182: Chapter 182 The "Watchdog" Who Turned to the Light

Ten minutes later.

The room service dining cart looked like it had been swept by a typhoon; not even a drop of soup remained.

Wang Fugui ate like a rock crusher running at full power, devouring burgers in two bites and chugging milk with loud gulps. As several pounds of food hit his stomach, the restless heat in him didn't fade; instead, it burned even hotter. He felt like a furnace fresh out of the kiln, so hot that the women in the cheongsam and leather outfits were practically sweating.

Scorpion curled up in the corner of the sofa, her hands tightly clutching her knees, her eyes still a bit dazed.

She tried to circulate her inner breath to calm down, but as soon as Fugui's crisp chewing sounded, she felt a wave of numbness in her tailbone. It wasn't fear; it was her body's instinct screaming: Stop practicing, just surrender.

Just then, the satellite phone that had been thrown to the floor suddenly began to shriek.

It was the private line of Uncle Fu from the Lin Family.

The flirting and chewing in the room were instantly muted.

Chen Yun was leisurely touching up her lip gloss. Without turning her head, she tossed out a sentence: "Answer it. Let's see how your 'old master' plans to wrap this up."

Scorpion's body stiffened as her fingers trembled slightly while picking up the brick-like phone and pressing the speaker button.

"How is the situation?" Uncle Fu's voice sounded cold and hard even through the screen, but if one listened closely, there was a hint of anxiety in the tail end of his words that couldn't be hidden.

Wang Fugui, gnawing on the last chicken drumstick, mumbled indistinctly, "This old man has such a loud voice."

There was a pause on the other end. Uncle Fu's voice dropped very low, carrying a tone of frustrated disappointment: "Scorpion, why aren't you speaking? Is that country boy too tough and he..."

Scorpion glanced at Wang Fugui's bulging muscles, her throat feeling dry. "Uncle Fu, I lost."

"Lost?" Uncle Fu's tone sank, but then he let out a long sigh of relief, as if a thousand-pound burden had been lifted. Yet, he cursed, "Useless! You're a disgrace to the Lin Family! The Master's intention was for you to cripple him and bring him back, but look at you—you can't even take down a novice?"

Scorpion fell silent. She knew Uncle Fu was putting on a show for the Lin Family's informants.

"Fine, you worthless thing!" Uncle Fu's voice suddenly became resolute. "Since your teeth are broken, the Lin Family won't keep crippled soldiers. From now on, you are removed from our ranks. Never return to the Lin Family! No one will care if you die out there!"

The words were harsh, but Scorpion understood—the old man was giving her a way out in disguise. He was even begging her, begging the Lin Family's strongest blade, to stay by Lin Xiaocao's side as the final layer of protection.

Because that quagmire of the Lin Family had now rotted through completely.

"Understood," Scorpion replied hoarsely.

Crack!

It was the sound of a circuit board shattering. Applying force with one hand, Scorpion actually crushed the military-grade phone into fragments and tossed it into the trash can.

She stood up, but instead of walking toward Wang Fugui, she strode over to Chen Yun, bent her back, and dropped one knee onto the carpet.

This action left Lin Xiaocao stunned.

"I want to stay." Scorpion kept her head low, but her tone was as firm as a driven nail. "The old man kicked me out. I have nowhere else to go."

Chen Yun put down her lipstick and turned around. Her beautiful eyes swept over Scorpion's rising and falling chest, and she spoke with a half-smile, "The Lin Family doesn't keep idle people, and I, Chen Yun, certainly don't either. Give me a reason why I must keep you."

Scorpion bit her lip, her face burning intensely. The masculine aura radiating from Wang Fugui constrained her like a rope, making her blurt out as if possessed, "I... I have good physical stamina and a strong foundation. In the future, when the sisters are tired, or... or when it's inconvenient, I can take over. I'm not afraid of being tossed around; I'm more durable than most."

"Pfft—cough, cough, cough!"

Wang Fugui, who was pouring a Coke, sprayed a mist of liquid everywhere. Wiping his face, he shouted in terror, "What the heck? Take over what?"

Chen Yun, however, was delighted. Her eyes curved into crescents, looking like a little fox that had just successfully stolen a treat.

She stepped forward and tilted Scorpion's tense chin with her slender fingertip. "Being durable is good. This beast Fugui has boundless strength; it'll be nice to have an extra person to share the load."

Chen Yun pulled up Scorpion's hand, her tone softening slightly. "Welcome to the group, Old Third."

Lin Xiaocao shrank her neck to the side. Watching the female assassin, who had been overflowing with killing intent just moments ago, now acting as obedient as a newlywed bride, she felt both relieved and a bit slighted.

Sister Yun isn't hiring a bodyguard at all; she clearly thinks Fugui is too much of a beast and found someone else to help bear the weight...

However, seeing the lingering, smoldering gaze Scorpion gave Fugui, Little Grass also understood—this home was likely to become even livelier and much "hotter" from now on.