced at her through the rearview mirror.

"Your set of information detection was also quite accurate. Before they even had time to play poor, you had already called out the color of their underwear."

He patted the steering wheel.

"Without your mouth full of data, that Empty Fort Strategy wouldn't have been performed so perfectly."

Shen Wanbing lowered her eyelids.

Her fingers unconsciously turned the blue gemstone of the concentration ice heart necklace on her collarbone.

"That's because you gave me enough principal to work with."

She paused for a beat.

Her gaze passed through the rearview mirror and met Chen Chen's.

"A good blade deserves a good sheath. Your blade is hard enough, and my sheath... is deep enough."

The moment the words left her mouth.

The air in the cabin seemed to hitch.

Shen Wanbing froze first.

That shell of business terminology could no longer cover the things inside.

The concentration of ambiguity in the phrase 'sheath is deep enough' in the current context had overflowed to the point of physiological loss of control.

She abruptly turned her face toward the window.

Her earlobes were flushed red.

In the back row, Shen Wanxing covered her mouth, her shoulders shaking.

She didn't laugh out loud, but she was struggling hard to hold it in.

Jiang Yanxue lowered her head to wipe her blade.

She wiped the same spot six times.

Chen Chen didn't respond.

But his gaze began to wander restlessly.

Shen Wanbing in the passenger seat.

It was the fourth day of their escape.

She hadn't changed out of that high-end black professional suit since the first day.

The two buttons that had burst at the shirt collar could never be restored.

On a physical level, they really couldn't be fastened.

36E.

This number was an open secret in the Jiang City business world before the transmigration.

At the Shen Group's annual meeting, those old fox directors in their forties and fifties, dressed in suits and ties, would toast with Shen Wanbing while their gazes all drifted in the same direction.

At this moment, she was leaning in the passenger seat, scrolling through the trading channel.

The black stiletto on her left foot was half-off, revealing the curve of her arch tightly outlined by the ultra-thin black silk.

Two long legs were crossed and rested under the edge of the dashboard.

Her pencil skirt was rolled up slightly due to her sitting posture, making the edge of the black silk at the base of her thigh faintly visible.

Every time she lowered her head to swipe the virtual panel, the curve at the burst collar rose and fell with her breathing.

It was blindingly white.

The cabin's cold light illuminated every inch of detail without mercy.

Chen Chen's gaze landed there.

Without any concealment, he blatantly looked up from the calf wrapped in black silk, past the knee, swept across the thigh, and finally stopped at the collar.

Back and forth twice.

Shen Wanbing felt it.

She was already used to the feeling of being stared at back in Jiang City.

As the helmsman of the Shen Group, she would be scanned by countless eyes at any event she attended.

But the things carried in those gazes were mostly greed mixed with fear.

She was used to it, so she was immune.

But Chen Chen's gaze was different.

It was an extremely frank, unadorned male scrutiny.

Her breathing became ragged.

Shen Wanbing forced herself to turn her face toward the window.

The Flesh Wasteland was so monotonous it was maddening; she stared at a wriggling fleshy lump for a full five seconds.

Her mind was full of noise.

She cursed herself for being so weak.

Before transmigrating, she had sat in her office on the fifty-seventh floor of the Shen Group headquarters, signing merger contracts worth tens of billions, where it was common for the bankers sitting opposite her to break out in a cold sweat.

Now, after being stared at by a man for a few seconds, her heart rate was out of control?

Her crossed legs unconsciously tightened a bit.

The silk fabric on the inside of her thighs rubbed against each other, making a very faint rustling sound.

This action was originally a subconscious defense.

But in Chen Chen's eyes, the effect was completely the opposite.

Chen Chen's mind was turning to another matter.

The underlying logic of the Hongyan System.

Shen Wanxing's favorability went from Lv.1 to Lv.3, and her entries went from white to gold-purple; the fastest upgrade nodes all happened on the bed in the second-floor suspension pod.

A very simple cause-and-effect relationship.

The most direct and efficient path for the system to determine a "deepening of cause-and-effect" was a physical relationship.

Shen Wanbing's current bond progress was stuck at Lv.3 (52%).

Her entry was the [Daily Supply Blind Box], which had already reached Lv.4. If her favorability could be pushed up another major level, the things opened from the blind box wouldn't just be C-rank Void Construction Modules.

The difficulty of obtaining resources in the wasteland was increasing exponentially.

The red text gap in that A-rank armor blueprint just now was proof.

He needed higher-level supply blind box outputs to offset the upcoming risks of the high-level hunting grounds.

Taking down this hundred-billion-dollar CEO was not just a desire, but the most core survival strategy.

A huge fleshy pit appeared on the ground ahead.

The edges of the pit were rolled with blood-red tissue, at least three meters in diameter.

Chen Chen steered the wheel sharply.

The thirteen-and-a-half-ton vehicle body tilted at a small angle.

Inertia pulled everyone to the left.

Chen Chen's right hand left the steering wheel to shift the gear lever.

When his hand came down, it didn't return to the steering wheel.

It landed on Shen Wanbing's thigh.

The sensation of the black silk transmitted from his palm... extremely smooth.

The muscle lines underneath were tight and full, the result of long-term physical maintenance training.

Heat seeped into his palm through the silk fabric that was so thin it was almost non-existent.

Shen Wanbing's entire body's muscles locked up in the same instant.

From her cervical spine to her tailbone, neural signals were instantly frozen.

She stared out the window, her jawline tightened, teeth biting the inside of her lower lip.

That hand did not move away.

The palm was pressed against the outside of her thigh, and the fingertips drew a circle extremely slowly and lightly on the surface of the stockings.

A breath was caught in Shen Wanbing's throat. She couldn't swallow it, nor could she spit it out.

She should shake it off.

Should.

The helmsman of the Shen Group, the mistress of a hundred-billion-dollar conglomerate.

Before transmigrating, if any man dared to touch her leg, he would see his name on an indictment from the Shen Group's legal department the very next day.

But she still didn't move.

A white mark was pressed into her bitten lower lip by the tips of her teeth.

The Flesh Wasteland outside the window turned into a blurry dark brown mass in her vision.

She couldn't see anything anymore.

Her ears were burning.

Chen Chen's hand rested there obediently.

It didn't seem like deliberate teasing, but more like a declaration.

My hand is here.

Whether you take it away or not is your choice.

Shen Wanbing chose not to take it away.

These three days.

He saved her life, gave her hot meals, gave her a mental recovery necklace, and slowed down the accelerator without saying a word of nonsense when she had a nosebleed.

She was a believer in equal exchange.

The debt would have to be repaid sooner or later.

She just didn't expect that when the first bit of interest was placed before her, her heart would beat so pathetically.

In the back row.

Shen Wanxing tilted her head to look forward.

Starting from Chen Chen's palm resting on her sister's leg, her gaze followed the luster of the black silk upward, all the way to Shen Wanbing's flushed earlobes.

She quietly covered her mouth.

In her moist, light amber pupils, a trace of sweetness that she hadn't even noticed herself flickered past.

So sister couldn't escape either.

In this car, under this man's hand.

No one can escape!!!

This realization gave her a strange sense of peace.

The warmth of shared plight.

On the other half of the back row.

Jiang Yanxue sat cross-legged at the base of the armored wall.

She wiped the Shadow Instant-Kill Blade over and over again.

The blade was so bright it reflected light.

The mirror-like surface clearly reflected the hand resting on the black silk thigh in the front row.

She rolled her eyes.

"Dog of a man."

The voice was extremely light.

So light that even Shen Wanxing sitting next to her didn't hear it.

But at some point, a layer of fine sweat had seeped from her palm holding the hilt.

The warm air in the cabin continued to blow. Constant temperature at twenty-four degrees.

The Flesh Wasteland outside the window stretched out boundlessly.

A few fleshy lumps occasionally bulged on the dark brown ground, then slowly deflated after the RV drove past.

The thirteen-and-a-half-ton mobile heavy fortress rolled over this eerie living wasteland, the heavy machine gun on the roof swaying gently in the wind.

The gun barrel was empty.

The ammunition reading was zero.

The hand of the man behind the steering wheel was placed steadily on the passenger's thigh.

Five hundred meters ahead, the ground of the Flesh Wasteland suddenly rose and fell violently.

A fleshy cyst more than ten meters in diameter burst open, and dark red fluid sprayed more than ten meters high.

From the fluid, a massive arthropod creature covered in compound eyes and blade-like legs crawled out, blocking the middle of the road.

Chen Chen's hand did not move from the black silk thigh.

He held the steering wheel with one hand and floored the accelerator with his right foot.