Just got divorced and immediately got seduced by the stunning senior sister
Chapter 659: The Harder You Pose, The Worse You’re Beaten

Chapter 659: Chapter 659: The Harder You Pose, The Worse You’re Beaten

Choi Seung-ji got out of the car, revealing a smile that showed he hadn’t taken Chen Wei’s words to heart at all.

He wasn’t even angry, but instead retorted, "Isn’t there a possibility that I never intended to hide myself? That you also don’t have the authority to make me do so?"

As he spoke, he reached out to open the rear car door and took out a long sword.

A katana, unmistakably from Sakura Country.

"A South Korean assassin using a katana, you’ve got quite an eclectic style there," Chen Wei said with a laugh.

Choi Seung-ji drew the long sword, its cold gleam dazzling as he twisted the blade in front of him, checking its sharpness.

The blade reflected back his grim face as he asked Chen Wei, "Cut the crap, just tell me, how do you want to die?"

"Do you want to be chopped into mincemeat? Or do you prefer a swift death by a stab through the heart?" In his eyes, Chen Wei was already a dead man.

He wanted him dead, there was no reason he shouldn’t die, he had to die!

"Thinking you can kill me, you’re hardly qualified," Chen Wei truly didn’t know where Choi Seung-ji got his courage from.

Choi Seung-ji felt the same, unable to comprehend why, under these circumstances, Chen Wei could remain so calm and disdainful.

He silently decided that he wanted to hack Chen Wei to death with random strikes! He couldn’t let him die too easily!

He took a few steps forward, and then suddenly noticed the motorcycle that should have driven off and disappeared, turning back around towards them.

The engine turned off, and long legs lifted, as the rider dismounted from the motorcycle.

The leather pants perfectly showcased and outlined the length of the legs.

Choi Seung-ji was dazzled, even the leg models he had seen in magazines paled in comparison to the woman before him.

Especially when Leng Qianqian raised her hands and took off the motorcycle helmet.

Choi Seung-ji’s eyes went wide.

"So beautiful..." The words uncontrollably slipped from his mouth.

He had imagined that a woman with such a perfect figure would also have an extremely beautiful face underneath the helmet.

He had to admit, her face and beauty far surpassed his imagination!

She was nothing like those female celebrities who relied on plastic surgery and filters.

It was like comparing heaven to earth!

In the face of Choi Seung-ji’s wicked gaze, Leng Qianqian’s expression was cold and unimpressed.

It was hard for her to feel even the slightest affection for such a man.

Any affection that might have existed had long since dropped into the negatives.

"What do you think? Do you want me to take care of this minor character for you?" Leng Qianqian’s gaze shifted to Chen Wei as she asked for his opinion.

Indeed, no matter how you looked at it, to her, her little junior brother’s face was more in line with her personal taste.

The more she looked at him, the more attractive he became.

Leng Qianqian truly worried that if this continued, one day she might not be able to control herself and devour Chen Wei completely.

It wasn’t her fault for being moved; the blame, if any, was on her little junior brother for being too exceptional.

"No need, you already said he’s a minor character, there’s no need to trouble you, senior sister," Chen Wei shook his head and responded.

Choi Seung-ji might not have understood the conversation between Chen Wei and Leng Qianqian, but he could clearly sense that the two of them didn’t take him seriously at all!

He raised his hand, pointing the blade toward Leng Qianqian, "Woman, you’re with him, right? Unfortunately, my boss doesn’t want him alive, and your appearance here is making things difficult for me."

"If you don’t want to die, then how about you wisely break off your relationship with him and become my woman?"

Such a prime woman, even if Leng Qianqian had been played by Chen Wei over a hundred, a thousand times, used up, Choi Seung-ji wouldn’t care.

Leng Qianqian’s facial features, her beauty, especially that perfect body proportion, those legs, those hips, that...

Each aspect was stirring up Choi Seung-ji’s restless heart.

I never expected that in such a garbage nation as Great Xia, someone could raise such an extraordinarily beautiful woman.

Even thinking, why not just run off to Great Xia and find more women like Leng Qianqian and bring them back to South Korea.

Their beauty, do Great Xia men deserve to possess it?

Only South Korean men are worthy of having them!

"Idiot." Leng Qianqian’s response to Choi Seung-ji’s so-called grace was just a cold look and two words.

"A peerless beauty! Truly a rare treasure in this world, to humiliate me like this, and yet I don’t even get angry. Instead, I feel an indescribable, strange sensation," Choi Seung-ji affirmed in his heart, already regarding Leng Qianqian as a fairy, a succubus.

This ’fairy,’ ’succubus,’ is not a derogatory term here but an absolute affirmation of Leng Qianqian’s physique and beauty!

If asked to score her, on a scale of one hundred, he would surely hesitate not in the least to give her a thousand, ten thousand, a few hundred, or even a few thousand more points, not fearing Leng Qianqian’s pride.

"..." Hearing Choi Seung-ji’s words, Leng Qianqian felt there was no need to even speak.

"Don’t worry, I’ll properly vent this anger on your behalf," Chen Wei assured Leng Qianqian.

He would not allow anyone to humiliate his fellow disciple before him.

Choi Seung-ji lacked the qualification!

Watching as Chen Wei appeared before him in an instant.

Choi Seung-ji’s eyes bulged, completely frozen in place.

How could he be so fast?

There was no chance to react.

He saw Chen Wei’s fist rapidly enlarge before his eyes!

Then, he felt a surge of intense pain.

By the time he realized it, he had already flown backwards three or four meters, falling to the ground with a thud.

His nasal bone fractured!

"..." Choi Seung-ji furrowed his brows, wiping the blood from his nose, only to find it looked more gruesome the more he wiped.

Getting up from the ground with a chuckle, "I didn’t expect it, I underestimated you indeed, you do have some skills. No wonder you dare to be so arrogant."

Gripping the katana hilt with both hands, he raised it at an angle, the blade facing Chen Wei. This time, Choi Seung-ji was the first to attack.

Intending to sever the very same arm that Chen Wei used to punch him!

To give him a harsh lesson and make him realize the grievous consequences of striking at him.

The thought was pleasant, but reality was incredibly cruel!

No matter how much strength Choi Seung-ji used or how swiftly he swung the blade, he could never manage to touch even a single hair on Chen Wei.

In contrast, Chen Wei, with his hands clasped behind his back, made dodging look effortless.

It put tremendous pressure on Choi Seung-ji and made him feel an unprecedented humiliation!

As a professional assassin, when had he ever suffered such indignity!

Vowing to tear Chen Wei to pieces!

"Die! Just die!" He roared as he swung his sword, his breath unsteady and his moves more chaotic, completely erratic.

It was easy to see that Choi Seung-ji was merely venting his rage.

Chen Wei had already lost interest in Choi Seung-ji at this point.

He had thought that someone so boisterous must have some ability.

After testing him, it proved he had thought too much.

It was time to bring an end to this farce and put a period at the end.