Luo Shaowen seemed to be sighing, but Luo Qin knew that although she was theoretically Chairman Luo Shaowen's niece, her status was worlds apart from Xue Tang's.
She was merely a tool for the chairman's sexual gratification when Xue Tang was absent.
"Go down, they must have been waiting long." Seeing that no one had appeared, the dozen or so martial artists who had passed the hand-to-hand combat test below began to stir slightly.
Luo Qin immediately stood up from the ground, straightening her blazer, which had been torn open, revealing one of her two full, round, and perky breasts, with her small, rosy nipple sticking out from under her clothes.
After Luo Qin left, Luo Shaowen sat on the sofa, his wet, engorged penis drooping, quietly watching the audience below, seemingly waiting for something.
...
"Brother, are you a disciple of the Wudang Sect?"
After waiting for a long time without anyone arriving, the martial artists began to murmur. One of them came over to speak to me, but judging from the slightly mocking expression on his face, I could roughly guess that he thought I had "cheated" when I sparred with the middle-aged martial artist at the entrance.
As for the "Wudang Sect," the disdain in the eyes of those around me revealed the true level or actual treatment of this disciple bearing such a prestigious title.
Perhaps in their eyes, I was just a second-generation rich kid who bought the title and bribed the martial arts master at the gate...
However, I didn't intend to clear up the misunderstanding. These people were now my opponents, and besides, they had ill intentions. I simply crossed my arms, closed my eyes, and completely ignored them.
This action seemed to provoke some people. I heard one of them slowly move to my side and behind me, then a whooshing sound came straight at my knee. There was no sound of fists or feet; it seemed he was using internal force to whip the air, intending to make me kneel on the spot and embarrass me.
I didn't intend to argue with him, but a moment later, my eardrums twitched. I heard an unusual sharpness in the whooshing sound—a needle?
And in terms of location, it should be aimed directly at a vital acupoint on the inside of my knee. Such an injury is like a mosquito bite—very slight and insidious at first, almost undetectable, but in time, it can obstruct blood flow, and in severe cases, even cause a limp.
I sighed inwardly, neutralizing the incoming needle with my own internal force.
"Ugh!" A muffled groan escaped from behind. The older martial artist, probably in his thirties, suddenly clutched his abdomen, his eyes wide with disbelief.
A silver needle had already pierced his dantian acupoint. The dantian is incredibly fragile; if it were pulled out quickly now, the only consequence would be the loss of almost all his internal energy, and his life could still be saved…
However, if he delayed any longer, or even forcibly activated his internal energy, the consequences were self-evident.
This man was also an expert. Although he hadn't seen it clearly, he noticed the silver needle, used as a concealed weapon, silently returned to his body, precisely embedding itself in his dantian. The faint stinging pain made his face turn pale. He had been caught off guard; seeing his decades of effort about to be wasted, his face was filled with shock and anger, and his heart was filled with extreme regret and fear.
But his life was more important. He could only hurriedly whisper something to his fellow disciple, then blinked in terror and quickly left.
His fellow disciple was also terrified. His senior brother was a master of internal energy, practically the top expert in the sect… yet he had met such a fate. He dared not linger and quickly followed his senior brother away.
This little incident seemed somewhat inexplicable, but even the most impulsive person dared not cause further trouble, and the atmosphere became somewhat tense.
Fortunately, a beautiful woman soon descended the stairs. She had long, black hair, a slender figure, and wore a sophisticated yet playful light-colored blazer. Beneath her pencil skirt, two smooth, light black legs, revealing a hint of alluring flesh, were visible. Accompanied by the light click of her high heels, she exuded the air of a charming and capable urban woman.
However, although her face was exceptionally rosy, two faint blushes lingered on her cheeks, her sideburns and bangs were slightly disheveled, and her clothing was slightly rumpled, even bearing a trace of red stain, making one wonder what was going on.
"My name is Luo Qin," the urban beauty introduced herself without a trace of shyness or embarrassment, and then announced the selection rules.
The format was quite simple: the twelve participants were divided into six groups, competing and advancing sequentially until a winner was determined.
No one objected, and the selection competition officially began.
Meanwhile, in the upper private room, the door was gently pushed open, and a long, slender leg, as straight as an elf's, with exquisitely rounded lines, stepped gracefully into the room. Then, a cascade of jet-black hair swept across, revealing a curvaceous, alluring body.
Below her smooth, wasp waist and shapely buttocks, her skirt taut, and a pair of ordinary black stockings were made to appear like priceless treasures.
Of course, anyone standing before this beauty would not think that her stunning legs didn't complement her figure. On others, this might be a rare and beautiful sight, but on her, it was merely the most perfect embellishment, the most fitting adornment for her.
Seeing her, Luo Shaowen raised his wine glass and smiled, "My dear niece, Xuetang, how did it go this time?"
Luo Xuetang walked over, and Luo Shaowen took the wine glass from her hand. She took a small sip and said, "People are indeed insatiable. Florence, who used to tremble with excitement just standing next to me, can't even be satisfied with a kiss now."
Luo Shaowen stood up, took the wine glass from Xuetang's hand, and licked the spot where she had just sipped her wine, saying with relish, "Niece, do you know... what my favorite wine is?"
"An '82 Lafite?"
Luo... Shao Wen shook his head and said, "That kind of thing is just overrated."
Xue Tang looked at him quietly, then said to Luo Shao Wen, "My favorite red wine is the one you drank, niece. Just sip it from the spot you touched, and it always has a wonderful, unique aroma, elevating this ordinary red wine to an unparalleled level."
"Do you think he wouldn't miss it day and night after tasting it once?"
"But I don't really like it now."
Xue Tang tilted her head slightly, her long black hair flowing like a waterfall, quietly watching the competition that had already begun below. Since entering, she seemed to have never shown a smile.
Luo Shao Wen said, "He disappeared from your sight again?"
Xue Tang's delicate body trembled slightly, remaining silent for a long time, but the lightly bitten red lips betrayed the unease in her heart.
A glint flashed in Luo Shaowen's eyes. He suddenly turned and plopped down on the sofa, his robe billowing open. A thick, engorged penis, like a newly awakened ginseng root, veins bulging, its large, purplish-red glans, appeared before Luo Xuetang's eyes.
A blush crept onto the beauty's snow-white face. Her beautiful eyes flickered, and she bit her red lips even harder.
"Come here, niece… I'll tell you to forget him."