"Who am I? Where did I come from? Where is this? No... don't kill me!"
Ye Chen struggled and rolled off the bed, hitting the floor with his forehead, which collided intimately with the ground.
"Damn!" Ye Chen hurriedly got up from the floor, touched the swollen bump on his forehead, and said frustratedly, "I've had this dream so many times. Damn it, why do I keep having the same dream?"
He poured a glass of water from the water dispenser and gulped it down, finally dissipating a bit of the anxiety within. Ye Chen sat on the sofa, recollecting the details of the dream: in the darkness, several killers in black kept chasing him, ultimately leading him to fall off a cliff...
And in the dream, Ye Hai's mind was always filled with the image of an enchantingly beautiful woman's face. Her exquisite features made one involuntarily swallow several times. And such a dream, Ye Chen had been having consistently for a year.
He sat on the sofa, looking up at the ceiling, his mind still blank. He only had fragments of memory from two years ago, which were the content that appeared in the dream: a group of men in black chasing him, along with a seductively beautiful woman.
Unbeknownst to him, it was already six o'clock in the morning, with a silent dawn rising.
Ye Chen glanced out the window, then put on a knockoff Adidas tracksuit, and ran a few laps in the garden of his neighborhood. Covered in sweat when he came back inside, it was already seven in the morning. He planned to take a shower, change clothes, and go out for breakfast.
As soon as Ye Chen entered the room, he immediately sensed a strange atmosphere. A year or more on the run had significantly heightened his sensitivity. He frowned, slowly lifted his right foot, and lightly touched the ground with his toe. His sharp eyes scanned the room—sofa, tables, chairs, under the bed—everything seemed very quiet. Ye Chen slightly lowered his guard, placing his right heel on the ground and carefully stepping forward with his left foot, every step extremely slow and heavy.
Danger...
Ye Chen's sixth sense suddenly tightened like a string pulled taut! In an instant, a white flash shot overhead, and without thinking, Ye Chen leapt forward, rolled on the ground, and pulled out two military daggers from his waist, positioning them in front of him.
"It's you?!" Ye Chen's eyes widened.
Standing coldly not far from Ye Chen was a woman dressed entirely in black leather, clutching a long, curved saber with both hands. Her brows furrowed, and her striking eyes stared icily at Ye Chen.
The black leather outlined the woman's figure perfectly, with every curve highlighted. The high collar of the jacket partially concealed her rosy lips. Beneath her arched brows were eyes that seemed like eternal ice, making her appear especially chilling.
Her fiery figure was not at all concealed by the black leather. Instead, the presence of the leather made her appear even more tempting—long, straight legs and a round, perky backside showcased the woman's allure.
In any man's eyes, she was the ultimate seductress— the kind of woman that would make a man's eyes fill with blood at first sight, wishing for his eyeballs to pop out and cling onto her. Most people, upon seeing her for the first time, would overlook her face because her figure was simply too captivating, too eye-catching.