Chapter 636: The Harem's Technique Champion

Half an hour later.

Zheng Qian walked out of the master bedroom feeling refreshed.

Qiuqiu and Xiao Nan were brushing their teeth.

Under his special instructions, what should have been a half-hour journey still had some distance to go. In truth, he really didn't want to "end the battle" so quickly; this kind of pleasure was something others couldn't give him.

Perhaps, this was just talent.

Jin Lu, Wei Rusi, Su Yuanshuang, Cui Ziqing, and Song Yaxian had studied very earnestly, but Yao Qiuqiu was, after all, the [Harem Technique Champion]. In terms of technique, no one had ever been able to compete with her. Of course, this wasn't to say the other girls weren't good enough.

It was just that they weren't as good as Yao Qiuqiu, and the one closest to her in skill was Xiao Nan.

Now that the two great masters of harem techniques were both in action, for Zheng Qian to be able to last half an hour before letting them go brush their teeth, he was already very strong.

Duan Qiran stood by the door the entire time, lest Zheng Qian's mood be disturbed. He stood there like an iron tower, a gate god, eyes straight ahead, giving Zheng Qian a great sense of security so he could "communicate" with the two ladies with peace of mind.

"Drink some water?"

Zheng Qian pointed to the refrigerator in the master bedroom foyer.

Qiuqiu and Xiao Nan walked out after brushing their teeth, both with twin ponytails, shaking their heads in unison.

"We're already full."

Hearing their simultaneous reply, Zheng Qian's [weapon] immediately pitched a tent. Seriously, it was too naughty. How fun would it be if these two girls were by his side every day?

"Zheng Qian..."

Just then, Pei Moyan happened to walk down from the deck.

Seeing the "tent," and the two girls walking out of the room with flushed faces, she immediately understood what was going on.

Her face turned even redder, and she turned right around and went back up to the deck.

Zheng Qian awkwardly lit a cigarette. Yao Qiuqiu and Xiao Nan also felt very shy and hurried towards the cockpit.

The female sailors passing by were long used to it. Even during those twenty-one "days" of returning from Oman, such a long time, they had witnessed Zheng Qian's astonishing combat power. Today was truly small potatoes in comparison.

They just had ambiguous smiles on their faces, bowing and greeting Zheng Qian one after another.

"Thank you for your hard work, President Zheng."

"Take care of your health, President Zheng."

"President Zheng..."

Seeing the passing female sailors saying increasingly outrageous things, Zheng Qian hurriedly pulled one girl over and said awkwardly, "That, there's something I forgot to say just now. On the boat today, remember to say it's Chen Chou if you see me, don't call me President Zheng, okay?"

"Okay, President Chen." The girl said prettily.

Only a trace of disappointment flashed in her eyes. Being pulled over by Zheng Qian just now, she had thought she was going to be taken to a room for his favor. Sigh, if only she could get President Zheng's favor, forget about a promotion, even just a raise would be good.

By the time Zheng Qian appeared on the deck again, the coastline was already visible in the distance.

Hmm, it was a very beautiful small island.

Pei Moyan, meanwhile, opened her thick, yet very rounded vermilion lips, holding a slender cigarette, deliberately avoiding looking at Zheng Qian.

...

Setting aside the fact that Zheng Qian and the others were about to arrive at the island.

What was our Brother Chou doing?

He wore a hat to cover his full head of white hair. He was dressed very sloppily, and his face was dirty, looking just like a worker or fisherman one might see on the road; in short, he looked like a very ordinary heavy laborer.

After finishing this bowl of noodles, he took out a few crumpled foreign banknotes and handed them over.

The waiter took them impatiently.

He brushed the dust off his body and walked forward along this winding path.

One must be full to kill.

It looked like a fifth-tier city in Jiuzhou here. The roads were full of dust and smoke, and the pedestrians' faces were lifeless. If it weren't for the ability to rely on the sea to make a living, it was feared that the population here would be even sparser.

Night gradually fell.

This was his third day arriving here.

After figuring out the basic situation, he was finally ready to make a move.

But, just as he was heading to his destination, he was attracted by sounds in a nearby alley.

He slowly turned his head and discovered that a few thugs had cornered a girl in a dead-end alley. Their faces were malicious, their hands held knives, their mouths were swearing, and their eyes were bloody and ferocious.

However, they seemed very wary of her, and for a moment, none of them dared to step forward.

The girl's face was very clear.

Her eyes were incredibly dazed, and her clothes were tattered. She was barefoot, and even stepping on this muddy ground, her feet still looked like white lotus roots, pure and flawless, delicate and fine. She held a book tightly in her arms, her body trembling slightly.

Chen Chou had excellent eyesight, and he saw the book title at a glance — "Yue Nu Jian" (Sword of the Yue Maiden).

Covered in blood.

They were speaking a language Chen Chou didn't understand.

They kept narrowing the encirclement, seemingly finally about to make a move on the girl.

Once, when Chen Chou was assassinating Rahman, he had angrily intervened because the security team leaders in the mansion were gang-raping a girl. Today, he was prepared to do the same. He wasn't originally a person who particularly liked to champion the weak; that time in Oman was because that girl looked very much like Chen Ziqian. And this time, it was because of that copy of "Yue Nu Jian".

This girl's temperament was simply too similar to the female lead in the book.

So Brother Chou acted.

He suddenly rose from the alley entrance, and in a few breaths, he arrived at the dead end of the alley.

Long fist strikes, the hegemon has no borders.

His sharp fist energy formed a very intense, stark contrast with his seemingly thin body. His spine unfolded like a living dragon, and his double fists were like heavy cannons, descending from the sky, unstoppable. He arrived suddenly, giving no one a chance to react.

These people heard the surging footsteps and turned their heads abruptly, only to see this horrifying scene before them.

They saw the originally thin Chen Chou, as if his whole person instantly expanded.

That slender arm rapidly engorged with blood, terrifying like a ferocious Yaksha—no, it was as if those weren't two hands, but two giant heavy cannons. The two people in the very front couldn't even let out a scream before they were directly blasted away.

[Crack —]

Their collarbones snapped directly, piercing into their tracheas and lung lobes, blood spraying wildly.

Clenching the fist, molding the fist into a hammer.

At this moment, Chen Chou was like Li Yuanba holding twin hammers.

Having succeeded in one strike, he didn't stop, stepping on Bagua, the hammer wind whistling, cold and murderous.

Only hearing bang, bang, bang, bang...

After a few loud bangs, those few people all died miserably in front of Chen Chou. These people also had very deep kung fu; their temples were bulging high, their muscles were developed, and they were crisscrossed with knife scars; one look and you could tell they were people who had been tempered in a sea of knives and fire.

But, it was a pity that the person they met was Chen Chou.

"Fast sinking, fierce penetration. Little brother, your Taiji cannon-fist power has truly been cultivated to the marrow. Even without striking bone, a hit anywhere on the body would rupture the internal organs. This vibrating, shaking force is truly an eye-opener."

The girl nodded, revealing a purely clear smile.