Ian Song thought Leon Ye would finally back down, but instead Leon snarled, "Kid, if you’ve got guts, just kill me! Otherwise, I’ll chop your whole family to pieces!"
Ian’s eyes went cold. He replied icily, "Killing trash like you would just dirty my hands, but crippling you? That’s easy. Tell me, if you end up a cripple, do you think your little gang will still stick with you?
From what I know, guys like you have plenty of enemies. If they hear you’re crippled and your lackeys have ditched you, what do you think they’d do to you?"
Ian’s words hit Leon hard. His face went pale and he started to tremble. Ian was right—if he really became a cripple, all his boys would abandon him, and his old enemies would come for payback. Just thinking about it sent chills down his spine.
Then Ian’s voice rang out again: "So, you still wanna chop up my whole family?"
"No way!" Leon finally caved.
Ian smiled, let go of Leon, and ordered him to stand up.
With Ian’s strength and ruthless methods, Leon didn’t dare fight back. He struggled to his feet, waiting for Ian’s next move.
Suddenly, Ian’s gaze landed on one of Leon’s lackeys.
The lackey shivered, instantly dropped his head, and didn’t dare meet Ian’s eyes.
"You, come here," Ian called out.
"Boss, what do you need?" the lackey stammered, scared out of his wits.
"Relax, I’m not gonna hit you," Ian said with a playful grin. Then he pointed at Leon Ye: "Of course, that’s only if you do what I say. Right now, I order you to spit on your boss three times, then kick him twice. Do that, and you’re free to go."
The lackey freaked out, dropped to his knees in front of Ian. "Boss, please! Just let me off!"
"One, do what I say. Two, I break your arms and legs." Ian’s voice was ice-cold.
The lackey looked torn, but finally gritted his teeth, got up, and walked over to Leon. He spat on him three times, then kicked him twice.
"Boss, is that enough now?" the lackey asked, face twisted in misery.
"Yeah, get lost!" Ian waved him off, then turned his gaze to another lackey, signaling it was his turn.
With someone taking the lead, the next lackey stepped up, spat on Leon three times, kicked him twice, and then hurried off.
This time, before Ian could say anything, a third lackey stepped up on his own.
"Didn't expect you to be a martial arts master."
After sitting back down, Mira Su gazed at Ian Song with a faint look.
"You're too kind, Mira. I've only messed around with a few moves for a couple days," Ian said modestly.
"Alright, enough about that. Let's keep drinking." Mira Su raised her glass, and Ian smiled and joined her.
In less than half an hour, Mira Su had downed two more buckets of cheap beer. Strangely, her stomach was still flat, but she was definitely getting drunker.
"Come on, kid, let's keep going!"
Hearing Mira Su slur her words, Ian Song shook his head quietly. He didn't stop her from drinking, though—he knew she was hiding something inside, and maybe getting drunk would help her feel better.
Finally, after another bucket of beer, Mira Su passed out right on the table.
"Sigh." Ian let out a soft breath and called Boss Yang over to settle the bill, but Boss Yang refused to take his money.
Seeing Boss Yang insist, Ian didn't push it. He just picked up Mira Su and headed for her Beetle.
But as he got close to the Beetle, he realized Mira Su was totally out cold—and he couldn't drive, either.
So, he had to go back to the food stall, dig the keys out of Mira Su's purse, and hand them to Boss Yang. He asked Boss Yang to keep an eye on the car until Mira sobered up tomorrow.
Ian had no idea where Mira Su lived, so he just went to a nearby hotel and booked a room.
Compared to the last time he brought that mysterious female assassin to a hotel, he was way calmer this time.
Don't be fooled by Mira Su's curvy figure—she was actually pretty light. After putting her on the hotel bed, Ian suddenly felt the urge to pee and hurried to the bathroom.
After relieving himself, Ian felt way more comfortable.
Just as he was tucking himself back in, someone staggered into the bathroom, yanked down her skirt, and plopped right down on the toilet...
"Seriously, what is even happening right now?"
Ian glanced over and saw a sight that made his blood rush. He took a deep breath and quickly looked away—only to lock eyes with Mira Su.
"Heh, kid, what are you doing in here?"
Ian was still thinking about how to answer when Mira Su's head suddenly drooped and she fell asleep.
"Hey, Mira, could you at least pull your skirt up before you pass out?" Ian gently nudged her shoulder.
But as he nudged her, Mira Su's upper body flopped back, totally exposing her lower half to him.
Ian couldn't help but stare for a second, his breathing suddenly quickening. His body started reacting, too.
"Mira, you're really trouble," Ian said with a bitter smile. If he'd known this would happen, he wouldn't have let her drink so much.
He stepped forward, supported Mira Su, pulled up her underwear and skirt, then carried her back to bed—breaking out in a sweat from the effort.
Ian tucked Mira Su in, looked at her beautiful, tempting face, and felt his heart race. He muttered to himself, "Mira, it's lucky you ran into me tonight. Anyone else and you'd be in real trouble."
He touched his burning cheeks, then went to the bathroom and splashed cold water on his face.
Suddenly, he heard a thunderous bout of vomiting from outside. Ian rushed out of the bathroom and saw Mira Su sitting barefoot on the edge of the bed, puke all over the floor, her clothes, and her skirt.
"Heh!"
Mira Su gave him a silly smile, then flopped back onto the bed and passed out again.
Seeing this, Ian Song just wanted to cry. He was completely at a loss.
He stood there for a while before going over to the bed. The sour stench hit him right away, almost making him gag—especially when he saw Mira Su covered in puke. He was stuck.
Should he just leave her like this, or take off her dirty clothes and skirt?
After thinking it over, Ian decided to help Mira Su out of her clothes and skirt.
It took a lot of effort to clean up the room. By the time he was done, Ian was sweating again.
After washing and hanging up her dirty clothes and skirt, Ian came out of the bathroom and found Mira Su awake again, standing dazed in the middle of the room in nothing but a skimpy three-piece set.
Ian's eyes went wide all over again.