Chapter 1: Hunted by a Beautiful Woman

“Who am I? Where did I come from? Where is this place? No... don’t kill me!”

Ye Chen struggled and rolled off the bed, his forehead hitting the ground hard, his mouth pressed against the cold floor.

“Damn!” He scrambled to his feet, rubbing the swollen bump on his forehead, muttering, “I’ve had this dream so many times. Hell, why do I always have the same nightmare?”

He poured a cup of water from the dispenser and drank it in one gulp, finally easing a bit of the pressure inside. Sitting on the sofa, Ye Chen tried to recall the details of his dream: in the darkness, several black-clad assassins relentlessly chased him, until finally he plunged off a cliff...

And in those dreams, a face always appeared in Ye Chen’s mind—a stunningly beautiful, almost bewitching woman, her exquisite features making him swallow repeatedly. For a year, Ye Chen had been haunted by this same dream.

He sat on the sofa, gazing up at the ceiling. His mind was still blank; all he remembered from two years ago were fragments—the pursuit by the black-clad figures and the visage of that alluring woman.

Unconsciously, dawn had already broken; it was six in the morning, the first light of day quietly rising.

Ye Chen glanced outside, then pulled on a knock-off Adidas tracksuit and ran a few laps in the residential garden. By the time he returned, sweat-soaked, it was seven o’clock. He planned to shower, change, and head out for breakfast.

Just as he entered the apartment, he sensed something strange. A year of fleeing had honed his instincts. He furrowed his brow, slowly raising his right foot, lightly tapping his toes on the floor. His sharp eyes swept the room—sofa, table, under the bed—everything seemed peaceful.

Ye Chen relaxed a little, his right heel touching down, left foot stepping forward, each movement slow and deliberate.

Danger...

Ye Chen’s sixth sense suddenly tightened like a taut string! Without thinking, he dove forward, rolling on the ground and drawing two military daggers from his waist, holding them defensively.

“You?!”

Ye Chen’s eyes widened.

Standing before him was a woman in black leather, coldly staring from a short distance away, gripping a slender, crescent-shaped blade. Her brows were knit in anger, her beautiful, icy eyes fixed on Ye Chen.

The black leather outlined her figure perfectly, accentuating every curve. The high collar partly covered her rosy lips, beneath arched brows were eyes like ancient ice, chilling to behold.

Her fiery body was not concealed in the slightest by the leather; in fact, its presence made her even more alluring—long shapely legs, a rounded and pert figure, every aspect radiated her charm.

To any man, she was the ultimate temptation—the kind that would make eyes bulge in desire, wishing to press themselves against her at first sight. Most would overlook her face, distracted by her breathtaking body.

Truthfully, besides her flawless figure, her features were also top-notch: big eyes, delicate nose, small cherry lips. Even Ye Chen, a picky man, had to admit she was a beauty.

“Hmph, you still remember me? I thought you’d forgotten!” Her crimson lips parted, cold eyes nearly shooting daggers to kill Ye Chen. Her gaze alone revealed the depth of her hatred.

“I say, Yaoyue, you’ve been chasing me for a year now—is this really necessary?” Ye Chen grimaced, gripping his daggers tightly. “I told you, it was a misunderstanding—a huge misunderstanding!”

“Bullshit!” Yaoyue glared fiercely. “Ye Chen, let me tell you—excuses won’t work! Anyone who takes advantage of me has only one fate: death!”

With that, Yaoyue’s legs tensed, launching her like a shadow toward Ye Chen. White flashed, sparks flew in the dim room. Ye Chen dared not confront her head-on; Yaoyue’s blade skills were superb, and even his own prowess couldn’t match her with that long knife. Several times, he barely dodged her attacks.

“Stop!” Ye Chen cried, dropping to one knee, panting as he glared at Yaoyue. “If you keep chasing me like this, don’t blame me for fighting back!”

“Hmph, if you’ve got guts, stop hiding like a turtle. If you’re a man, stand and fight!” Yaoyue’s anger burned in her gaze. Her hair, tousled from the bout, framed her smooth forehead slick with sweat, a few strands clinging to the beads, making her even more captivating.

“Don’t think I won’t!” Ye Chen stared back, veins bulging, sweat dripping down his arms. After a morning run and this fierce battle, he was breathing heavily, his eyes bloodshot, as if ready to devour Yaoyue.

“Come on! Let me see how you escape this time!” Without another word, Yaoyue lunged again.

This time, Ye Chen resolved not to dodge. He’d had enough—this cocky girl needed a lesson. His eyes narrowed, he stepped back rapidly, grabbed a wooden stool and hurled it at her.

Yaoyue showed no fear, gripping her blade tightly. With a swift counter, white flashed and the stool exploded into splinters. Ye Chen shifted, pressing himself against the wall, his movements precise and fluid...

The situation changed rapidly; the stool was a decoy, drawing Yaoyue’s attention. His constant retreat lulled her into carelessness. Suddenly, Ye Chen attacked like lightning, a ghostly blur, thrusting straight at Yaoyue’s abdomen.

She gasped, twisting mid-air to evade—

Rip—

The sound of leather tearing under the dagger.

Yaoyue froze, swinging her blade at Ye Chen with an upward strike. The curved blade was best for close combat; she needed to seize this chance.

Ye Chen’s strike failed; he retreated swiftly. Daggers against a curved blade would be deadly, so he kept his distance, waiting for an opening. As he steadied himself, he stared in shock—a dazzling white flashed before his eyes.

Hiss—

Ye Chen gasped. This was trouble. His blade had not only cut through Yaoyue’s leather jacket but also her inner garment, exposing a pale, delicate treasure like a pearl, topped with a bright cherry. For all his discipline, Ye Chen couldn’t resist such blatant temptation; his blood surged, heat rising.

“You...” Yaoyue was stunned. Seeing Ye Chen’s wolfish gaze, she realized something was wrong. Looking down—

Boom—

A bolt of lightning seemed to strike her mind, leaving her dazed, her thoughts wiped blank.

“Ah!!” Her shrill scream pierced the air.

Run!

Ye Chen’s only thought: escape! He leapt out the window. The apartment was only on the second floor, six or seven meters up, with soft grass below. He rolled to absorb the impact, not even bothering to collect his battered car, sprinting out of the complex.

“Bastard, don’t you dare run!” Yaoyue’s face twisted in rage, her eyes ablaze. She grabbed a sheet, wrapped herself, and chased after him.

On the street, a bizarre scene unfolded—a woman wrapped in a bedsheet, clutching a curved blade, shouting wildly, while a man in an Adidas tracksuit fled ahead, glancing back nervously.

“They must be a couple.”

“Probably a john who didn’t pay after sleeping with her. Serves him right! If you can’t afford it, don’t mess around!”

“No, I think the guy dumped her, so she’s chasing him for revenge!”

Passersby stopped to watch, rumors spreading rapidly.

“Bastard, if you’re a real man, stop running!” Yaoyue kept after him.

“Hell no, you think I’m stupid enough to stand and let you chop me?” Ye Chen ran desperately, knocking over anything he could to create obstacles. Who knew what would happen if she caught up? Maybe she’d kill him after assaulting him, though that seemed unlikely; more probably, she’d cut him into eighteen pieces.

“Are you even a man?” Yaoyue’s anger twisted her face, but none of Ye Chen’s barricades slowed her pursuit.

“Damn it, last time was really an accident!” Seeing Yaoyue closing in, Ye Chen shouted.

“Bastard, stop! Don’t run!” Yaoyue wouldn’t give up.

“Auntie, I beg you, I really didn’t mean it last time!” After several hundred meters of sprinting, Ye Chen’s speed lagged behind Yaoyue, the distance narrowing.

“If you keep running, I’ll break your third leg!” Yaoyue roared, her blade ready to strike, her eyes narrowed to slits.

“No, please! Sister, aunt, grandma—no, great-aunt!” Ye Chen cried, his face contorting. He knew Yaoyue wouldn’t show mercy. Instinct pushed him to run faster.

“Bastard, stop!” Yaoyue grew furious seeing Ye Chen pick up speed.

Beep beep—

A car shot out from the right, alarming Ye Chen. The vehicle rushed toward him; he couldn’t dodge, so he jumped onto the hood, arms shielding his head. The timing was perfect.

Ye Chen rolled from hood to trunk, never slowing down. Yaoyue, however, was blocked by the sudden car, forced to watch as Ye Chen crossed the intersection.

“Haha... Yaoyue, if you’ve got guts, catch me!” Ye Chen stood, hands on hips, laughing across the busy street.

“Bastard, if you’re a real man, stop running!” Yaoyue’s face darkened, a pallor rising on her snowy skin.

The bedsheet drew curious stares; her anger had cooled slightly. She knew her ambush had failed again. Yaoyue trembled with rage, teeth grinding. This bastard had taken advantage of her a year ago, and now dared to boast in front of her. If she ever caught him, she’d have to find a few tough women to assault him, then cut off his manhood and send him to Thailand for a gender change.

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