Ian Song walked into the alley, his gaze sweeping over the four male bodyguards one by one. He saw a bloody gash on each of their throats. When he checked their breathing with his finger, his heart sank—they were all dead. There was no doubt: the mysterious woman had killed them.
A chill shot up from his feet and raced through his body. He hesitated—this woman was so ruthless, killing four people in an instant. He’d almost died at her hands himself. Saving her might just bring disaster.
"Forget it, I’d better mind my own business and leave."
Ian turned and walked a few steps away, but his conscience nagged at him. The woman was seriously injured now—if her enemies caught her, her fate would be horrible.
Besides, she’s already wounded—she shouldn’t be able to hurt me.
Thinking this, he stopped again and sighed, "Fine, I’ll play the good guy for once."
Muttering to himself, Ian walked over to the unconscious woman, reached for her arm, and tried to straighten her curled-up body so he could carry her away.
But just then, the woman suddenly opened her eyes. A cold glint flashed—deadly intent shot straight for Ian’s throat.
"Hmph!"
Ian snorted coldly, stepped back, and instantly kicked out with both feet.
One kick sent the dagger flying from her hand, and the next slammed into her chest. With a muffled grunt, she was knocked deeper into the alley and hit the ground, passing out again.
"Damn, good thing I was ready—otherwise I’d be joining those four bodyguards down there!"
Still shaken, Ian patted his chest, strode forward, and looked at the woman’s face. The alley was too dark to see clearly, but blood trickled from both corners of her mouth. That kick to her chest—he’d used at least seventy percent of his strength.
Carefully checking, he confirmed she was really out cold. Only then did Ian bend down, scoop her up, and dart out of the alley. He glanced around—no one seemed to notice, so he breathed a sigh of relief. Then his eyes fell on the woman again, and he froze. Her face was pale, her lips stained with blood, but her beauty was absolutely stunning.
He couldn’t help muttering, "Damn, how can someone this gorgeous be so ruthless? What a waste of such a face."
Ian had seen a few top beauties before—Hannah Han, Fiona Xiang, and his boss Mira Su.
Hannah Han was intellectual, kind, and gentle; Fiona Xiang was elegant, talented, and smart; Mira Su was the mature, seductive type, like a ripe peach.
Among the three, Fiona Xiang’s looks were a bit superior, while Hannah Han and Mira Su were about equal. But if he had to pick who attracted him most, Ian would choose Mira Su.
But this mysterious woman was even more beautiful than Fiona Xiang.
"Too bad she’s a killer!"
Carrying the woman, Ian did his best to avoid crowds. He definitely couldn’t go back to the school dorm, so there was only one option: get a room.
She was dressed in leather pants and jacket, with tall boots, and had no pockets. After searching, Ian couldn’t find any ID or wallet, so he didn’t dare go to a proper hotel. Instead, he settled for a cheap roadside motel.
When he paid, the landlady gave him a suggestive look and tried to sell him condoms, making his face flush red.
After putting the woman on the bed, Ian couldn’t help glancing over her. Despite her stunning face, he was privately disappointed—she was totally flat-chested.
Looking away, Ian quickly sized up the motel room. Besides the bed, there was barely any space, though it did have a bathroom and shower. An old color TV sat by the bed.
"Should I go back to school, or wait for her to wake up before leaving?" Ian wondered, bored. Suddenly, a wave of loud, embarrassing noises came from next door. He’d never eaten pork, but he’d seen pigs run.
Ian knew exactly what those noises were.
What annoyed him was that at first the couple next door tried to keep it down—but soon, the sounds got louder and louder.
"Shameless couple."
Ian muttered a curse and turned on the TV with the remote.
The TV drowned out the noises from next door, and Ian finally relaxed, his heartbeat returning to normal.
He kept checking on the woman, but she still hadn’t woken up. All he could do was wait. After a while, his eyelids grew heavy, and he eventually dozed off in the chair.
Not long after he fell asleep, the woman on the bed slowly opened her eyes. After a brief moment of confusion, her gaze sharpened with vigilance.
She sat up, spotted Ian on the chair, and a flash of killing intent flickered in her eyes. She strode over, her hand shooting out like lightning for his throat, intending to crush his windpipe in one move.
But just as her fingers were about to touch his skin, she hesitated. She realized that if this boy hadn’t carried her to the motel, she’d probably already have been caught by her enemies.
"You hurt me, but you also saved me. I’ll let you live. Our debts are settled." she murmured softly, then slipped out the window in a blur.
Ian didn’t know how long he’d slept, but when he woke up, he instinctively glanced at the bed—only to find the woman gone. He was instantly alarmed, silently blaming himself for being careless. If she’d wanted to kill him, he’d never have known.
He checked his phone—it was already 1 a.m. The dorm gates were locked, so going back was impossible. He’d just have to make do at the motel for the night.
Ian always showered before bed.
He stripped off his clothes and walked straight into the cramped bathroom.
He rinsed off quickly, shook the water from his body, and walked out naked. As for why he didn’t use a towel—he didn’t trust the hygiene at cheap motels.
But just as he stepped out of the bathroom, he froze—the woman had returned and was standing in the room, glaring at him coldly.
"Y-you... Why did you come back?" Ian stammered, hurriedly covering himself.
"I come and go as I please. Do I have to report to you? And trust me, I have zero interest in your ugly body, so stop covering up!" she said coldly. But even as she spoke, she turned her head aside, a faint blush creeping onto her pale cheeks.
"Ugly?"
Ian was pretty annoyed. Thanks to long-term training, he didn’t have an ounce of fat and his muscles were well-defined. But he couldn’t be bothered to argue—he just grabbed his clothes from the bed and went back into the bathroom.
When Ian came out again, he was fully dressed.
"Are you an assassin?" Ian asked curiously, watching her by the window.
"Don’t ask questions you shouldn’t." she replied coldly.
Her cold answer annoyed Ian even more. He sniped, "Is this how you treat someone who saved your life?"
"You’re asking for it!"
Her eyes flashed coldly. She spun, stepped forward, and punched at Ian’s throat—lightning fast.