Thirty-Third Chapter!

"Okay."

Shen Leman didn't even ask where the assassins who attacked them were. She didn't care about that at all, as long as Wang Xuan was okay.

"Put the stuff in the trunk and head straight back to the company," Wang Xuan said to the two subordinates behind him before pulling open the car door and getting in.

The car roared to life and sped off. As for the six corpses on the ground, Wang Xuan couldn't be bothered to deal with them.

This wasn't his territory, and whether people died or not had nothing to do with him. As for the police, they wouldn't have any evidence. This wasn't 20 years later, with cameras everywhere. Even if the police came looking, they wouldn't have any proof.

Witnesses? He didn't believe any passerby would dare to openly come forward and identify him. The people of Hong Kong had long been corrupted by capitalism and no longer possessed the resolve to sacrifice themselves for justice. Of course, even if they did, Wang Xuan would use his iron fist of justice to teach them how to be human again.

They drove straight to the nightclub. Wang Xuan brought Shen Leman through the back door to the top floor. After entering the room, Wang Xuan immediately started undressing, making Shen Leman blush furiously.

He unbuttoned the clothes on his left arm and removed his sandals, then took off his shirt. The wound on his left arm was exposed. Shen Leman, who had been peeking through her fingers, couldn't maintain her composure and immediately rushed over, grabbing Wang Xuan's arm.

Looking at the wound, which was a good five centimeters long, it hadn't penetrated too deeply, but the flesh was torn. Fortunately, the dried blood had sealed the wound, and it was no longer bleeding.

"Damn it, these people deserve to die. How could they cut you, and so badly?"

"Uh, they're already dead!"

"Even in death, they won't find peace. May they descend to the eighteenth level of hell, walk through mountains of knives and seas of fire, and be plunged into oil pots daily."

Looking at his own wound and then thinking of the six men he had killed, Wang Xuan suddenly felt a sense of injustice for them. They had died without even leaving a name, and now his woman was cursing them like this.

Heh, women, awesome!

The dried blood on his clothes and pants felt uncomfortable. Wang Xuan made a move to take off his pants, but was stopped by a blushing Shen Leman.

"Don't move. You have a wound on your arm. If you open it, it will bleed. I... I'll help you." The last few words became quieter and quieter. As a nurse, she had seen a lot and was never shy about a man's body. But this was the man she loved.

The man who told her to run first at a critical moment, choosing to stay behind and cover her retreat without hesitation.

The man who bravely fought six thugs.

And, he was handsome!

Compared to the increasing number of scumbags in Hong Kong, Wang Xuan seemed even more precious.

Shen Leman told herself inwardly, A perfect man like this appears before you, so don't hesitate. Pounce on him, hold onto him tightly, and absolutely don't let him go. There are so many vixens out there. If you slack off even a little, this man might be lured away. Shen Leman, you can do it, cheer up, go for it!

"Hehehe." A pleasant laugh rang out. "You're the patient, and I'm the nurse. I've seen this situation many times. There's nothing to be embarrassed about."

"Oh!" Wang Xuan instinctively covered himself with his hands. "What are you doing!"

"I'm your girlfriend!" Shen Leman looked up at Wang Xuan with a smile.

Damn it!

He was being looked down upon. This was absolutely unbearable. The dignified Blood Dragon was a virgin? If this got out, wouldn't he be utterly humiliated!

"How is that possible!"

Wang Xuan vehemently denied it!

"You have other women!?"

Her voice suddenly turned stern, startling Wang Xuan.

"How is that possible!"

Wang Xuan felt like he was going crazy. This woman was crazier than any man when she got mischievous!

Heh, woman, you're forcing... me!

The door was pushed open with a bang.

"Brother Xuan, I heard you were..." Ah Sen barged in, but his words were choked back as he stared dumbfoundedly at the scene before him.

"Hehehe." Ah Sen looked up at the ceiling, letting out a silly laugh. "Huh, I think I came into the wrong room. Where is this? Why isn't the light on!"

He turned to leave, trying to play it off, and reached for the door to close it.

Damn it!

Shit!

Why now, of all times!

I'll castrate you when I get back!

"You get back here!" Wang Xuan shouted with grief and indignation.

"Big brother, uh, I really didn't see anything." A million grass-mud horses galloped through Ah Wei's mind. He had just heard from a subordinate that the boss had returned covered in blood and wanted to ask what happened. He rushed in and pushed the door open, only to see this...

Watching Ah Wei lower his head and keep trying to explain, attempting to prove that he was indeed blind just now, Wang Xuan sighed. The slight impulse he had just mustered dissipated.

He had no choice but to use scolding Ah Wei to cover his own embarrassment.

Shen Leman could still act composed when there were no outsiders. Now that Ah Wei had stumbled upon them, she shyly retreated into the inner room.

Glancing at Shen Leman entering the room, Wang Xuan threw away his blood-stained underwear and shouted at Ah Wei, "Take it all away, burn it all. Leave nothing behind."