Urban Super Soldier King
Chapter 170 - 170 170 Your Taste is Terrible

170: Chapter 170 Your Taste is Terrible 170: Chapter 170 Your Taste is Terrible “Scared?

Hell no…” Tie Zhuzi became utterly frantic after hearing this; he didn’t care what sort of background Ding Yongzhi had, he was determined to kill him.

Even though he was a friend of an arms dealer, their association did not seem to be very close, otherwise, Ding Yongzhi would not have been looked down upon by Shen San.

But now that they knew of this connection, Xiang Yu and his team had to be even more cautious.

Having found no further useful information, Xiang Yu and his team returned to the hall.

They had planned to gather people in the evening, storm in, kill Ding Yongzhi and save Ning Xiaolu, and that would be the end of it.

But the situation now seemed more complicated than they had thought.

Since he was on good terms with an arms dealer, the weapons in their people’s hands would naturally be formidable.

Thinking back to the explosive situation when they killed Yan Bin, Xiang Yu couldn’t help but worry—after all, bullets do not discriminate; if his brothers got hurt, it would be regrettable.

Unaware of her location, Ning Xiaolu gradually regained consciousness.

She did not know what had happened, only feeling that the lights around her were very bright.

In the morning, she had slipped away from everyone, taking fresh flowers and paper money, intending to pay respects to her father.

She knew she was in danger, but she went anyway.

If she could not avenge her father, and didn’t even have the ability to come and see him, she might as well be dead.

When she arrived at her father’s grave, she found that a bouquet of fresh flowers was already placed there.

At that moment, she wondered if perhaps a friend of her father still remembered that today was the anniversary of his death?

While she was puzzled, someone suddenly appeared behind her, and then covered her mouth with something.

Ning Xiaolu instantly lost all sense and consciousness.

When she now came to, her surroundings were brightly lit, the place was very large, and there seemed to be two people standing in the distance, each holding a gun.

When Ning Xiaolu fully opened her eyes and came to her senses, she knew she had been captured.

“Let me go, who are you?

Why are you kidnapping me?

Somebody help…” Knowing what had happened, Ning Xiaolu immediately started shouting.

Although she had been through so much and had matured, developing a reticent and cold character, she was still a woman, having had no professional training, and panic was her initial reaction upon facing danger.

“Quiet, or I’ll kill you,” one of the men standing in the distance shouted.

He then took out his cell phone and made a call, “Young Master Ding, the girl’s awake.”

The person on the other end of the line was evidently thrilled to hear that Ning Xiaolu was awake and hastily hung up the phone.

Within a few minutes, someone hurried in from a distance.

This person was rubbing his hands with an impatient look on his face, none other than Ding Yongzhi’s son, Ding Xinglong.

“You two, get out.

No one comes in without my order,” Ding Xinglong swallowed hard, then hurriedly walked towards Ning Xiaolu.

The two men exchanged glances, snickered quietly, and then left, closing the door behind them.

“Pretty girl, you’re awake,” Ding Xinglong said with a lecherous smirk, standing in front of Ning Xiaolu, his gaze filled with evil intent.

“Ding Xinglong, you son of a bitch, I just knew you and your father were behind this, you fucking animal.” Ning Xiaolu naturally recognized Ding Xinglong; at one time, they had even been good friends, although back then Ding Xinglong had masqueraded as a gentleman, nearly capturing Ning Xiaolu’s heart.

But today, it was clear he was no different from his father, both were brutal beasts with a human face.

“Xiaolu, I’ve waited so long for you, and now, I’ve finally got you,” Ding Xinglong squatted there, playfully lifting Ning Xiaolu’s chin with his hand as he teased.

“Get away from me, you fucking animal, don’t touch me.” Ning Xiaolu glared with wide eyes, looking at Ding Xinglong with hatred.

Ding Xinglong paid no attention to her, simply continuing, “Do you know what I do every time I dream of you?

I dream of you giving it to me, giving me…” Ding Xinglong, intoxicated, then closed his eyes with a smile and said, “Then I ejaculate, and it’s just so damn good.”

“You bastard, stay away from me, you fucking animal…” Ning Xiaolu screamed out loud, wishing she could slap this son of a bitch, but her hands and feet were tied, and she couldn’t move.

“I never thought the day would come when my dreams would become reality.

The moment I saw you, I just couldn’t take it anymore, I couldn’t stand it.” Ding Xinglong was clearly enraptured, then once again opened his eyes to look at Ning Xiaolu, “But I didn’t touch you, I just wanted you to wake up and do it for me yourself.”

“You sick pervert, you’re going to die a horrible death, you’ll get what’s coming to you,” Ning Xiaolu shouted at the top of her lungs.

“Retribution?

What retribution?

I’ve grown up without knowing what retribution is.

I’ve had my way with hundreds, maybe thousands of women, and here I am, standing fine, while you still have to serve me well,” Ding Xinglong laughed heartily.

“You’ll get what’s coming to you, Xiang Yu will avenge me,” Ning Xiaolu, overcome with fear, suddenly blurted out Xiang Yu’s name.

She didn’t know why she said it, perhaps it was just a subconscious belief that Xiang Yu would avenge her.

Xiang Yu had said he would avenge her last time, but he hadn’t followed through.

Thinking of Xiang Yu brought a bitter smile to Ning Xiaolu’s heart.

She had no particular relationship with Xiang Yu; why should he avenge her?

Moreover, she had nearly killed him last time.

“Xiang Yu?

Did you say Xiang Yu?” Ding Xinglong suddenly burst into insane laughter, as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world, laughing so hard that he actually cried.

“Xiaolu, have you got it wrong?

You think Xiang Yu will avenge you?

Who do you think Xiang Yu is, a philanthropist or a mob boss?” Ding Xinglong laughed and then shook his head with a sigh, “Xiaolu, how could you become so foolish as you grew older.

Even if Xiang Yu were a philanthropist, do you think he has the ability?

He’s just a small business owner of a logistics company.”

“A logistics company may seem like a big deal to you, but to me, it’s nothing, no, it’s less than nothing.

And you’re hoping he’ll avenge you?

You must be blind,” he said.

“Xiaolu, you’re a real disappointment.

I’ve never been this disappointed in you before.

When did your judgment become so poor?

Besides, we kidnapped you secretly, like ghosts, unnoticed.

Do you think Xiang Yu is a god, that he knows you’re here?

Naïve, just plain naïve.”

“However, even though your judgment is poor, I do like that cherry little mouth of yours,” Ding Xinglong belittled Ning Xiaolu, then refocused his attention on her.

Ding Xinglong was famously perverse.

This was something their hotel’s waitress, Xiao Hong, knew all too well; not only was he a pervert, but his father as well, truly a perverse pair, worthy of their father and son relationship…