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"Uh—fine, I'll tell you! Not like you can escape from me anyway. I'll cure you, and then I'll have a good time bullying you—" Shawn Young whispered into Fiona Tang's ear, nibbling gently.
"Mmm—you big bad guy—how do you want to bully me?" Fiona Tang asked shyly. She couldn't see, but her body was hypersensitive, especially when Shawn Young nibbled her ear. Her heart raced and her delicate body trembled with nerves.
"You know—the thing every man wants to do most." Shawn Young teased, trying to "stimulate" Fiona Tang's will to survive with a relentless dose of "provocation."
"You—you're so bad! I—I'm not going to let—you get away with it—" Fiona Tang bit her lip and whispered.
"That’s not up to you—hehe—" Shawn Young said, as his right hand, which had been roaming Fiona Tang’s delicate body, slipped into her blouse and climbed up her slender waist toward her peaks.
"Oh—no—don’t—do that—I—I’m not ready—" Fiona Tang was still an untouched maiden; Shawn Young’s direct teasing was too sudden for her. She could already feel his hot hand invading her sensitive zone, and she cried out in shy panic, her body trembling and struggling with surprising strength.
Suddenly, a rough male voice called out from behind: "Ahem—ahem—hey, you two—can you let us guys go first, then continue your thing? Doing this now is just plain torture for us!"
Shawn Young was startled and quickly turned around. He saw that all four of the Dragonsquad Special Operations Team soldiers, who had been tightly bound, were now awake, staring at him with the strangest looks. When they saw his hand inside Fiona Tang’s blouse, their faces were filled with utter shock.
As soon as Shawn Young turned his head, one of the special ops soldiers said awkwardly, "Bro, I really admire you—saving people and still finding time for romance! Impressive! But maybe you could untie us first, so we’re not in your way?"
"Oh—sorry! I, uh, got a little carried away and almost forgot!" Shawn Young was mortified, quickly pulling his hand out of Fiona Tang's blouse. He stood up, walked over to the four special ops soldiers, drew his Raikiri Dagger, and with a few swift chops—crack, crack, crack—their shackles were sliced open. Freed at last, the four stretched out their numb limbs.
"How are you guys feeling now? Want me to heal your wounds?" Shawn Young asked, noticing their battered bodies and expressing concern.
"Uh—thanks, bro, but we're fine. It's just flesh wounds, we can handle it. Deputy Leader Tang took a much worse hit from that American guy—she's way more seriously injured than us. You should keep helping her! We'll get out on our own—" one of the soldiers waved him off, and the four headed for the cell door.
The last soldier in line patted Shawn Young on the shoulder as he passed, whispering, "Kid, you’ve got guts—going straight for the Commander Tang’s daughter! Damn, I really admire you! Go get her! Hope you heal Deputy Leader Tang and then make her yours! Heh heh—"
"Don’t worry, I’ll do exactly that!" Shawn Young replied, nodding without a hint of embarrassment.
"Damn! You really are a wild beast—love it though. I won’t hold you up from your precious girl time. You gotta make Deputy Leader Tang yours and make the Dragonsquad proud! Heh heh—go for it! We’re out—" The soldier raised his brows meaningfully, gave a lewd grin only guys would understand, and dashed off. He was from the Dragonsquad Special Operations Team and had worked with Colonel Hank and Shawn Young in Afghanistan, so he knew Shawn well. The Dragonsquad always considered Shawn one of their own, and since Fiona Tang was the military flower of the Southern District, they all hoped Shawn could win her over.
With the four soldiers gone, the cell was now empty except for Gerhard’s corpse—just Shawn Young and Fiona Tang remained. Shawn walked over to her, wrapped his arms around her slender waist, and lifted her up. Fiona Tang squirmed shyly and asked in a soft voice, "What did they say to you just now?"
With no one else around, Shawn Young’s inner wolf came out. He grinned wickedly and said, "Oh! They encouraged me to make you mine! I promised them I would! Heh heh—"
"You—you’re such a pervert!—I thought you looked so gentle, but your mind is so naughty—" Fiona Tang blushed, biting her lip and playfully smacking Shawn Young’s chest.
"Heh—naughty it is—so long as you like it!" Shawn Young’s skin was already thicker than a fortress wall.
"Ugh—you wish! Who likes you anyway? Stop flattering yourself! You big perv—your mind's just full of dirty thoughts!" Fiona Tang really wanted to jump up and strangle Shawn Young—he was just too infuriating.
"Fiona—I'm going to save you right now! You’ll be fine, because you’re destined to be my woman! You have to believe me!" Shawn Young said with unwavering determination.
"I—I believe you!" Fiona Tang replied softly, her heart overflowing with sweetness and emotion.
"Alright, let’s find a place so I can heal you properly!" Shawn Young said, holding Fiona Tang tightly as he strode out of the cell, heading straight for Nikana’s lavish private palace.
Before they reached the main hall, a noisy commotion erupted—women screaming in panic. Shawn Young, startled, stopped at the doorway with Fiona Tang in his arms and peeked inside. He saw the four special ops soldiers, now armed and hiding behind pillars in the hall, taking up defensive positions. At the entrance, a swarm of armed militants—at least forty or fifty—had rushed in, many wielding rocket launchers. Their firepower clearly outmatched the four soldiers, and the two sides were locked in a tense standoff.
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