Beiming Xue's black hair brushed against Wang Yan's face, and the faint orchid fragrance from her hair wafting into Wang Yan's nose made him shudder.
Wang Yan's body felt again like he was practicing advanced martial arts, with a racing heartbeat.
"Ah—" A scream escaped Beiming Xue's mouth as she flipped off Wang Yan, looking at him in horror as if she had seen a demon.
"Oh my God, what have I done!" The same voice echoed incessantly in Beiming Xue's mind; she couldn't accept that her first kiss had been recklessly given to a stranger.
Wang Yan also hurriedly sat up, staring dazedly at Beiming Xue, with his racing heartbeat causing his blood to surge.
"Indeed a monster! What kind of demon art is this?"
The two stared blankly at each other, silent and speechless for a moment.
On the other side, the skinny man's gaze at Wang Yan was also as if he were looking at a demon.
The bullet-dodging move Wang Yan had just made was incredibly bizarre; although they were close, he not only dodged the bullet but also saved Beiming Xue, a feat impossible for a human.
The skinny man almost went dumb, his eyes wide, and his teeth kept clashing together.
However, seeing Beiming Xue, the skinny man regained some clarity and remembered the hefty commission he received; if he didn't kill Beiming Xue, he would die even worse.
Thinking of this, the skinny man gritted his teeth and shouted, "You'll all die."
Having said that, he frantically squeezed the trigger, firing the remaining bullets toward Wang Yan.
Hearing the sound, Wang Yan suddenly returned to a cold state, leaping from the ground with muscles taut, exuding cold energy as though he were a hungry Wolf spotting prey.
His eyes, cold as ice, instantaneously noticed the six bullets flying toward him, completely sealing the space in front of him.
Wang Yan's body charged forward, his speed abruptly increased to the extreme, leaving a trail of afterimages behind him—as though there were dozens of Wang Yan.
The six bullets all struck a Wang Yan but passed right through because what they hit were merely his shadows.
Wang Yan's speed was even faster than the bullets.
Seeing this scene, the skinny man froze in terror, and the other thugs shivered like they were looking at the devil.
The skinny man's fingers instinctively continued pulling the trigger, but the bullets were exhausted, and the empty hammer made a "thud-thud" sound.
Wang Yan stopped, his cold gaze fixed on the skinny man, slowly walking toward him one step at a time, accompanied by the "thud-thud" sound, resembling the approach of death.
The skinny man suddenly felt a hot wetness between his legs, and a pungent smell rushed into his nose.
He had wet himself out of fear.
However, no one laughed at the skinny man at this moment because the other thugs were also scared to wet themselves.
All the thugs' pants hems were wet, with droplets of yellow liquid dripping down, splattering on the ground.
Wang Yan came before the skinny man, saying nothing, just raising a hand.
The skinny man shivered, glanced at Wang Yan's hand, and immediately understood his intention, hurriedly placing the handgun in Wang Yan's palm.
Wang Yan glanced down, moved his fingers, and the parts of the handgun fell to the ground one by one under the skinny man's fearful gaze.
It turned out that Wang Yan merely twitched his fingers to disassemble a handgun.
Wang Yan said coldly, "It's just an artifact like a Zhuge Crossbow." He tossed the empty gun frame aside, looked up, and asked the skinny man, "Earlier, did you say you wanted to beat me till I was toothless?"
The skinny man trembled and quickly said, "No… I absolutely didn't say that…" But looking at Wang Yan's cold gaze, the skinny man suddenly realized his mistake and hurriedly said, "I meant I want to make myself toothless."
Having said that, the skinny man bent down, picked up a stone without hesitation, and smashed it against his mouth.
With several cracking sounds, the skinny man's mouth immediately became bloody.
Yet, the skinny man grinned, saying, "I'm finding my teeth now, finding my teeth now."
Blood covered his face, and as he opened his mouth, the teeth inside fell like rain, landing with a "clatter" on the ground.
Despite this, he still smiled obsequiously at Wang Yan.
Seeing the skinny man's miserable appearance, Wang Yan displayed a trace of disgust and said coldly, "Get lost!"
Hearing this 'get lost,' the skinny man reacted as if hearing the voice of a Buddha, repeatedly bowing in gratitude, turning around, and running out of the mountain.
The remaining thugs also fled in panic, even the one-armed fat man scrambled up and ran faster than a rabbit.
Turning around, the formerly cold and fierce Wang Yan saw Beiming Xue and instantly hesitated, thinking: Finally, it's done; time to leave her. Such terrifying monsters! From now on, when entering the city, I must avoid these monsters.
With this thought, Wang Yan was about to swiftly descend the mountain.
Watching Wang Yan leave, Beiming Xue's heart churned with mixed emotions—bitterness, sweetness, sourness, and spiciness.
Wang Yan rescued her twice but bullied her, taking her first kiss.
Beiming Xue's feelings for Wang Yan were complex; she felt a bit grateful but overwhelmingly resentful.
Seeing Wang Yan about to leave, Beiming Xue felt relieved but vaguely lost.
Beiming Xue slowly stood up, also intending to leave, but as she stood, pain shot through her leg, causing her to fall back to the ground with a cry.
Wang Yan heard Beiming Xue's cry of pain, hurriedly turned back, and spotted three sharp wooden thorns embedded in her calf.
The blood flowing from the wound had turned black.
Wang Yan's expression turned serious; he walked quickly back to Beiming Xue and said, "This is Poisonous Rhinoceros Thorn. If poisoning exceeds an hour, your life will be in danger."
Beiming Xue was startled and quickly looked up to ask, "What should I do then?"
"There's only one way, extract the poison by mouth."
Upon hearing Wang Yan mention extracting the poison by mouth, Beiming Xue lifted her face and scrutinized Wang Yan.
Thinking: Sure enough, this kid is taking advantage of people's plight.
But what she saw was Wang Yan's pure face, his clear eyes devoid of any lewdness.
Beiming Xue began to doubt her judgment again.
At that moment, Wang Yan knelt and held Beiming Xue's calf.
Beiming Xue was startled and hurriedly exclaimed, "What are you doing?"
As she said this, she tried to pull her leg back.
However, as she moved, Beiming Xue was shocked to find her right leg numbed and immobile.
Wang Yan focused on the three wooden thorns and said, "It's a hundred-year-old Poisonous Rhinoceros Thorn; its poison might claim your life in fifteen minutes. Quickly, remove your pants."
Her face paled at Wang Yan's first words, but turned crimson at his second.
"Do I... do I have to undress for extracting poison? But I wore... today..."
Beiming Xue dared not think further.
It was her first time dressing so boldly, believing no one would see but herself; she hadn't anticipated such an incident.
With her heart racing, caught in dilemmas.
Then she heard Wang Yan say, "No time, can't wait."
Suddenly, Wang Yan grasped Beiming Xue's jeans by the calf and tore them apart with a ripping sound, making the sturdy denim rip like thin paper.