Chapter 25: Cheng Kexin Encounters Danger

Looking at the scene before him, Chen Che felt his mouth go dry; he tugged hard at his tie and exhaled a breath of turbid air.

"Quick, so hot, give it to me..."

Ma Menghan twisted her body restlessly, urging Chen Che to go further.

Chen Che could not hold back anymore, nor did he want to hold back any longer.

"Hum..."

He unbuckled his belt and was just about to go further when the sound of a mobile phone vibrating rang out.

Chen Che pulled out his phone with a look of irritation, thinking of cursing the bastard who was calling.

Unexpectedly, it was a call from his Sixth Senior Sister, Cheng Kexin.

Chen Che's agitated heart calmed down a little, and he answered the call.

"Junior Brother, come quickly to the Miaoquan Club, save me..."

The call was cut off.

Chen Che was stunned; the sudden turn of events made him completely calm down.

With his family members murdered one after another and the master who taught him his skills gone, his senior sisters were the only relatives he had left in the world.

He could not allow his family to suffer any more harm!

"Come quickly, I can't hold on... I can't take it anymore..."

Seeing that Chen Che refused to act, Ma Menghan sat up and hugged him, taking the initiative to kiss his mouth.

However, Chen Che no longer had the slightest bit of interest at this moment.

He took out a Silver Needle and inserted it into an acupuncture point on Ma Menghan's back.

"Ah..."

Ma Menghan let out a soft, bone-melting moan, as if a basin of cold water from an iceberg had been poured over her head.

It ruthlessly and domineeringly extinguished the flames in her agitated body.

"I leave Cheng Kexiang to you to look after; I have something to do, I'm leaving!"

By the time Ma Menghan recovered her composure, Chen Che had already left these words behind and vanished.

Looking at her disheveled state, Ma Menghan felt shy and somewhat displeased, muttering to herself: "I was already like that and you actually ran off. Am I really that unappealing to you? Hmph, you saw my body and still want to run? It's not going to be that easy!"

Chen Che soon arrived at the Miaoquan Club; he went to the front desk and asked: "Hello, may I ask which room the guest named Cheng Kexin is in?"

"One moment."

The female receptionist was stunned by Chen Che's handsome appearance, and while searching the records, she did not forget to sneak a glance at him.

Blinded by lust, she even forgot to ask about Chen Che's background for a moment.

"I'm sorry, we don't have a guest named Cheng Kexin here," the receptionist said after finding nothing.

Chen Che's face darkened; he formed a seal with his hands, his eyes suddenly widened, his True Qi circulated, and he unleashed his Pupil Technique.

Artisan Technique is different from Martial Dao.

Martial Dao mainly uses True Qi to train the physique, but it basically doesn't use True Qi during combat.

Artisan Technique, however, relies entirely on True Qi to be unleashed, which is the character's mana.

At the same time, the higher the content of True Qi in the human body, the higher the realm, and the stronger the Artisan Technique unleashed.

Chen Che was gifted; after ten years of cultivation, his realm had already reached the Hundred Feet Head level, but because he was poisoned, he needed a large amount of True Qi to suppress it.

Therefore, the realm and strength he displayed were very limited.

At this moment, while using the Pupil Technique to find someone, the True Qi he could freely mobilize in his body was simply insufficient to release the full power of the Pupil Technique's insight.

He had no choice but to mobilize a portion of the True Qi suppressing the poison; if he were the least bit careless, the poison would flare up.

But for the sake of Cheng Kexiang, he could not care about that much.

"Open!"

Chen Che let out a low roar, his pupils emitting a faint, glowing blue light; the entire building was transparently decomposed in his eyes, and the people in every room fell into his sight.

The female receptionist opened her small mouth, looking at Chen Che's eyes with a face full of wonder.

"That..."

Driven by intense curiosity, the receptionist wanted to take the initiative to strike up a conversation, but Chen Che had already sprinted into the depths of the club at this moment.

Inside room 203, Cheng Kexin was wearing a bathrobe, lying on a massage bed, her whole body limp.

Standing around her bed was a circle of tall, burly men with bare torsos.

The leader had a black scorpion tattooed on the left side of his neck.

"You are not allowed to touch me, otherwise my junior brother will not let you off..."

Cheng Kexin looked at the men around her with a face full of panic; the intense male hormones made her feel even more terrified, and she couldn't help but breathe rapidly, yet she was unable to move at all.

The Scorpion squinted his eyes, carefully examining Cheng Kexiang's curvaceous and near-perfect figure under the bathrobe, and smiled lewdly: "Beauty, don't scare us like this. Don't blame us either; we are just doing this for money."

"Boss, I can't take it anymore. This woman is top-tier, both in looks and figure!"

A relatively short man rubbed his hands together, his face full of impatience.

The Scorpion's Adam's apple bobbed, his bloodshot eyes filled with greed and mania.

"I'll go first, you guys wait!"

As the Scorpion said this, his fingers slid lightly over one of Cheng Kexin's delicate hands.

Cheng Kexin was greatly alarmed, her eyes filled with tears, and she shouted: "Get lost, don't touch me! I am... mmm..."

The Scorpion stuffed a towel into Cheng Kexin's mouth and said: "Beauty, don't make a noise yet. Save your energy to scream later."

The Scorpion's eyes gleamed, and he grabbed the bathrobe on Cheng Kexin's body, about to rip it open.

"Bang!"

At this moment, the room door was kicked open by someone from the outside.

Chen Che appeared at the doorway, his face full of rage: "You dare to touch anyone of mine, who gave you the guts!?"

Having his good time interrupted, the Heir was very displeased and shouted: "Where did this brat come from? Beat him out for me!"

Five or six subordinates swarmed up, fierce and menacing like a pack of wolves whose feeding had been interrupted.

However, no matter how crazy a pack of wolves is, they are no match for the king of beasts.

When Chen Che saw Cheng Kexin's condition using his Pupil Technique, he was furious to the extreme, and at this moment, he did not hold back in the slightest.

Facing the pack of wolves lunging at him, Chen Che threw a punch.

"Boom!"

A sound of air being torn, neither loud nor soft, rang out, and the five or six people instantly exploded into a mist of blood.

Upon seeing this scene, the Heir was only briefly stunned, then rushed toward Chen Che: "You killed my brothers, I'll finish you off!"

Chen Che met him head-on, easily grabbed the Heir by the neck, and lifted him off the ground.

"Cough..."

The Heir's eyes rolled back, but his feet were still flailing against Chen Che's body.

Chen Che frowned; he noticed that the Heir's pupils were blood-red and the veins on his body were bulging, clearly in a state of madness.

A sandalwood scent was inhaled into his nasal cavity; Chen Che's body shuddered, and he turned his head to look at the incense burner placed on the windowsill.

Smoke filled the air, and the room was full of sandalwood.

This was a specially made incense that could amplify the desires in one's heart, making people go mad and lose their reason.

Chen Che inserted a Ghost Gate Needle into the Heir's palm acupoint; the Heir's body shuddered, and he calmed down instantly.

Chen Che let him go and strode to the windowsill to extinguish the incense.

Then he came to Cheng Kexin's side and asked with concern: "Sixth Senior Sister, how are you?"

Seeing Chen Che, Cheng Kexin felt completely relaxed; just looking at his handsome face, she felt as if she were wrapped in a sense of security.

Cheng Kexin's eyes were gentle as she gazed at Chen Che with deep affection: "I'm fine, I just can't move yet."

Chen Che immediately took Cheng Kexin's pulse and said with a sigh of relief: "It's Soft Muscle Powder, there's no danger to your life."

Chen Che took out the Ghost Gate Needle again and carefully inserted it into Cheng Kexin's body to dispel the medicinal effect of the Soft Muscle Powder.

After the acupuncture was finished, Chen Che helped Cheng Kexin sit up.

Cheng Kexin leaned into Chen Che's arms, deliberately not getting up.

"Senior Sister, are you not better yet?" Chen Che asked with some worry.

A smile hung on the corners of Cheng Kexin's lips as she deliberately said: "I'm still a little tired, hold me for a while."

Chen Che changed his posture, opened his arms, and pulled Cheng Kexin into a bear hug face-to-face.

Cheng Kexin was slightly startled, a blush rose on her pretty face, and she buried her face in Chen Che's shoulder.

The now-calm Heir opened his eyes; recalling the scene where his five or six little brothers were all turned into blood mist by a single punch just moments ago, a chill could not help but rise in his heart.

He slowly raised his head, and the way he looked at Chen Che was as if he were seeing a life-reaping Impermanence.

Reason told him he should run, but his legs would not listen to him, as if they were a thousand pounds heavy, unable to move even an inch.

"Senior Sister, what exactly happened?"

With soft jade in his arms, Chen Che patted Cheng Kexin's back slowly.

Cheng Kexin, wearing only a bathrobe, felt like she was wearing nothing at all while held in his arms; that smooth skin and her full body made Chen Che's mind wander.

Cheng Kexin reluctantly left Chen Che's warm embrace, sighed, and said: "I was careless..."