Blood Dragon

"Who is she?" Wang Xuan asked from the car.

"Her?" Baki made two clicking sounds with his tongue. "Her name is Shen Leman. Her father used to be the Dragon Head, Hanging-Eyed Tiger, of our East Star Society. He died while carrying out an assignment for the society. I don't know the exact reason either. Her father never let her have anything to do with the society. After all, in our line of work, who knows when you'll suddenly end up dead?"

"After her father died, the society took care of her too. That's the rule. They arranged for her to work as a nurse at this familiar hospital. It's pretty good—everyone knows each other, so some things are more convenient. It's just that this girl has a bad temper, so normally nobody dares bother her." At this point, Baki suddenly sounded a little jealous. "Not only are you a handsome devil, kid, you've got a pretty sweet mouth too. Normally, this girl wouldn't give anyone the time of day."

"I was scared. It just slipped out before I could stop myself. Now I can't even remember what I said!"

"Who would've thought that a fierce man who slaughtered his way across the field would be afraid of injections? If that got out, wouldn't people laugh themselves to death?" Thinking of Wang Xuan's cowardly look just now, Baki started laughing again.

What a moron. His sense of humor is so low. How did he ever become a boss?

They returned to the nightclub in Sham Shui Po. After going straight to the top floor, Baki called over two hostesses from the nightclub to attend to Wang Xuan, then hurried away.

"Attend to him" meant helping Wang Xuan change his clothes, wash his hair, bathe, and so on. Absolutely nothing indescribable had happened.

Right now, he had the intention but not the strength. As for whatever Baki had said when he left, Wang Xuan claimed that he couldn't understand, didn't know, and had no idea what it meant.

To be honest, the two girls Baki had called over were both very beautiful. Before this, Wang Xuan absolutely couldn't have gotten women of this caliber. Of course, spending a fortune was another matter.

Anyone Baki personally called over and arranged for wasn't an ordinary person. The two beauties naturally served him attentively, shamelessly helping Wang Xuan take off his clothes and pants!

This was his first time!

Wang Xuan's face grew hot with nervousness. At least he was glad that he had lost a lot of blood, so his face didn't turn red. He hadn't embarrassed himself in front of the two beauties, at least.

Wang Xuan instinctively shrank back, putting on an awkward yet polite smile. The two beauties burst into coquettish laughter, their bodies trembling like flowers in the wind.

"Gulp!"

Wang Xuan, whose eyes were practically popping out of his head, couldn't help swallowing.

With a heart clear as ice, one remained calm even if the heavens collapsed; despite ten thousand changes, one stayed steadfast; the spirit was serene and the qi tranquil; forgetting the self and guarding the One, the six roots were completely still...

He hurriedly recited the Ice Heart Mantra in his mind. This is so damn awkward...!

For the hair washing, bathing, and wiping down that followed, the two beauties carefully used their little hands to wipe him bit by bit the entire time, avoiding his bandaged wounds!

It took Wang Xuan supreme willpower to stop the two beauties from taking the next step.

"No, no, don't mess around. I'm going to sleep now. Hurry up and get out, you little vixens!"

The two women left with somewhat regretful looks. Only after hearing the door close did Wang Xuan let out a long breath. He couldn't take it, he really couldn't!

"Pfft!"

"Ah..."

Wang Xuan felt as if he had fallen into an endless battlefield, slaughtering his way through it without pause. The blood in his body seemed to have run dry, and in the end, someone shot him dead.

He suddenly sat up in bed, gasping heavily. The pajamas on his back were already soaked through.

"It was just a nightmare. What's there to be afraid of? When I was alive, I wasn't afraid of you bastards. If I could kill you once, I could kill you a hundred times!"

Knock, knock, knock.

Another knock came from the door.

"Come in!"

When the door opened, the short, dark, and chubby Ah Wai walked in. Behind him was the little nurse, Shen Leman, carrying a medical kit.

Wiping the sweat from his head, Wang Xuan stood up. "Hello, Miss Shen. Ah Wai, get Miss Shen a chair."

"No need." Shen Leman placed the medical kit on the table and opened it. Without looking up, she said, "Sit down properly. I'll change your dressings."

"Then sorry for the trouble, Miss Shen."

Shen Leman was quite satisfied with Wang Xuan's attitude. He was polite, and the room was neat and tidy—not at all the debauched mess she had imagined.

Unlike the other thugs she had met before, he was something of an oddity.

After removing the bandages from his body and seeing that there were no signs of inflammation in the wounds, she efficiently cleaned them again, changed the medicine, and rebandaged them.

Looking at the wounds of various sizes, all stitched up, Ah Wai's lips kept twitching. "Ah Xuan, Brother Xuan, does it hurt?"

"What do you think? Try getting chopped a few times yourself!" Wang Xuan rolled his eyes at Ah Wai. He didn't have much reaction to Ah Wai changing how he addressed him.

"No, no, forget it. I'm scared!" Ah Wai shook his head like a rattle drum, then said excitedly, "Brother Xuan, you have no idea. Everyone on the streets is talking about it today. Brother Xuan slaughtered his way through the opposition, taking out four of them by himself—not to mention one of them was Yougui, the red staff of the Hong Yi Society. You seriously wounded more than a dozen people, then chased hundreds through the streets, one slash per person! Everyone's given you a nickname now: Blood Dragon!"

"What a lousy nickname. It's so LOW!" Blood Dragon was drenched in childish, over-the-top flair, and Wang Xuan, a visitor from the year 9102, found it painfully embarrassing.

"How could it be? Blood Dragon! Wherever the Blood Dragon passes, rivers of blood flow. How awesome is that!" Ah Wai continued sighing with admiration from the side.

"Tch!"

Inside a hospital in Kowloon, Hong Kong, a hospital ward was filled with wounded men.

These people were covered in knife wounds. Several of the more seriously injured had even had their arms hacked off. They looked as miserable as could be. Some clutched their arms and screamed in agony without end, while others were already unconscious.

Yan Tze Tak of the Hong Yi Society entered the hospital with Viper. A cigarette hung from his mouth, and his face was grim.

Yan Tze Tak was the Dragon Head of the Hong Yi Society. He was in his thirties, and it was he who had ambushed Camel at a nightclub a few days earlier, bringing this great disaster upon them.

The man called Viper was the boss in charge of Kowloon for the Hong Yi Society. He had a sinister face and was the sort who killed without getting blood on his hands, so everyone had given him the nickname Viper.

He casually grabbed one of the Jackals' underlings. "Where's Jackals?"

"The boss is in the ward over there." A lightly injured young thug hurriedly pointed toward another ward.