Capítulo 1520: Chapter 1606: Alas, How Wretched
Muto, the old geezer, naturally never dread that this delicate young lady was now ready to strike at him. Truly, this fulfilled the old saying that lust is a sharp blade.
Muto never imagined that after a lifeti of commanding the winds and the waves, laughing proudly in the Martial World, he would one day be sched against by a young lady. It’s truly lantable.
After Muto and Nangong Xinyue entered the room, Muto grew a bit impatient. He wanted to imdiately strip down and pounce on Nangong Xinyue, but after so thought, he decided to steady himself a bit and act like a hypocrite.
Muto Kenzo swore he would have Nangong Xinyue today, no matter the ans. But thinking it over, he realized there was no need to hurry; voluntary was always better than forced.
“Mr. Muto, indeed you have the aura of a hero. I’ve heard from my father about Mr. Muto, but never had the chance to et. Mr. Wu Teng turned out to be more commanding and charming than I imagined!”
Saying this, Nangong Xinyue poured herself a glass of red wine, dropped flower petals into it, and then poured a glass for Muto.
Muto Kenzo didn’t bother pondering whether the woman wanted to trick him. To him, she was not a worthy opponent; after all, she was just a girl, one he would never take seriously.
In his worldview, Muto Kenzo was like a wolf, while Nangong Xinyue was a sheep, with no chance of escape. Thinking this truly got him exhilarated.
Muto Kenzo couldn’t resist wanting to embrace Nangong Xinyue, but she stepped back and handed him the wine with a smile.
“Mr. Muto, in Huaxia, when a man fancies a woman, he drinks, and drinks deeply. I wonder what feelings you have for ?”
I must admit, this woman is quite the little fairy; a casual line directs the spotlight onto Nangong Xinyue.
Muto Kenzo, with hearty cheer, took the wine glass, sniffed it slightly, and determined it was likely not poisoned. Instantly sensing it was probably safe, he carelessly drank it all, contemplating starting mischief. He grew quite impatient.
“Young lady, are you satisfied?”
Muto Kenzo wanted to call her a flower girl, but realized it might sound worse, so refrained. Nonetheless, this young lady title felt uncomfortable.
“…”
Being called young lady made Nangong Xinyue nearly burst with anger. Damn, how disgusting that term was! Yet, because the drug hadn’t taken effect, she dared not voice her discontent, lanting not asking Da Zhangwei how long this stuff takes to act.
Muto Kenzo had started taking off his coat, becoming slightly too excited, wanting to just start imdiately. But suddenly, he felt his body dizzy, overwheld by nausea.
“What have you done to !”
Muto Kenzo jolted with shock, sensing his body was under soone else’s control, feeling utterly powerless, unsure of what was happening as his energy rapidly drained away absurdly fast.
“Soone co! Soone save …”
Growing more frightened, Muto Kenzo shouted for help, trying to notify his n with his phone. This panicked Nangong Xinyue, who smashed a wine bottle across his head, pondering why Da Zhangwei’s concoction didn’t make him pass out as promised.
Desperately needing a solution, she aid to knock him out, fearing if he summoned his henchn, she’d be dood.
The wine bottle blow cracked Muto, causing blood to stream, but the old man’s constitution was strong, staying conscious.
He kept screaming for help, leaving Nangong Xinyue frantic, crying out.
“Shut up, will you!”
She grabbed a chair, unleashing a flurry of blows upon him. Poor Muto Kenzo ended up bruised and swollen, doubting his existence.
Finally, Muto Kenzo collapsed in a pool of blood, convulsing violently, a fate he never predicted; as legendary as he was, having bullied others all his life, he couldn’t fathom being bullied so brutally, now speechless with distress.
Now, Nangong Xinyue felt at a loss, unfamiliar with murder, lacking experience. Angered by the situation, she acted rashly against Muto Kenzo, but had no clue how to proceed. Terrified by his bloodied cries, panic-stricken as to what to do.
“Ah…”
Frightened, Nangong Xinyue fled. After she dashed out, a handso man entered leisurely. Of course, none other than Su Xuan himself, who gazed at Muto Kenzo sprawled on the ground and sneered.
“Muto Kenzo, to be honest, I didn’t think you’d be taken down so easily by a girl. Are all Japanese n such beasts, losing their discernnt upon seeing won?”
Su Xuan was exasperated by Muto’s inability to maintain the most basic judgnt around beauty, his awareness absurdly weak.
“Who are you?”
Muto Kenzo hadn’t lost consciousness, rely drained of force.
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