Chapter 521: The Snake Transforms into a Dragon, and the Dragon Transforms into a Flood Dragon

Wei Rusi was truly left with no strength at all after being worn out by Zheng Qian.

"Alright..."

She admitted that she actually craved it a little too. Aside from the first few days where it was a bit painful, she had started to enjoy it later on. She had originally thought they could spend a few more days of intimacy in Yebai with Zheng Qian, but when she woke up in the middle of the night, his scent was already gone from beside her pillow.

Gazing at the moonlight spilling in from outside the window, Wei Rusi sighed softly.

Although it wasn't right to think this way, how wonderful it would be if they could stay on the sea forever.

Gently rubbing her belly, a sudden thought, absurd yet moving to her, popped into Wei Rusi's mind. As soon as the thought appeared, she shook her head repeatedly, mocking herself for being truly insane.

"He is my best friend's fiancé, after all... I'm sorry, Jin Lu."

Wei Rusi buried her head between her legs and began to cry.

Meanwhile.

Zheng Qian leaned back on the sofa, looking around. The owner's taste in decoration was actually quite good. It wasn't like the flashy style of those nouveau riche; it had a very strong Chinese aesthetic. Although he couldn't tell the value of these items, they were certainly expensive.

Just as he checked the time for the twenty-fourth time and was about to light his twelfth cigarette.

Outside the door, a disturbance sounded.

Judging by the direction of the sound, it should have come from the second basement level.

Presumably, the owner had parked the car and entered directly from there. Soon, another strange sound came. Zheng Qian was all too familiar with this sound; for the twenty-plus days at sea, it had lingered in his ears every single moment.

"Mmm... Mmm..."

Just like that, the two people stumbled their way up.

Her panting grew louder, as if she were struggling in a coy, half-resisting manner, "Yu... chi... Young Master, there are... there are people following behind. They... they all... they all saw it... The security guard in the garage was peeking at me just now..."

"Someone was peeking at you?"

The man, who had been laughing and joking, immediately stopped in his tracks.

He turned his head slowly, and the two Middle-aged Men following behind him immediately lowered their heads, not daring to meet his gaze. The atmosphere was heavy, carrying an inexplicable sense of oppression. Suddenly, one of the Middle-aged Men was startled and lunged upward violently.

He charged straight toward the living room! His speed was so fast that his entire body seemed to turn into a single line!

At this moment, the man also felt that something was wrong, because the intruder was simply too arrogant; the air was filled with the scent of tobacco. "Damn it... Is this a bodyguard from outside, or is there really someone with a death wish who dares to break in and court death?"

"Doesn't he know who I am?"

However, predictably, the unexpected happened.

The Middle-aged Man had just sprung up when he saw a massive black shadow appear before him.

He only heard a crackling sound echo through the air. At first, he couldn't clearly see what it was, but just before it was about to smash into his face, he suddenly realized it looked exactly like a giant python—no, a dragon!

That deafening sound emanated from this very dragon.

Looking abruptly, it seemed as if it were bathed in lightning flashes.

It was truly terrifying!

He opened his mouth wide in shock, instinctively crossing his arms in front of his chest to defend himself. But it was already too late; in less than a breath's time, he felt a bone-chilling pain, and his whole body was sent flying backward like a cannonball.

He had lunged from the second basement in one stride up to the first-floor staircase, preparing to rush toward the living room.

But he came fast, and went even faster.

He lifted his head in horror, struggling to move his mouth, but couldn't utter a single word. Crimson blood began to seep from his crown.

The other Middle-aged Man reacted at this time. Even though he was terrified inside, he still steeled himself and rushed up.

From the side, he could clearly see who the intruder was: it was actually an icy-faced youth.

The thing that had flashed out just now wasn't any "dragon," but this youth's arm! As he swung his arm violently, the starting move looked exactly like the Snake Style of Xingyi Quan, but in mid-air, the snake suddenly turned into a Jiao, and the Jiao turned into a dragon.

It was done in one go, and that crackling roar wasn't lightning at all.

It was the sound of the youth driving his bones and blood energy.

It was like thunder; one could see how vigorous his blood energy was and how terrifying his explosive power was!

To defeat a person, first break their spirit. Upon witnessing such terrifying technique from the youth, he had already begun to feel timid. Once feelings of timidity arose, it was even more impossible for him to be an opponent. So, just as he was closing in, attempting to seize the upper hand.

The youth swung his arm in a horizontal sweep, striking violently, and it crashed into his face.

The Middle-aged Man groaned and fell to the ground instantly. His eyes rolled back; it was clear he had been struck dead just like that.

In just two or three seconds, two great experts had been beaten to death by the youth. The man and woman watching were dumbfounded, their mouths wide open, their eyes full of disbelief. The woman even collapsed onto the ground and fainted dead away.

The man finally reacted and was preparing to shout loudly to call for reinforcements.

There were at least a dozen retired special forces soldiers patrolling outside the townhouse. As long as he could get them to come in and help, they would definitely be able to take down this damn youth, because they had guns! No matter how good your kung fu is, is it stronger than bullets?

But he still underestimated the youth's strength.

Just as he was about to shout, the youth arrived in front of him in a single stride.

With a slight exertion of force from his hands, he twisted the man's jaw, dislocating it. His mouth was open, but he could no longer close it.

The man's eyes were filled with panic; he wasn't sure what the youth's objective was. But he knew now that the other party definitely came with ill intent. Could it be for robbery? If that were really the case, it would be easy to talk; he was very rich.

But looking at it, it didn't seem so, because he could clearly see a hint of killing intent in the youth's eyes.

"He really wants to kill me!"

"Little friend, it's nice to meet you."

Just then, Zheng Qian walked over with a cigarette in his mouth, squinting at him, and said slowly, "I heard you are from the United States? And, you are pursuing Jin Lu?"

The man tried hard to speak, but as soon as he moved his chin, immense pain immediately surged through him.

It was so painful that his scalp went numb!

"If I remember correctly, your name is Yuchi Lingxiao, right? Your name is quite something, but it's a pity your brain doesn't seem to work very well. Why don't you go take a piss and look at your reflection? Do you think you deserve to pursue Jin Lu?"

As Zheng Qian spoke, his smile gradually turned ferocious.

He gripped his already dislocated jaw tightly and pulled him forcefully toward himself.