When the disciples of the Wild Wolf Sect saw the Dharma Sword in Zhao Rong’s hand, they were terrified and lost all composure. The n who had been squatting on the ground, pulling up their pants, dropped to their knees and began begging for rcy.
A Wild Wolf Sect disciple, who stood six-foot-three tall, said with a terrified expression, "Hero, we were blind! We had no idea the seemingly weak True Martial Sect was hiding a master like you..."
Another disciple, weighing over 275 pounds, trembled as he pleaded, "Big brother, please show rcy! With just a flick of your wrist, our heads will roll..."
A third disciple, built like a bodybuilding champion, knelt on the ground and whimpered, "Grandfather, if you spare today, I swear I’ll quit the Wild Wolf Sect."
Zhao Rong sat on a bar stool with his legs crossed. He brandished the Dharma Sword, looking at the once arrogant and domineering Wild Wolf Sect disciples. "Although I don’t want to kill you," he said nacingly, "the Dharma Sword in my hand has no eyes."
Upon hearing this, the disciples imdiately began to kowtow, begging Zhao Rong to spare them.
Just then, the owner of the Honglangman Bar ca over. "Hero, please show rcy," she said to Zhao Rong, her voice filled with worry. "If soone dies in my bar, I’ll go bankrupt."
Just as Zhao Rong was about to tell the owner that he was only trying to scare them, she leaned in and whispered in his ear. "Hero, although our Honglangman establishnt has been converted into a bar, if you’re looking for... special services... please, follow ."
Evidently, the owner was giving him a pass to prevent him from causing any real trouble.
Zhao Rong was stunned. He glanced down at the owner’s impressive cleavage and said in surprise, "Your Honglangman place has been converted into a bar, hasn’t it? How can you still offer... services?"
The owner gave a shy smile. "Although the girls have all left, I’m still here... If you’re interested... I can be of service..."
Gazing at the owner’s figure, Zhao Rong blurted out a number and a letter. 36D...
Seeing that the owner was offering to serve him personally, Zhao Rong said awkwardly, "If those young... employees from your bathing center days were still here, I might consider it. But for you to be the one serving ... I feel it’s a bit..."
Hearing Zhao Rong’s apparent lack of interest, the owner quickly began to sell herself. "Little brother, I may be the owner, but I’m only in my early thirties... At my age, a woman is at her most... ferocious. Moreover, my skills are very thorough; I’m an expert in... everything. Don’t let your youth fool you. The mont you step into my cozy little room, I guarantee you’ll be drained dry."
As she spoke, the Honglangman owner gave Zhao Rong a sultry wink.
Zhao Rong took a sharp breath. While his mind raced, trying to imagine what she ant, he looked at her and thought, This mature woman, although she’s much older than ... she possesses a kind of feminine charm and a voluptuous body that you just don’t find in younger girls. It’s incredibly alluring...
Seeing that Zhao Rong was silent, the owner continued, "Little brother, if you don’t believe how capable I am, let’s go to the back room and try it out. You’ll see."
With that, she ordered her staff to open a small door next to the bar. Peeking through the doorway, Zhao Rong could see a hallway lined with many small, partitioned rooms.
It really is a hidden world of its own...
Although Zhao Rong’s heart was pounding, his rationality managed to overco his desire in the face of the owner’s temptation. He leaned in and told her quietly, "Don’t worry, I’m not going to cause any real trouble here. I just wanted to scare these Wild Wolf Sect disciples. I want them to know that the True Martial Sect of today is not the sa as it was before. More importantly, they need to learn that from now on, the True Martial Sect is not to be trifled with."
With that, Zhao Rong sheathed the Dharma Sword and turned back to scold the cowering disciples. "You’d better not show your faces in this bar again," he declared. "Otherwise, I’ll beat you every single ti I see you."
Hearing this, the Wild Wolf Sect disciples kowtowed furiously, thanking Zhao Rong for sparing their lives.
When Zhao Rong saw these burly n—averaging over six-foot-one and 220 pounds—kneeling on the floor, weeping and begging for rcy, he thought to himself, These disgusting n have absolutely no backbone.
He then roared at them, "Get out of here, you worthless curs, and don’t let see your faces again!"
Hearing his command, the disciples of the Wild Wolf Sect scrambled out of the Honglangman Bar in a pathetic retreat.
When the surrounding True Martial Sect disciples saw Zhao Rong single-handedly repel an attack by dozens of Wild Wolf Sect mbers, a collective gasp of amazent went through the crowd.
A disciple hiding in a corner said, "Zhao Rong is incredible. I always knew he was a master at charming won, always seeing him with those three beauties. But now I know he’s an amazing fighter, too. He’s like an army of one, a single man holding a pass against ten thousand."
Another disciple, who had just erged from hiding in the restroom, chid in, "The Second Sect Leader is truly formidable! When Mage Yizhen appointed Zhao Rong to the position, I thought he was just a pretty face. But now I see that he is more than capable of handling the role. He might even beco the Great Sect Leader one day!"
A disciple who had been leering at the won added, "When Zhao Rong makes a move, he’s worth three of anyone else. We’ll never have to worry about the Wild Wolf Sect bullying us again! From now on, we can co to the Honglangman Bar openly and without fear!"
Listening to the praise, Zhao Rong addressed the crowd. "We, the disciples of the True Martial Sect, won’t just occupy the Honglangman Bar... We will take over all the surrounding nightclubs! We’ll leave the Wild Wolf Sect with nowhere to hang out."
At his words, the True Martial Sect disciples raised their arms and cheered, "Second Sect Leader is mighty! Second Sect Leader is dominant!"
Amid the celebration, the Honglangman owner took out her phone. Looking at Zhao Rong, she said, "Heroes have always been born from the young... Even though I’m older than you, that doesn’t stop us from becoming close confidantes." With that, she moved to add Zhao Rong on WeChat.
Seeing her intention, Zhao Rong looked at the mature woman before him: a fantastic figure, brimming with feminine charm... Without thinking, he pulled out his own phone. "Should I scan you, or you scan ?"
The owner smiled faintly, leaning forward and revealing two full, round mounds as she presented her phone. "You can scan my QR code."
When Zhao Rong saw the two enormous... orbs that the owner revealed, he couldn’t help but gulp. He then instinctively added her on WeChat.
After leaving the Honglangman Bar, Zhao Rong couldn’t resist opening the owner’s WeChat Monts on his way back. He saw that her feed was filled with pictures of her in bikinis, either strolling on the beach or splashing in the sea.
Looking at the nosebleed-inducing photos, he couldn’t help but think, Damn, she’s so alluring... so beautiful, with a killer body like that... A man would die happy for just one night with her.
Just as he was fantasizing about the owner’s curvaceous figure, a ssage from her popped up. Zhao Rong hurriedly opened it.
The ssage read: "I’ve been divorced for three years. In all that ti, I never imagined I’d develop feelings for a man younger than , let alone so much younger. But tonight, seeing you in your elent, so full of spirit... it reignited a feeling I thought was long gone... Zhao Rong, if you don’t mind, we could... hook up..."
Realizing that the still-charming owner was a divorcée, Zhao Rong was taken aback. Reading her blatant proposition, he couldn’t help but wonder, Could those wild fantasies in my head actually beco reality soon?
He typed a reply on WeChat: "Let’s be friends first. As for... hooking up... let’s leave that up to fate."
No sooner had he sent the ssage than a reply ca back: "Okay. I’ll co to the True Martial Sect in a couple of days. I’ll find you at your dormitory. If you’re up for it, we can spend the night..."
Hearing that she was planning to co to the True Martial Sect—to his dorm, no less—Zhao Rong panicked. If she cos to the sect, those three girls will skin alive!
He imdiately rejected her offer. "We’re really busy with our training recently. If you co, I might not have ti to see you. How about this: I’ll co back to your Honglangman Bar when I have so free ti. Let’s et then, and not a mont sooner."
Zhao Rong continued chatting with the owner via WeChat as he and Fatty unknowingly walked back into the small alley they had passed earlier. When he saw several beautiful won standing by the roadside, waving at them, he shook his head. The won in this alley really can’t compare in quality to the owner of Honglangman...
As Zhao Rong was musing on the local talent, he saw Miss Lili’s father, the Chairman, furtively slipping into a nearby inn. Not long after the Chairman went inside, his assistant, by a bizarre twist of fate, also appeared in the alley and entered the very sa inn.
When Zhao Rong saw the Chairman go in, he was shocked. The Chairman? A man that rich should be going to high-end clubs and luxury bathhouses. Why would he co to a seedy little inn in an alley like this? Is he looking to try sothing... different?
Just as he was pondering this, he saw the assistant also sneak into the sa inn. This left Zhao Rong even more dumbfounded.
Did the assistant also discover the... talent in this alley? But even so, he can’t possibly go into the sa inn as the Chairman, right? For sothing like this... if they bumped into each other on the way out, how unbelievably awkward would that be?
As if on cue, Zhao Rong’s worries ca true.
Three minutes later, the Chairman walked out of the inn.
One minute after that, the assistant erged.
Both were walking out of the sa inn, both hitching up their pants. They turned, and their eyes t. In an instant, the atmosphere beca excruciatingly awkward. They both wanted to hide, to flee, but it was too late. They had been caught.
And at that exact mont, Zhao Rong walked over.
As he approached, he thought, Wow, the assistant’s ti was ridiculously short, wasn’t it? He’s a classic case of a three-second wonder, even worse than a guy over fifty!
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