Chapter 4 Are you an adult yet?

In a trance.

Suddenly, a bright light from car headlights flashed, causing Lian Qiao's pupils to contract, then—

Boom!

She watched helplessly as two heavy trucks collided with the SUV from both sides, and her heart skipped a beat. Her mind went blank, as if she saw the Grim Reaper waving at her.

They were done for.

Ah!

After a short cry of alarm, she simply closed her eyes. Was dying alongside the senior officer and becoming a martyr the best she could hope for?

Suddenly, she felt her body sway and jerk, and in an instant, she was pulled into a firm and rigid chest, like a wall, which hurt her nose. Before she could react, a muffled gunshot sounded next to her ear—

Bang!

A muffled gunshot.

Oh my god, this is too much!

"BARRETT M95 sniper, the attacker is about 1000 meters away. We're visible, they're hidden. Wei Liao, retreat now,"

The cold, hard voice from above brought Lian Qiao back to her senses. She lifted her small face and realized she was nestled in the arms of the beastly man, Xing Liehuo, his composure and commanding presence unaffected.

But... with both the car crash and the sniper attack, what kind of terrible things had she done to offend so many people?

She tried to struggle to sit up, but as soon as she moved, the hand on her waist tightened, and a cold and fierce shout came from above her head: "If you don't want to die, don't move!"

She wouldn't move then, but she couldn't help stealing a glance—

Goodness gracious, the SUV was unscathed despite being hit by two heavy trucks, which were now dented, and the drivers knocked out. Even the sniper fire had only left a few bullet marks. What was this vehicle made of?

Bang!

Another gunshot!

She shamelessly burrowed further into his embrace. Her head was precious!

The atmosphere was tense.

The charming Wei Liao had now lost his smile, his face serious: "Boss, is NUA at the end of its rope, biting at us like mad dogs?"

"There's a mole."

Next, Xing Liehuo calmly reached for the radio communicator to connect with Red Thorn Special Combat Team Headquarters, issuing one order after another to hunt down the attackers and clean up the scene, seemingly oblivious to the fact that he was nearly suffocating the woman in his arms.

As the commander of the nation's top-secret special forces unit, the Red Thorn, Colonel Xing Liehuo had, in recent years, faced terrorists and domestic and foreign armed separatists hundreds of times. He had grown accustomed to these kinds of covert assassinations and armed incursions.

The NUA Organization was a coalition formed by separatists from various countries, led by M Country, operating under the guise of arms and drug trafficking, engaging in terrorist assassinations and stealing national security intelligence. The complexity of their shadowy backings and the malicious intent of their separatist activities were truly nefarious.

They were elusive and had far-reaching influence.

For the NUA Organization, the Red Thorn Special Combat Team was a thorn in their side, and with Xing Liehuo's special political status, he was their number one target to eliminate.

After a long while.

The danger was lifted, and finally, all was quiet.

At this moment, Lian Qiao's white traffic officer's cap had fallen off, and the bun coiled behind her head had also come undone. Her slightly curled long hair spread out like smooth silk on Xing Liehuo's legs, her little face suffused with an indistinct blush in the dark night.

Her curly hair wafted gently, adding a touch of allure.

She was beautiful, exquisitely beautiful in every way.

Her beauty was breathtaking.

On a hot summer night, the air conditioning in the car was strong, and the two of them were in an ambiguous posture...

In certain atmospheres, under special rendering, the little monsters lurking in the dark are easily stirred.

Xing Liehuo's deep black eyes gazed at the petite and delicate girl in his arms, and a small flame flickered swiftly to life.

Strange expectations, hot, uncomfortable, and peculiar—as a normal man, he, of course, understood.

It was just that never before had a woman so easily aroused him, and it was even without her trying.

The feeling was thrilling, fresh, and difficult to fathom.

As if possessed, his thumb with its calloused tip suddenly pressed upon her plump little mouth, gently caressing and teasing it—

The touch was soft and warm.

The feeling... not bad!

Lian Qiao was stunned. As a seasoned virgin who had learned by watching adult videos, she naturally understood what such a touch implied.

Feeling awkward, she struggled a bit in his arms and coughed lightly, "Commander, please be a hooligan with manners."

His dark gaze deepened as he glanced at the shy blush spreading across her face, and something stirred within him. A heat he could not contain spread throughout his body, and his grip on her tightened, his heart growing irritable, "How old are you, legal yet?"

This leap in conversation was too abrupt, leaving Lian Qiao utterly confused. Her lips silently formed an "Ah," as she looked at him with suspicion.

This guy, really had no manners!

Yet... As soon as she was subjected to the icy scrutiny of his gaze, she wilted instantly.

"..."

"Speak up!" Xing Liehuo snapped impatiently, his voice cold, having spent too much time at the top of the pyramid, he looked down on everyone with a condescending attitude.

Lian Qiao sighed inwardly; in the midst of this blazing summer day, she felt as though she was in an ice cellar. What was this, the ultimate fusion of ice and fire?

Silence.

1 second, 2 seconds...

A shallow dimple appeared on her face, and the elegant Lian Family smile was very beautiful, "Commander, what if I don't speak?"

Just don't speak, what, are you going to bite me?

Who knew that after a cold snort, the stern King of Hell suddenly leaned down and bit her pert nose... He didn't use much force, and it wasn't painful, but this kind of small action was like the flirtatious teasing between lovers.

Lian Qiao was both embarrassed and anxious; could he read minds?

Her heart pounded wildly.

Her porcelain-like little face shone with a pink, honeyed sheen, her expression slightly annoyed, "What are you doing?"

"Biting you," Xing Liehuo said, his gaze on her arrogantly assured, the answer seriously delivered, completely on point.

Pfft!

Wei Liao in the driver's cabin was trying so hard not to laugh that his face turned red. Despite Xing Liehuo's reputation as a peerless hero, when it came to women, he was completely clueless.

'You smell good,' 'Bite you?'—That's too funny!