Translator: Exodus Tales Editor: Exodus Tales
Lake Yinyang was one of the most famous freshwater lakes on Saturn. The waters here were not considered vast but it covered an area of about ten square kilometers. The two rivers, one wide and another narrow, led the water to the lake just like Yin and Yang. Thus, people called it the Yinyang River.
The areas surrounding Lake Yinyang were evergreen, and the trees were thick and strong but not towering. The environment was elegant and beautiful. Anyone who came here would feel relaxed and happy.
Lake Yinyang’s villa was located on the east side of the lake. They had the most luxurious and expensive villas in Saturn. Only stand-alone villas were built here, and no townhouses were in sight.
Someone once joked that if you drove a car that runs on the ground in the Lake Yinyang villa area, you would be embarrassed to greet the people there.
The sophisticated alarm system and monitoring system, together with the veteran soldiers patrolling all-day, lifted the defense force here to a level almost equivalent to the official residence of the Federation’s President.
Kindergarten, elementary school, middle school, hospital, supermarket… all kinds of living facilities were available in the area. It could be said that it was almost a small independent city, providing the safest and best life guarantee for anyone living here.
Several moons shone their light on the ground, illuminating the entire land.
Qin Fen walked slowly inside the villa; there was no loud bustling noise of the city here. Everything was so quiet and harmonious. Occasionally, there would be some insects chirping from the bushes.
Qin Fen frowned slightly. The defense was really flawless here. Some professional retired special forces soldiers were probably employed to arrange this layout. It could almost be said that the monitoring had no blind spots. The only drawback was that the monitoring was too comprehensive. Even these insects were all simulated by electronic mixers. Apart from the people and their pets in the whole community, there were no other living things, not even insects. These insects chirping sounds were also purposely produced by electronic mixers to create an elegant atmosphere.
Walking through one villa after another, Qin Fen’s pace seemed slow, but when he walked, it was as fast as lightning. The CCTVs could not detect him at all. This monitoring system did not have any blind spots, which could prevent ordinary martial artists from entering. However, it was as fragile as waste paper in the eyes of a martial dao master.
Villa number forty-four, which covers an area of seven thousand five hundred feet, was the largest villa in this villa group. It looked like a palace or fortress from far.
The palace-like villa was surrounded by a verdant lawn, and white low-wood fences surrounded the palace, giving a sense of manor among this villa group.
According to the information given by Yang Lie, the Flying Hearts would return here to rest after rehearsals every day.
The brightly lit villa was extraordinarily quiet and even exuded a hint of cold chills. Occasionally, people passing by would also curiously look inside the fence at the martial artists patrolling around. They carried electronic batons in their hands, and the bulging hard object at the waist was obviously a pistol.
In a community that already had the best security, the villa owner had also set up his own security guard post. It was apparent that the villa owner was very careful.
No one would be surprised by this kind of defense force. Everyone who lived here knew that the occupants who were currently living in this ‘palace’-like villa was the most popular and unparalleled idol group, the Flying Hearts. In order to defend against terrorist attacks, the level of defense force was not exaggerated.
Two wandering patrolmen looked at Qin Fen who was not far from the villa. He stood and put his hands carefully at his waist.
Qin Fen smiled as he opened his hands and stepped backward. These people did not carry a trace of thug-like feeling. They were obviously members of a security company, were probably retired soldiers, and were only working to make a living in this company.
Qin Fen retreated to be out of the security guards’ sight but did not look away from the huge ‘palace’. Compared with the security guards’ aura outside, the aura of the people living inside was not so pure and upright.
Even with the blockage of the house and the deliberate restraint, the martial artists inside carried aggressive aura that was like a wild beast with a strong bloody stench.
Qin Fen had felt this kind of aura in many people. Most of the people in the Golden Triangle, as well as terrorists and special forces’ members, carried this smell.
Besides these bloody and aggressive wild beasts’ auras, Qin Fen also felt two sorrowful auras. There was no horror nor fear in the faint sorrow. It must be Ya Fei and Ya Xin’s auras, as they had already shaped a mentality that was not afraid of death after facing countless life and death.
“Is Miss Fiery not here?” Qin Fen was a little surprised. How could I not sense the woman practicing the Firm Yang Martial Art Inner Cultivation Method, who does things hurriedly, mixing her aura with a unique violence?
A master bedroom on the fifth floor.
A dart, that used a steel needle as the head and plastic as the tail, drew a red arc across the air of the room and hit the target, releasing a muffled sound.
The target here was not a bull’s eye hung on the wall, but a living person. His mouth was sewn shut with a string, and he couldn’t speak or scream at all.
The dart hit his pinky’s fingernail and nailed his finger directly into the wall. Red blood flowed down the wall slowly. The body muscles of the person who was hit by this dart twitched. His pupils were filled with confusion, horror, and pain.
He didn’t know why was he kidnapped by these unknown people while walking on the street, and he couldn’t understand why these people used darts to hurt him. Also, the two most famous idols were watching him with tearful looks, eyes full of concern and apology.
Thump…thump…thump…
The monotonous and repetitive sound was the sound of the darts accurately hitting every finger of the tied person. The small darts caused the man’s entire body to bleed profusely in the blink of an eye.
The room’s door was suddenly opened. The man who stood outside the door had short brown hair, and his figure was not considered tall but he was very burly. The sapphire-like eyes stared at the thin man who shot the dart and whispered, “Don’t you have any patience? The concert will start in two days! In case the bloody smell spreads…”
“Mr. Major General Lance, I’m so bored.” The man whose body was as thin as a monkey and had a sloping brow and a face with oriental skin color slowly looked up, “You let me look after these two beautiful twins, but don’t let me f*ck them! Let them know the consequence of stopping us from the sacred war.”
Ya Xin and Ya Fei glared at the man standing outside the door, Lance! One of the three major generals under Aslan, the Federation’s most famous terrorist tycoon!
The words vicious, merciless, and cold-blooded were not sufficient enough to properly describe his means. His nickname among the terrorist was the Sacred General, but he was known as the Terror General out in the world.
With many failed terrorist attacks focused on the Flying Hearts, Lance had made a decision. He would personally lead an attack, with the risk of being listed as a wanted criminal by the Federation.
This attack was no longer a physical attack as before. They would attack another way instead.
“Let them know the consequence of stopping the sacred war?” Lance looked down at his subordinate sitting on the bed, who killed people with darts out of boredom, and Lance’s lips revealed a cold smile, “Zazawi, has your sperm gotten into your brain again? Yes, it must be very hard for you to guard such beautiful chicks, and yet be unable to f*ck them.”
Zazawi stopped throwing the darts in his hands, and he looked up to reveal a lewd smirk. A normal man guarding the Flying Hearts would definitely not rebel. Who wouldn’t want to lay them down? Plus, these two girls were beautiful twins, so it would provide an even more indescribable pleasure to bang them.
“You have worked really hard these past three months.” Lance sat by the bed and looked at the Ya Fei and Ya Xin’s stubborn faces, “However, there is no other way. There are too many people with sharp eyes in the world. If you deflower them, people will immediately find out once their images appear in newspapers and when they hold concerts.”
Zazawi did not deny this and nodded. An experienced playboy, even just through a recent photo, could tell if a woman was still a virgin.
If the Flying Hearts were deflowered, they would become the headline news in the entirety of the Federation on the next day. At that time, it would not make much of an impact when killing them at a concert.
“Besides coming here to remind you not to hurt people, I have good news for you.” Lance looked at the two girls of Flying Hearts mischievously, “They will not appear in public tomorrow. Let’s just say that they need to conserve and build up energy. They will go straight on stage to perform the day after tomorrow! So, they will not appear in public until the concert.”
“General…” Zazawi rubbed his dry and rough hands, blinking his eyes, and asked, “Do you mean…”
“Yes!” Lance suddenly tore the clothes on his chest, revealing his black-haired chest, “To thank you for your effort in watching over them for so long, I will give you the honor of deflowering one of them.”
“Oh?” Zazawi jumped down from the bed and stared at Ya Xin and Ya Fei, “Then, general, can we take turns later?”
“Of course.” Lance rotated his wide shoulders, smiling and opening his thick lips. He looked at the two silent girls on the bed with slight dissatisfaction in his eyes, “Being able to deflower these two popular girls is indeed a good thing, but they don’t even struggle a bit; this attitude is very boring.”
“General, do you want to see them being angry?” Zazawi looked at Lance in a way a teacher’s pet would look at a teacher, “I have an idea.”
“You mean…?” Lance waved his hand, “Go and do it, be fast.”
Zazawi turned and left the room, trotting all the way to the basement. This was a spacious but dark room with a pungent, obscene smell, and a hint of blood.
Under the dim light, there was a chair where Miss Fiery was tied to.
Her brown business attire was torn into strips and her peach-colored bra was slung on her shoulders. Her skirt was torn, and her legs were stretched open by a stick, rendering it impossible to close her legs, revealing her genitalia and some dirty fluids.
There were no injuries above her collarbones, but there were bite marks and scars everywhere below it. A man was on top of her body forcefully relieving himself, ignoring Miss Fiery’s curses. All she could do was coldly look at the terrorist who was relieving himself using her body.
Be strong, I can’t let these terrorists use me to threaten Ya Xin and Ya Fei even more!
“What are you looking at?” The terrorist felt a chill being stared at by Miss Fiery to the point where it seemed to have even softened his manhood. The anger made him forcefully twist her pointy breasts.
The pain caused Fiery Miss to moan unwillingly which satisfied and lit up the terrorist’s eyes, which made him want to continue to abuse her.
Zazawi patted the man who wanted to continue’s back. “Get down.”
“I haven’t had enough yet, this slut has something new to offer every time I play with her.”
A few terrorists around them who were smoking laughed. Since the kidnapping was successful three months ago, this Miss Fiery was used by them almost every night to satisfy themselves, what he said was exactly what they were thinking.
“General Lance wants to use her.”
“…Oh…”
Zazawi felt satisfied looking at the fear in the eyes of the people around him. Lance’s cold-bloodedness struck fear even in the terrorists who were not afraid to die.
After untying the ropes, Zazawi did not allow Miss Fiery to clean up and pushed her upstairs.
The door was pushed opened after they returned to the fifth floor. Ya Fei and Ya Xin screamed at the same time. Recently, every time they saw Miss Fiery, she was sunny and decisive, but she always looked very tired. They thought she lived a good life too. They never expected…
“You bastards!”
Ya Fei and Ya Xin stood up together and looked at Lance, trembling. These terrorists kidnapped everyone that day and promised not to hurt anyone, but…
“She’s not dead, right?” Lance lifted Miss Fiery’s chin, “What a beautiful woman. Unfortunately… none of her holes are clean now.”
“General, I will f*ck this bitch first. Please proceed to pick one of them.” Zazawi humbly smiled and pushed Miss Fiery to the table.
Lance looked, satisfied, at Ya Fei and Ya Xin who had become furious. Women like this were interesting to play with. They were allowed to have three months with nice food and drinks, now it was time to show his manhood to them.
“Bastards!”
Lance listened to the two girls who cursed angrily, and all that was in his heart was happiness. This was exactly the effect he was expecting.
“General, how about I start with the warm-ups?” Zazawi laughed and held down the struggling Miss Fiery, “Didn’t you use to never resist? Why? Why are you reacting so intensely today? Don’t want to get f*cked in front of these two girls? If I had known this earlier, I would have told you that these two girls were about to come and watch every time I had f*cked you, what a miscalculation.”
Lance untied his belt and looked down at the two girls in front of the window, “Then let’s get started now, I want to enjoy the happy hours I’ve waited for these three months.”
“Roger Si… ah!”
Lance quickly turned to look at the origin of the scream, and suddenly felt a blast of wind beside him. The two women on the bed had disappeared, even Miss Fiery who was laying on the table was gone. Only Zazawi was left squatting on the ground, holding his hand that had five broken fingers.
“Who’s that?” Lance was stunned, staring at the man in front of the French window’s curtains. He was surprised to find that he didn’t feel any aura from this man at all.
“Lance, a terrorist general who has repeatedly planned terrorist attacks. You’ve poisoned urban drinking water and murdered seventeen thousand civilians all at once. You are charged with crimes against humanity; your head is worth three hundred and fifty million.”
It was cold and ruthless; a tone as cold as the freezing wind from the Antarctic instantly occupied every corner of the room.
