Urban All-Round Master
Chapter 551 - 544: Rich People Are Really Stupid

Chapter 551: Chapter 544: Rich People Are Really Stupid

At that thought, Nangong Bing’s cheeks became even more tempting, deliberately pushing out her chest, cooing softly, "No way! You can’t not touch them now."

Uh, crap!

How could she be so overbearing?

Am I not good enough if I don’t touch them? Who is this woman?

Lin Zifeng was also startled by the old lady’s arrogant aura!

It turned out it was no longer about him wanting to touch her, but her insisting that he must.

"Let’s just drop it, it’s fine to just play around, no need to take it seriously," said Lin Zifeng with a twitching smile at the corner of his mouth.

"Who’s joking with you, go on, touch! Do I, Nangong Bing, look like the kind of woman who doesn’t keep her word? Touch, go on, keep touching until you’re satisfied."

"Remember, you’re the one who said this, not me."

"Touch me." Nangong Bing simply turned her head away, refusing to look at a certain person.

As a result, that certain person glanced at her towering bosom and couldn’t help but make a tsk-tsk sound.

"Hmm, not bad at all. Very well developed."

Dizzy—

Flushed with stimulation, Nangong Bing’s face turned crimson, her body softened, and her delicate face seemed covered with a layer of blush, looking very biteable.

Unfortunately, after Lin Zifeng examined her chest, he said, "Don’t worry, after I’m done touching, I’ll let you have your fill as well."

Pfft—

Nangong Bing really wanted to spit blood and die.

How could he say such an outrageous thing?

He was simply the most ridiculous person ever!

Any other man would probably not utter such a mood-killing statement at this time, but this guy...

"So, are you going to touch them or not?" Nangong Bing couldn’t help but glance at him, seeing that he hadn’t made a move for so long, she became a bit anxious, as holding out her chest was quite tiring.

"Alright, alright, I’ll touch, is that fine?"

Licking his lips, this guy put on a very pitiful expression, as if touching her chest was a loss for him rather than for her, which particularly annoyed Nangong Bing, though she felt powerless to react.

Just as he reached out to Nangong Bing’s chest, to her surprise, she immediately closed her eyes.

It was as if the soft depths of her heart were craving for a man’s caress, her swan-like neck pale and tender, dewy with desire, but unfortunately, Lin Zifeng’s outstretched hand froze in mid-air, never truly making contact.

"You bad man, are you going to touch them or not? Making someone wait so long, are you doing this on purpose?" Nangong Bing cursed inwardly.

After a long wait, Nangong Bing couldn’t help but lower her gaze to the man, only to be surprised to find that Lin Zifeng had disappeared from in front of her.

What she saw instead was the handsome fool staring back at her with a subdued dog-like expression.

"You! You scoundrel!" Nangong Bing was infuriated and blushing with rage, biting her teeth in anger, wishing she could rush up and skin the guy alive.

...

Yet someone in the room was engulfed in cigarette smoke, eyes fixed unblinkingly on a scene on the computer.

The document on the computer screen was the one that Long Yunfei had sent him that evening.

The document contained information on the Dragon Roar Association, but unfortunately, the information wasn’t very detailed, with many areas vaguely described.

To defeat Heavenly Gate, it was necessary to establish an underground force within the country that could contend with them. The fact that he hadn’t completely figured out even Zhonghai City was indeed a headache for him.

Every time he thought about his thirteen past comrades, born into death, their last words before dying, Lin Zifeng’s head would throb with especial intensity.

Question: Brother, how long can you do this?

As long as my heart beats.

In the past, thirteen people had followed him through thick and thin, and now, not even a single corpse could be found—an unavoidable bitterness for Lin Zifeng.

"Heavenly Gate! Sooner or later, I will make you pay!"

"Bang!"

With one punch, Lin Zifeng left a huge hole in the steel computer desk.

...

Meanwhile, at this moment, it was ten o’clock in the morning in the country.

High atop a mountain, lights sparkled like stars, where an organization resembling a military base was conducting an experiment.

In a laboratory controlled by full automation, a group of men and women dressed in silver-white antistatic suits stood at the entrance, waiting.

The entire laboratory was constructed of the world’s most advanced metallic ion and aluminum microstructures, making it appear as sleekly silver-white as a biological lab from a movie.

Inside, there was nothing but Silence, an eerie quiet that was terrifying.

A tall man in an antistatic suit slowly entered from the exterior of the laboratory, passing through successive scans by intelligent iris recognition systems before he successfully entered the inner part of the lab.

"How is the corpse experiment progressing?" The tall man’s fluent English made it clear that his status here was indisputably the highest.

"Lord Kelly, all the bodies have been thawed according to your orders, and we are ready to proceed with the next step of the activation experiment," a black man in an antistatic suit said respectfully.

Obviously, this man named Kelly had an extraordinarily special identity.

"I hope nothing goes wrong, or else none of you will live to see tomorrow’s sunrise," the man said indifferently.

Taking two steps forward, he pulled out a cryogenic chamber.

Looking at a row of twelve bodies, frozen solid thickly in ice, his broad brows could not help but furrow slightly.

These fellows had all been legends in the mercenary world in their lifetime!

It’s just a pity they had the misfortune to encounter the wrong person, who knows why they ended up following that kid.

Thinking of this, the man’s broad brows furrowed even more deeply.

His gaze was fiery, there should have been thirteen people, so why was there one missing?

The man’s tall and imposing figure paused. Could it be that one of them had not died after all?

...

The next morning, Lin Zifeng had already left his house with Nangong Bing, heading to her classmate’s wedding ceremony. Honestly, he really didn’t want to go today, but under Nangong Bing’s forceful insistence, Lin Zifeng felt that he might as well attend to save himself from his grandma’s complaints later.

"The weather is really nice today," Nangong Bing remarked.

Looking out the car window at the scenery receding into the distance, her mood was exceptionally pleasant. A classmate’s wedding was a joyful occasion, and besides, what could make Nangong Bing unhappy?

"The weather is fine indeed, just a bit hot," Lin Zifeng said as he loosened his tie. He had worn the accursed tie only due to Nangong Bing’s insistent pressure. To be honest, he wasn’t used to such upper-class accoutrements, and early in the morning, before he had even finished his first business, his grandma had pulled him out to buy a new suit, pants, and even to change his whole outfit to a leather belt, saying that today’s attendees were all dignitaries and he should dress ostentatiously enough not to appear petty.

The rich are so pitiful. Wearing suits and ties in such hot weather—isn’t that just what fools love to do?