62: Chapter 62: Holding Jiang Yanxue's waist...

On the grayish-white Gobi Desert, the wind carried a bone-chilling cold.

Dawn had broken.

The nauseating dark red of the Flesh Wasteland had finally been left behind.

The Ghost Fortress hovered silently under the shadow of a giant rock, the blue electric arcs on its chassis emitting a faint "buzzing" sound in the morning light.

In the passenger seat, Shen Wanbing took off the concentration ice heart necklace and rubbed her temples.

"They have arrived. Three kilometers away, they are slowing down."

"Jiang Yanxue, come down with me."

"Okay." Jiang Yanxue sprang up from the sofa and casually slid the Shadow Instant-Kill Blade back into the tactical strap on the outside of her thigh.

The heavy armored door opened slowly with the sound of hydraulic venting.

Chen Chen jumped out of the vehicle first.

Jiang Yanxue followed closely behind.

The morning wind was strong, whipping up sand and dust.

Jiang Yanxue was wearing a black tight-fitting combat suit today, with the zipper at the collar pulled a bit low, revealing a large expanse of cold white skin and exquisite collarbones.

Chen Chen suddenly stopped and turned around.

Jiang Yanxue almost bumped into his chest.

She looked up, a flash of confusion crossing her dark red pupils.

Chen Chen suddenly raised his hand, his fingertips grazing her collarbone intentionally or otherwise, then he pinched the zipper of her collar and slowly pulled it up to the very top, covering that expanse of skin.

"It's windy, don't catch a cold." Chen Chen's voice was very flat.

Jiang Yanxue's body stiffened slightly.

Given her temper, if any other man had dared to touch her like that, his hand would have been broken by now.

But facing Chen Chen, not only did she not dodge, she lowered her eyelids, the corners of her mouth curling into an extremely submissive arc, and she gave a soft "Mm."

She even took a proactive half-step forward, letting Chen Chen naturally put his arm around her explosive, slender waist.

Just then, six modified off-road vehicles welded with steel plates and spikes, trailing rolling clouds of dust, stopped thirty meters away from the RV.

The doors pushed open.

From the lead Raptor pickup truck jumped a middle-aged man with a scarred face and a blind left eye.

Following him out of the car was an extremely eye-catching woman.

She was fully one meter eighty tall.

Her legs were shockingly long, wrapped tightly in leather pants without an ounce of fat.

She wore a black tactical vest on her upper body, with a short leather jacket over it.

With neat, ear-length short hair, her features were cold and stunning, and her brows exuded a beast-like arrogance.

On her back, she carried a heavy sniper rifle almost as tall as she was.

The moment the scarred man saw Jiang Yanxue, his only remaining right eye suddenly turned red.

He rushed over in a few strides and knelt heavily on one knee five meters away from Jiang Yanxue.

"Seven Blades, Hall Master of the Black Dragon Society's Punishment Hall! Greetings, Eldest Miss!"

The one-meter-eighty tall woman also knelt on one knee, her voice crisp and capable:

"Qin Hongye, Black Dragon Society Royal Guard, greetings, Eldest Miss!"

A dozen men and women poured out of the five cars behind, all kneeling on the ground in unison.

"Rise," Jiang Yanxue's voice returned to the coldness and majesty of an underground queen.

Seven Blades stood up, his gaze sweeping over Jiang Yanxue, but when he saw Chen Chen's hand wrapped around Jiang Yanxue's waist, his brows furrowed sharply.

Qin Hongye narrowed her eyes directly, her hand subconsciously reaching for the strap of the sniper rifle on her back.

Who was the Eldest Miss?

The only daughter of the Black Dragon Society president, the uncrowned queen of Jiangcheng's underground world!

Usually, any man who dared to look at her twice would have his eyes gouged out.

Now, this young man wearing a plain tactical vest, who looked like he had nothing special about him other than being handsome, actually dared to put his arm around the Eldest Miss's waist in public?

And, the Eldest Miss was actually acting like a clinging little bird, leaning on his shoulder?

"Eldest Miss, who is this?" Seven Blades suppressed his anger, trying to make his tone sound respectful.

Before Jiang Yanxue could speak, Chen Chen moved first.

Not only did he not let go, but he intensified his actions, raising his other hand to pinch Jiang Yanxue's chin, forcing her to look up at him.

"Your people don't seem to understand the rules." Chen Chen's tone was casual, as if he were evaluating a few disobedient dogs.

Jiang Yanxue, with her chin pinched and forced to tilt her head back, showed no humiliation in her eyes; instead, they held a kind of pathological fanaticism and submission.

This scene completely ignited Qin Hongye's rage.

"Presumptuous!"

Qin Hongye suddenly drew the large-caliber pistol from her waist, the dark muzzle pointing directly at Chen Chen's head.

"Take your dirty hands off! Who do you think you are, daring to touch the Eldest Miss!"

Seven Blades' expression changed drastically; it was already too late to stop her.

The air seemed to freeze at this moment.

Chen Chen didn't even let go of the hand pinching Jiang Yanxue's chin.

He said three words indifferently.

"Teach her."

The words had barely left his lips.

Jiang Yanxue moved.

Incredibly fast.

Everyone only felt a black afterimage flash before their eyes.

"Slap!"

A crisp, loud slap exploded across the empty Gobi Desert.

Qin Hongye was slapped and sent flying more than two meters, landing heavily on the ground.

The large-caliber pistol in her hand flew out of her grip, and she spat out blood mixed with half a broken tooth from the corner of her mouth.

The whole scene was deathly silent.

Everyone from the Black Dragon Society was stunned.

Qin Hongye clutched her swollen cheek, looking in disbelief at Jiang Yanxue, who stood before her, looking down at her from a high vantage point.

"Eldest Miss... you..."

Jiang Yanxue's eyes were as cold as ice, devoid of any past affection.

"Who gave you the guts to point a gun at him?"

"Qin Hongye, do you think that just because my father is gone and the Black Dragon Society has scattered, you can teach me how to do things?"

"This subordinate wouldn't dare!"

Ignoring the intense pain in her face, Qin Hongye scrambled to kneel properly, cold sweat instantly soaking her back.

Seven Blades was also so frightened that he fell to his knees again with a thud:

"Eldest Miss, please calm your anger! Hongye was just acting on impulse, eager to protect her master; she absolutely had no intention of offending you!"

"Protect her master?" Jiang Yanxue sneered, "Open your dog eyes and see clearly."

She turned around, walked to Chen Chen's side, and stood half a step behind him in an attitude of absolute subordination.

"Let me reintroduce him. This is Chen Chen."

"From today on, his words are my words. My life, Jiang Yanxue's, belongs to him."

"If any of you dare to be disrespectful to him, he won't need to lift a finger—I will slaughter you myself!"

Chen Chen.

As soon as these two words were spoken, Seven Blades and Qin Hongye's minds went "buzz."

First on the level ranking! First on the combat power ranking!

That madman from the legends who single-handedly slaughtered an elite team of over a hundred people from the Southern Border Hunter Guild!

That monster with the title "Tyrant Terminator"!

Cold sweat streamed down Seven Blades.

He finally understood why the always proud and arrogant Eldest Miss would be willing to act so submissively in front of this man.

In this man-eating wasteland world, admiring the strong is an instinct carved into one's bones.

And Chen Chen was the ultimate backer!