Chapter 108: Can the old lady get you!

Bang!

This isn't gunfire; it's the sound of violently kicking the door.

The antique carved wooden door swung open on both sides.

Of course, Lin Dongfan shouted before kicking the door: "I'm coming in, don't shoot." Life is still important.

As soon as the door opened, he raised both hands to show he meant no harm.

"Close the door."

"Oh."

Yin Qiuhong sat on the living room sofa, the muzzle of her 92-type pistol pointed at Lin Dongfan.

Lin Dongfan obediently turned and closed the door.

It was also with this turn that Lin Dongfan saw a puddle of expensive liquid at the base of the wall, the door panel had been poured with it, and the surrounding wooden walls had been doused too—no wonder the room smelled strongly of gasoline.

On the table lay several bundles of something that looked like explosives.

Speechless, he cried out to the heavens!

This time we're screwed; whether it's a real bomb or a sausage with a fuse, the chilling feeling is all too real.

In the instant he turned and locked eyes with Yin Qiuhong, Lin Dongfan seemed to see his great‑grandmother beckoning from the netherworld.

"How about… we talk somewhere else?"

For safety's sake, Lin Dongfan stood stock‑still, hands held in the standard surrender pose.

Yin Qiuhong seemed like a cold‑hearted mafia big sister.

Her gun stayed trained on Lin Dongfan: "Bolt the door."

"Oh."

Lin Dongfan turned and bolted the door.

He turned and asked Yin Qiuhong, "Can I say hello to my brother?"

"Approved, but you may say only one sentence, no more than five characters."

Yin Qiuhong's face again flashed a playful smile; obviously she enjoyed this queen‑like life of near‑total control.

Only one sentence allowed, and it must not exceed five characters.

That calls for a serious summary!

Lin Dongfan racked his brain for ten seconds, then shouted through the door: "There's a bomb inside!"

"Pfft~~~"

Yin Qiuhong couldn't hold back a goose‑like laugh; it seemed everything was going as she'd expected.

Lin Dongfan turned to look at the explosives on the table, then at the mysteriously laughing Yin Qiuhong, and wondered, "Could those actually be a few packs of sausage?"

"That's a mushroom cloud—more than enough to send you to the Western Heaven."

Amid the laughter, Yin Qiuhong rose to her feet.

She pointed her gun at Lin Dongfan: "Walk three steps forward, then turn right, keep going straight, and after 24 steps turn left."

"Where to?"

"To send you to the Western Heaven."

"You're only 32, you look awesome, life still has infinite possibilities—why court death at a young age? Turn yourself in, I'll make sure you don't die."

"Enough with the talk—are you coming or not?!"

Before he could finish, Yin Qiuhong fired a shot into the sky.

Bang!

The ceiling was left with a round bullet hole.

At that moment, a panicked cry came from outside: "Senior Brother, are you alright?"—it was Jian Sining.

"I'm fine, don't come over!"

He appeared perfectly calm on the surface, but his heart was practically jumping into his throat.

Seeing that Yin Qiuhong was running out of patience—her next shot might hit his head—Lin Dongfan dared not waste words and simply followed the route she'd specified.

Outside.

Yang Qing was on the phone making an urgent report to his superior: "Yin Qiuhong not only has a gun, there are explosives in the house, and Lin Dongfan is in there negotiating…"

Inside.

Lin Dongfan followed the route Yin Qiuhong had given him, never expecting the destination to be the bedroom.

Yin Qiuhong locked the door behind her.

Keeping her gun aimed at Lin Dongfan, she continued: "Take off your clothes."

"What are you planning?" Lin Dongfan pondered, his face paling: "Do you want to photograph me to threaten me, to force me to let you go? That childish trick won't help you escape the law."

"Obey the order, or I'll blow it away!"

Yin Qiuhong lowered the gun's muzzle—an even more terrifying prospect than aiming at Lin Dongfan's head.

This made Lin Dongfan instantly recall the *Sunflower Treasure Canon*.

But if that crazy woman Yin Qiuhong really pulled the trigger, Lin Dongfan would certainly never become the unbeatable Eastern Heretic of the *Laughing in the Jianghu*; he'd end up a little Lin who has to squat to pee.

"Go ahead and shoot if you want—who's afraid of whom?"

Lin Dongfan stripped down in a flash; good thing the air‑conditioner was on, otherwise out in the biting wind he'd have frozen into a trembling sand sculpture.

Yin Qiuhong admired Lin Dongfan's sturdy musculature.

She seemed quite pleased.

She smirked triumphantly: "Not bad. Lie down and cuff your hands to the headboard." Then she tossed the two pairs of handcuffs she'd prepared beforehand.

"That's going too far." Lin Dongfan gritted his teeth in anger: "What the hell do you want?!"

Obey the order!

Before the words even fell, Yin Qiuhong fired a shot at Lin Dongfan's feet as a show of force.

This time Lin Dongfan stood motionless, his eyes constantly glaring at Yin Qiuhong.

Seeing that this shot had no deterrent effect, Yin Qiuhong's face darkened: "Don't test my patience—do you believe I'll shoot you dead first, then blow up that bunch of bastards outside?"

"I believe."

Lin Dongfan flung himself onto the bed, spread-eagle.

First he cuffed his left hand.

Then he spread out his right hand.

He struck a pose of utter indifference: "I don't have a third hand, so this cuff won't go on."

"Don't move."

After Yin Qiuhong cuffed Lin Dongfan's right hand, he completely lost any ability to resist—calling him a helpless salted fish awaiting slaughter would not be an exaggeration.

Lin Dongfan said: "If I don't go to hell, who will? Go ahead, slap me, then after you're done, turn yourself in."

"Did I say I was going to slap you?" Yin Qiuhong asked with a laugh.

Lin Dongfan looked bewildered: "Then what do you want to do?"

"Guess."

Chuckling lightly, Yin Qiuhong set her gun aside.

After taking off her coat, she brushed back her hair.

When she also undid the buttons of her silk shirt, the exquisite pure gold pendant dangled, flashing a bewitching brilliance in the lamp light.

Lin Dongfan asked incredulously: "Are you sick? What do you think I am? I really have my limits."

"Didn't you say you were a man I could never get?" Yin Qiuhong straddled Lin Dongfan's belly, pinching his neck with a smile: "Tell me, can I have you?"

"I have AIDS!" Lin Dongfan closed his eyes, striking a pose of nonchalance.

Yin Qiuhong gave a wicked smile: "How coincidental, I have it too."

A war that cannot be described in any words began under Yin Qiuhong's strong push.

Lin Dongfan really wanted to call a truce.

Only after struggling to the end did he glumly realize—he really wasn't any saint, his parents hadn't given him a wrong name, and indeed he was utterly ordinary, utterly mundane.

Too embarrassing.

Lin Dongfan felt ashamed, tears streaming down his face:

"Damn it, I'm clearly the victim, yet I inexplicably ended up in a state of enjoyment; the aftereffects of not being able to touch my wife during the first three months of her pregnancy were also thoroughly cured by her..."

Ten minutes later.

Finally, he wore her out.

"A woman like you who doesn't observe wifely virtue—in ancient times you'd be drowned in a pig basket." Lin Dongfan closed his eyes in contempt.

Yin Qiuhong replied disdainfully: "Just because of that line, today I'm going to wreck you! Take the medicine, then let's go again."

"If you've got the guts, unlock my handcuffs."

Lin Dongfan slit his eyes open a crack and sneakily glanced at Yin Qiuhong's reaction.

Yin Qiuhong reached out and took the gun in her hand: "If it's unlocked, it's unlocked; this grandma isn't afraid of death now, so why would I fear you? I have a gun—if you don't put in the effort, I'll send you to the palace."