Wang Xing'an the Pervert

Zhai Yanko walked farther inside.

Following the path paved with blue glazed tiles, he made his way to the entrance of a four-story villa and pressed the doorbell.

After more than twenty seconds, a languid voice finally came from inside. "Come in."

Zhai Yanko pushed the door open, his face wearing a meek, ingratiating smile. White, flashing figures passed before his eyes, accompanied by a woman's coquettish cry.

He did not dare look around and quickly fixed his gaze on the white space-age sofa in the living room.

A young man in his twenties sat there. He wore pale gold silk pajamas, sat cross-legged against the sofa, and bounced one slippered foot up and down. He swirled a goblet in his hand, sending the red wine circling around the glass again and again.

Turning his head, he revealed a gloomy face carrying an eerie smile. "So it's Yan Ke. What, did you bring me some fine new goods this time?"

"You didn't bring her directly here, so her background must be somewhat formidable. Now you've piqued my interest. Don't let this turn out like last time, or I'll be angry."

A flash of terror crossed Zhai Yanko's eyes. He hurriedly said, "No! No! I definitely won't bring some cheap, common women to fool you, Cousin. It's just that she really does have some extra points, which makes her difficult for me to make a move against."

"Oh?"

"Extra points?"

Wang Xing'an's smile turned teasing. He became even more interested.

As the eldest young master of the Wang Family, a pretty face alone meant nothing to him.

Jiangnan Base City alone had two hundred million people. With Gene Evolution greatly improving people's looks, among the one hundred sixty million people in the slums, there were countless beautiful women.

What Wang Xing'an pursued was something special. Appearance was merely the foundation. An interesting soul, a distinctive temperament, an unusual background, stunning talent, a unique personality... those were the bonus points.

"Do you know the consequences of deceiving me?" Wang Xing'an said with a faint smile. Then he lifted his glass and drank expressionlessly. The dark-red wine resembled blood, and reflected in its surface were a pair of scarlet eyes as cold and venomous as a snake's.

Zhai Yanko felt chills run through his entire body. He quickly promised, "Cousin, I would never deceive you! I guarantee she absolutely meets your requirements."

Everyone at the Noble Academy was descended from Warlord-level powerhouses. With one parent being powerful and the other beautiful, their children could not possibly turn out badly.

He was not sure whether Shu Yi would suit Wang Xing'an's tastes. This man was too perverse, too sinister. Still, her looks could not be lacking, and her personality was very likable as well. He had already prepared his arguments, but he could not be sure whether they would persuade Wang Xing'an. He could only gamble!

"Show me," Wang Xing'an said lazily.

"Alright."

Zhai Yanko took out his phone and glanced around. He caught sight of that pale figure again. Her clothes were disheveled, half her body exposed, her fair legs raised in a tantalizing pose, her charming face seeming to moan.

Zhai Yanko did not dare look any longer. He hurriedly turned toward the wall, activated his phone, and projected Shu Yi's photos onto it.

"Hm?"

At first glance, Wang Xing'an lowered his crossed leg and sat upright. His eyes narrowed slightly as though he were admiring a work of art. "This age suits my tastes very well. Thirteen? Or fourteen?"

Zhai Yanko gave an awkward smile. "She's nineteen. I found photos of her from childhood to now for you to see, Cousin."

"Heh heh."

Wang Xing'an's laughter was chilling. He did not believe those photos had just been found. More likely, Zhai Yanko had known her all along but had never told him.

Now that he had come to recommend her, he was probably unable to pursue the woman himself and wanted to use Wang Xing'an.

That snake-like gaze made Zhai Yanko's whole body turn cold.

Coming here had already been extremely risky. Someone like Wang Xing'an naturally would not like secondhand goods. They were no longer pure, no longer clean. At best, they would be killed; they were not qualified to become part of his collection.

He had shown the old photos first to pique Wang Xing'an's interest, but he had never expected it to expose the fact that he had concealed her existence.

"I like pretty girls too. Continue." Wang Xing'an spoke calmly, his eyes fixed on the projection on the wall.

Zhai Yanko trembled, feeling half-relieved, and continued playing the photos.

The more Wang Xing'an looked, the more interested he became. He simply reached out and snatched the phone away, examining every photo closely while commenting, "Not bad, not bad. Her looks alone deserve ninety-five points. Add in that obedient expression—she truly fills me with the desire to protect her. I can practically see the pure soul within her. That adds at least twenty points. Beyond perfect! You've truly satisfied me!"

The more Wang Xing'an looked, the more excited he became, scrutinizing the pictures even more carefully. "Judging by her figure, she should be able to cultivate as well. That's a bonus. I just don't know how talented she is. This little beauty has a valiant side too? Hard to imagine. Ten points, then. You couldn't bring her here, so her background should be quite extraordinary. Interesting. Perhaps something entertaining might come of it."

Zhai Yanko watched stiffly.

Suddenly, Wang Xing'an's face went cold. He whipped his head around, his eyes filled with viciousness. The phone creaked in his grip as fury surged through him, nearly driving him to murder.

"Are you looking to die?"

His voice was hoarse, the words forced through gritted teeth with a hiss. Wang Xing'an trembled with rage, especially as he looked at the happy smile on her face in that wedding dress. It felt as though his heart were spasming in pain.

Zhai Yanko shuddered and hurriedly said, "Cousin, I have a reason for recommending this woman."

"Speak!"

Wang Xing'an spat out that single word, brimming with murderous intent. If the reason did not satisfy him, Zhai Yanko would not need to keep existing.

"Have you heard of Cao Cao, Cousin?" Zhai Yanko could only try to arouse Wang Xing'an's interest. Only then could he ensure his own safety; otherwise, he would be dragged down with this.

Wang Xing'an frowned, his gaze puzzled. He did not know what the brat was getting at. "Romance of the Three Kingdoms is part of the strategy course for martial artists surviving in the wilderness. Do you think I haven't heard of it?"

Zhai Yanko said ingratiatingly, "Every time Cao Cao defeated an enemy, he took that enemy's wife. Each additional wife meant another defeated enemy. Beyond land and money, women were the finest spoils of war."

"No matter how breathtaking those women had been before, without that sense of ownership, something was missing. It might look like lusting after beauty, but what he enjoyed was the fruit of conquest. Once he had taken all those women, the realm itself was in his hands."

"The woman I'm recommending is engaged to a genius martial artist. He once defeated a genius with an S-level Contract at the Thunderclap Martial Arts School!"

Upon hearing this, Wang Xing'an's pupils constricted sharply. A train of thought suddenly opened up, and enlightenment struck him.

He should change his former way of thinking. His understanding of women had been too shallow!

An S-level genius, if he did not die, had a chance of becoming a War God in the future!

Just imagine taking the women of countless geniuses. It would be the same as trampling countless martial artists beneath his feet. Like a celebrity—when the goddess of hundreds of millions of men lay naked in his arms, moaning like a plaything, how could there be no sense of accomplishment?

This was the age of martial artists. Daring to offend so many genius martial artists at once was gambling with one's life. It was taboo!

It was poison!

One misstep meant death!

Yet merely imagining that feeling made his heart soar. It was as though waves of blissful electric current were coursing through his marrow, and his eyes brimmed with madness.

He admitted it. He was tempted.

He could not refuse that immense sense of achievement—taking the women of genius martial artists and turning them into wax figures. Every one of those women might someday become incomparably noble and glamorous, perhaps even holding a status higher than his own. They were women he could never obtain normally, and the desire to conquer them scratched relentlessly at his nerves.

Once that thought arose, it could no longer be suppressed!

This was the excitement he sought. It had been a long time since his blood had surged like this. Even if it meant risking his life, he wanted to try it. Before those geniuses had fully grown, he could still withstand the consequences.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Wang Xing'an threw back his head and laughed wildly. His pleasure had ascended to a new level! He could not wait to experience it.

Zhai Yanko finally let out a long breath of relief. Fortunately, he had gambled correctly this time. For the first time, he had guessed Wang Xing'an's mindset and prescribed the right medicine. Otherwise, he would have been dead for sure.

"Yan Ke, you're not bad." Wang Xing'an praised him pleasantly.

Zhai Yanko lowered his head slightly, about to offer a flattering response, when Wang Xing'an's next sentence made him feel as though he had fallen into an ice cellar.

"Not only can you figure out what I'm thinking, you even know how to scheme against me now."

Wang Xing'an's eyes were filled with gloom. To obtain that woman, he would first have to eliminate that little genius. Once the man was dead, there would naturally be no relationship left, and he could manipulate her however he pleased.

"No! Cousin, I never intended to scheme against you." Zhai Yanko hurriedly explained anxiously. "Yes, I do have a grudge against him, but I truly want to give this woman to you too. It's just that I'm not strong enough to deal with him. Otherwise..."

"Enough."

Wang Xing'an waved his hand impatiently. He did not want to hear these explanations. "Tell me now. What background does this brat have, or what kind of talent?"

He was still very cautious. Killing a genius was no big deal, but if the target truly had a powerful background, he would not seek his own death.

This sort of thing had to be done secretly. It absolutely could not be discovered by the martial arts school, or even the Wang Family would not be able to protect him.

"That brat doesn't have much of a background. He only has a Beginner Warlord in his family. He signed an A-level Contract with the Limitless Martial Arts School. But he's now become a Beginner Warlord himself, so he may know Director Dongfang." Zhai Yanko answered honestly, explaining Ning Ze's situation. Even if he did not say anything, the Wang Family could investigate it. Naturally, he did not dare conceal the slightest detail.

"Nineteen! A Beginner Warlord at nearly twenty?"

Wang Xing'an's expression became extremely ugly, his eyes filled with jealousy. That kind of talent was simply too exaggerated.

Since it involved a director of the Limitless Martial Arts School, even he had to be extremely careful. He was not afraid—a mere director could not deal with him—but exposure would become exceedingly troublesome. If the upper ranks of the Limitless Martial Arts School intervened, no background would be enough to withstand it.

"Where is he now? Since you came to find me, you should already have made preparations, right?"

Wang Xing'an's eyes were filled with madness. The more jealous he was, the more exhilarated he would be once it was done.

"He's in the Wilderness Area. I sent people to infiltrate the homes of Warfire Squad members and install trackers in their combat backpacks. Judging by the general signal direction, they're in City No. 003. As long as we send people there, we can find them," Zhai Yanko hurriedly said.

"The Wilderness Area!" Wang Xing'an's eyes shone with excitement. He naturally would not act within a Base City, but in the Wilderness Area, anything could happen.

Madness flashed in Wang Xing'an's eyes. After thinking for a while, he took out his phone and began searching. With his background, he quickly found everything about Ning Ze.

Before long, a figure flashed in from outside.

He was a burly man about one meter eighty tall, dressed entirely in a pitch-black Combat Suit. His expression was stiff.

"Young Master." There was little respect in his voice, and his attitude was extremely cold.

Wang Xing'an ordered coldly, "Take a team of Advanced Warlords with him to City No. 003 and eliminate a martial artist squad! If anything unexpected happens, you may let the others go, but that young man must die. This matter must not expose me. You know the consequences otherwise!"

These were his family's dead servants. Their loyalty did not come from devotion, but from coercion. If anything went wrong, their entire families would be exterminated!

For something like hunting down a genius from the Limitless Martial Arts School, they had to ensure absolute certainty. With their families held hostage, these people would not speak even in death! Only people like these would not bring him danger. Loyalty was unreliable.

Zhai Yanko stammered, "Cousin, I'm going too? I only just became a martial artist. Going to City No. 003?"

Wang Xing'an smiled faintly. "Of course you're going. If you don't go, who will lead them? I heard you brought an Advanced Warlord as well? He can go along too. He can contribute some effort."

A cold glint flashed in his eyes. Outsiders could not learn of this matter, so Zhai Yanko had to be dealt with as well. Since he dared use Wang Xing'an's hand to avenge himself, Wang Xing'an would let him personally carry out that revenge. His reward would be his life.

As for Zhai Yanko's connection to the Wang Family, it was merely that his aunt had married a branch member of the Wang Family. It barely counted as a relationship at all.

Zhai Yanko had not expected Wang Xing'an to be this ruthless. With no way out, he could only grit his teeth and agree. "Alright. I'll definitely get him killed."

"Fine. Get out."

Wang Xing'an waved him away, returning to his lazy demeanor. Watching Zhai Yanko's departing back, he gave a derisive chuckle and muttered, "You did give me a good idea." Madness flashed in his eyes as he beckoned to the seductive beauty in the distance.

The woman swayed toward him with graceful steps, her body undulating and her eyes seductive, like a playful canary.

Wang Xing'an showed no impatience. He watched her with great interest. As the fragrant, soft body entered his arms, he reached out to explore her exquisite figure, and a coquettish rebuke sounded by his ear. "Bad man."

A teasing smile curved Wang Xing'an's lips. "Bad? I can be much worse."

The seductive woman feigned reluctance while welcoming him, never noticing the cold gleam in Wang Xing'an's eyes. Only when a large hand clamped around her neck and steadily tightened did she sense something was wrong.

Enduring the pain, she forced a smile and tried to please him. She struggled desperately to hold on, until her body began writhing involuntarily from lack of oxygen. Only then did Wang Xing'an's roar reach her ears.

"You filthy bitch! You dare seduce other men while you're with me? Your body is already unclean. You're not even qualified to be part of my collection."

The seductive woman struggled violently, but soon fell silent. Before she died, her heart was filled with resentment. She had clearly acted according to Wang Xing'an's instructions.

"Phew!"

After dealing with her, Wang Xing'an let out a long breath. Holding the woman's body and feeling its lingering warmth, he felt pressure at the thought of dealing with such a genius.

He took out his phone, placed it on the woman's chest, and sent a text message to the subordinate from earlier.

Eliminate the two who go along after you finish off that martial artist squad.

After sending it, Wang Xing'an looked through the photos and videos on Zhai Yanko's phone again. He browsed them with interest while stroking the corpse of the woman in his arms, imagining what games he would play after bringing the woman from the wall here.

Outside the villa.

After coming out, Zhai Yanko said to Hong Quan, "Uncle Hong, let's go to City No. 003."

Hong Quan's pupils immediately constricted. He did not want to go to such a dangerous place, much less risk his life against a martial artist squad. That squad even had a young man who knew Director Dongfang!

But when he looked at the six figures beside him—some burly, some lean—each wearing Series 7 Combat Suits and possessing strength at least at the Warlord level—

He could not refuse.

Hong Quan nodded silently, his heart filled with regret. If he had known that coming along would lead him to the Wang Family, he never would have come.

Now he had no control over his own fate. Obedience might let him live, and he considered whether he should flee. But after thinking about it for only a moment, Hong Quan felt incomparably desolate. Before a colossal force like the Wang Family, where could he possibly run?