The Madam kept shaking her head insistently. George 'Oxhead' Gu was getting frustrated—he immediately reached for his phone to call for backup, but before he could even pull it out, a powerful male voice suddenly rang out beside him: "Kid, stop harassing women here. Your friend is with me right now. Don't do anything rash, or you'll never see him again!"
George 'Oxhead' Gu was startled. He quickly turned his head and saw a middle-aged man dressed in a black kimono. The man looked stern, not very tall but incredibly solid, and with just one glance from him, George felt a chill run down his spine. After speaking, the middle-aged man didn't make things difficult for him. Instead, he beckoned him over, then turned and walked away. George hesitated for a moment, then hurried after him.
Meanwhile, inside a room shrouded by a mysterious barrier, all connection to the outside world had been severed. Shawn Young stood in the room, alert and wary. Not far from him sat the Japanese old man, who still hadn't looked up, instead calmly fiddling with an exquisite tattoo carving knife in his hand. His brows were furrowed, exuding a deep, unyielding aura of battle-hardened ruthlessness. Even though he hadn't made any other moves yet, Shawn could feel waves of killing intent surging toward him.
"Who... exactly are you?" Shawn cautiously asked, secretly channeling his true energy, because he could sense that this Japanese old man was no ordinary opponent!
The Japanese old man didn't reply. Instead, he lifted his head, his eyes sharp as an eagle's, shooting a fierce glare at Shawn. Instantly, Shawn sensed trouble. Sure enough, the old man didn't move his body, but his right hand flicked—"Whoosh!" The tattoo carving knife in his hand let out a piercing whistle, transforming into a flash of cold light, slicing through the air like lightning, enveloped in a vicious killing aura as it flew toward Shawn. Shawn quickly rolled aside to dodge, and with two cracking sounds, the sturdy wooden table behind where he'd just stood was instantly shattered into pieces by the blade's force!
What brutal blade energy!
The Japanese old man missed his first strike and instantly switched tactics. With a flick of his wrist, he produced three Eightfold Shurikens from his sleeve—"Swish—swish—swish—" all shooting toward Shawn's upper, middle, and lower vital points.
Shawn twisted his body to dodge two of them, but the third came whistling straight for his throat. He quickly flicked his right hand, unleashing the 'shaking force' of his Half-step Bengquan. A mysterious energy burst forth, sending the Eightfold Shuriken flying off to the side. Without pausing, Shawn lunged at the Japanese old man, his left hand launching a 'Tiger's Charge' straight toward the man's chest.
"Oh—impressive!" The Japanese old man's face flashed with a look of surprise. Before Shawn could land his strike, the man clapped his palms together—"Boom! Boom!"—and a cloud of white mist instantly enveloped his entire body, causing him to vanish right under Shawn's nose!
Shawn was stunned for a moment, quickly backing away several steps, focusing his energy and scanning his surroundings cautiously. He knew that the Japanese old man must have used some kind of mysterious concealment spell, but for now, he couldn't pinpoint his presence.
"Awooo—" A piercing, chilling scream shot up with a flash of green light. Shawn's mind was instantly shaken—he realized that the scream carried a hypnotic, soul-stealing power!
Shawn quickly retreated again, when suddenly a black shadow dropped right in front of him. Startled, he was about to strike first, but before he could act—"Boom!"—the shadow burst apart, green light flickered, and a strange fragrance filled the air. As the green light transformed into a figure, Shawn was left dumbfounded!
Standing before Shawn was—undeniably—a stunning beauty, alluring and breathtaking! And she was completely naked, her expression a teasing blend of coyness and mischief, her skin so fair it looked like you could squeeze water from it.
The beauty stood gracefully in front of Shawn, showing no sign of shyness. She swayed her curvy body closer, her radiant face nearly pressed against Shawn's, breathing softly as she said, "Hehe, handsome boy, pretty good, right? That was my humanoid puppet just now—this is the real me! My name is Rachel Sasaki. So, do you think I'm beautiful?"
As she spoke, she seductively twisted her slender waist like a water snake, hooked her arms around Shawn's neck, and settled into his lap. A faint, intoxicating fragrance wafted into Shawn's nose. Though he was on high alert, faced with such a dazzling beauty, he was at a loss for how to respond. Worse yet, he couldn't control himself—his body reacted instantly, his pants tenting embarrassingly high.
The beauty immediately noticed Shawn's reaction below and giggled, "Hehe, you want me, huh?! Too bad... I wouldn't mind a little fun, but losing my virginity wouldn't do me any good—and it'd be a huge win for you! So, hehe! I’ll just have to take you down first!"
"Uh—you—" Shawn was startled by her words, trying to free his hands to cast a spell, but the beauty just giggled, opened her arms, and hugged him tightly. Her trembling, snowy peaks practically pressed against his face. Shawn, caught off guard by her shameless tactic, felt his head go hot and his body freeze up as the strange scent from her body invaded his nose. In an instant, Shawn felt his limbs stiffen, completely unable to move!
"Ah! Crap—I've been tricked! I'm toast, totally wiped out!" Shawn panicked, instantly realizing he'd fallen for the beauty's bizarre technique.
"Hehehe—fooled you, huh? Men just can't resist a little seduction!" The beauty had Shawn under her control and burst out laughing. Her perky, snowy peaks bounced with her tinkling laughter, making Shawn's body heat up, his belly and groin throbbing with another wave of hard, aching desire.
As she spoke, the beauty sauntered over to Shawn, whose body was frozen. Her smile suddenly vanished, replaced by a cold, fierce expression. Her brows sharpened with killing intent as she demanded, "Who are you, really? Tell me—are you with the Chrysanthemum Clan, or the Iga Ninja Sect?!"