183: Chapter 183 Buying a House with a Sack

At twelve noon, the scorching sun felt as if it were about to melt the asphalt road, and the air was filled with waves of blistering heat.

A Wuling Hongguang was parked at the entrance of the seaside resort hotel. Chen Yun had just had it delivered; its main purpose was to be low-key, making it convenient to flee at any time.

"Sister Yun, these are just two crappy bags. Is this really necessary? They're heavy as hell."

Wang Fugui carried two red-white-and-blue snakeskin woven bags on his shoulders. They were bulging, looking like he had just finished stocking up at a train station. No one knew that inside were exactly six million in cash—the "mental distress compensation" taken from the trunk of Uncle Fu's Maybach.

"Keep them with you. That's our new home."

Chen Yun wore sunglasses that covered most of her face, revealing only a delicate chin and a pair of enchanting red lips.

She turned her head slightly and looked behind her.

Scorpion was following closely behind with her head lowered, both hands full of large and small bags of luggage. Her originally murderous, tight leather outfit had been replaced by a set of loose sportswear given to her by Chen Yun.

But the clothes were so loose that, as she walked, they faintly outlined the devilish curves this woman had developed through years of combat training, even exuding a contrasting sense of asceticism.

"Old Three, go bring the car around," Chen Yun instructed calmly.

"Yes."

Scorpion didn't waste any words; her efficiency was practically etched into her bones. She nimbly stuffed the luggage into the trunk and slid into the driver's seat.

Half an hour later, at the sales office of the city's most luxurious wealthy district—"Imperial View Bay."

"Screeech—!"

The Wuling Hongguang let out a braking sound that made it seem like it was coughing its lungs out, coming to a steady stop between a row of Porsches and Land Rovers. Its slightly weathered paint looked completely out of place among the luxury cars.

Just as the two security guards at the door frowned and were about to step forward to drive them away, the passenger door opened.

"Thump."

Wang Fugui jumped down.

As he landed, the two guards felt the ground tremble slightly.

This guy... was he raised on livestock feed? Over two meters tall, with arms thicker than a normal person's thighs, and two massive snakeskin bags on his shoulders, he looked like a giant who had just returned from moving bricks at a construction site.

Moreover, as he approached, a wave of heat that seemed to carry his body temperature rushed toward them, even more intense than the midday sun.

"What are you doing? Junk collectors go to the back door!" a guard shouted with a dark expression, his rubber baton pointing toward the side entrance. "This is the VIP passage."

Wang Fugui wasn't annoyed. He wiped the glistening sweat from his forehead and grinned, revealing a row of bright white teeth. "I'm here to buy a house. My sister said we want the biggest one."

Just as the guard was about to mock him with "Buy a house? Like hell you are," the back door opened.

Chen Yun and Lin Xiaocao stepped out.

Although the two had dressed plainly and even intentionally made themselves look less attractive to avoid attention, the temperament etched into their bones simply couldn't be hidden.

Especially that timid-looking young girl (Lin Xiaocao); she gave the guard a fleeting glance as she got out of the car.

That single look was cold, indifferent, and carried the scrutiny of someone who had long held a high position.

The guard's heart skipped a beat, and his back felt inexplicably chilled. He had never even seen that kind of gaze in the Big Boss.

"Let him in." Chen Yun walked over in her flat shoes, her tone calm but brook no argument. "We want to see the most expensive detached villa."

The guard's eyes were dazzled by the corner of a pink banknote peeking out from one of the snakeskin bags. His attitude immediately did a 180-degree turn, and he bowed like a shrimp. "Please! This way, please!"

Entering the sales hall, the air conditioning was blasting, even making it a bit chilly.

"Clang!"

Wang Fugui threw the two snakeskin bags onto the polished marble floor, which let out a dull thud.

"Mother of god, it's been killing me with heat all the way here."

Wang Fugui muttered to himself, grabbed the hem of the two-yuan old man's tank top he was wearing, pulled it up, and casually took it off.

With this removal, the originally noisy and bustling sales hall suddenly seemed to have its mute button pressed.

Quiet.

A deathly silence.

Under the crystal chandelier, that bronze-colored body seemed to glow. Every muscle was like tempered steel, well-defined without appearing bloated, filled with an explosive sense of power. Sweat slid down the deep crevice of his chest muscles, passed over those eight washboard-like abs, and finally disappeared into the waistband of his pants, inviting infinite imagination.

But that wasn't even the deadliest part.

As the tank top left his body, the intense male hormones that had accumulated overnight and been forcibly trapped by his clothes were like a potent aged liquor with its lid opened; they instantly used the hall's air conditioning circulation system to overbearingly seep into every corner.

At the front desk, the hands of two receptionists who were touching up their makeup shook, and their powder puffs fell directly into their coffee cups.

Nearby, a female intern who was pouring water for a client felt her hands go weak. The boiling water poured all over the client's thigh, making them scream in pain, yet she continued to stare blankly at Wang Fugui.

Even the female property consultant, who was originally arrogant and wouldn't even look at these "country bumpkins," felt her knees go soft at this moment. An inexplicable heat rushed from her lower abdomen to her head, and her breathing became rapid.

"This scent..."

In a corner, a wealthy female client swallowed her saliva, her gaze instantly turning sultry. "Which top-tier cologne is this? Why does it smell... like it makes one want to kneel?"

Standing behind Wang Fugui, Scorpion's gaze instantly became as sharp as a blade.

She took half a step forward, blocking Wang Fugui's side like a protective dog guarding its food, coldly scanning the surrounding women who were looking like hungry wolves.

He was hers! How could these common women be worthy of smelling him?

Seeing the eyes of the women around her gradually becoming strange, Chen Yun frowned slightly and quietly moved to block the front of Wang Fugui.

"Fugui, put your clothes on," Chen Yun whispered, her tone carrying a bit of helpless coquetry.

"Sister Yun, it's hot." Wang Fugui used the tank top as a fan.

This fanning was no small matter; the scent in the air grew even stronger, practically "arson."

"Put it on!" Chen Yun glared at him and pinched his rock-hard arm. "Are you trying to attract butterflies and bees?"

Wang Fugui gave a dejected "Oh" and was about to pull it back on when the sound of hurried high heels approached.

"Sir! This is a public place, please mind your appearance!"

The voice was sharp, carrying a hint of pettiness and professional arrogance.

The newcomer wore a tight professional pencil skirt and ten-centimeter stilettos, walking with purpose. She was the sales manager here, Liu Ruyan, known for being snobbish and a cold beauty.

Liu Ruyan originally wanted to kick out these guys who looked like migrant workers to maintain the high-end image of the hall.

But when she aggressively walked to within half a meter of Wang Fugui and was hit by the oncoming heatwave and intense scent—

Her voice stopped abruptly.

Her hands, which were originally on her hips, dropped weakly.

Her phoenix eyes, decorated with exquisite eyeliner, instantly became dazed, and her pupils trembled slightly.

What is this smell?

Strong liquor, tobacco, soil after being baked by the sun... and an indescribable primal wildness.

This scent overbearingly bypassed her reason and directly blew open the primal desire switch in her body.

I really want to... take a bite.