"Bang!"
The first to strike was actually Thirteen.
He grabbed at empty air.
The Guan Dao appeared in his hand.
He slashed straight at the old man with the goatee who was holding Ding Ya.
Fighting spirit surged in the old man's eyes. Without dodging or retreating, he met the Guan Dao head-on and struck Thirteen's chest with his palm. "Mystic Fire Palm!"
"Bang!"
A muffled impact rang out.
The blade energy split the room in two.
The old man with the goatee stumbled back several steps, disbelief filling his eyes.
He had actually been forced back by a young man?
Thirteen hauled Ding Ya up from the floor. The mystic fire quietly vanished the moment it drew near him.
Ding Ya was pulled roughly into his arms, and memories of last night instantly flooded her mind.
Scenes of their intimacy flashed through her mind again and again.
Feeling his hot breath once more, she blushed for no apparent reason.
Thirteen's face was just as red as a monkey's butt.
They were pressed so closely together that they could feel each other's heartbeats.
"Are you... all right?" He breathed in the fragrance of the woman in his arms.
Thirteen swallowed and asked in a hoarse voice.
"I... I'm fine." Her voice was as faint as a mosquito's buzz. She wanted to break free of his strong arms, but he held her too tightly.
"Yester... yesterday... I really was drugged... did... did it feel good? No... are you all right?" Thirteen froze the moment he finished speaking.
Ding Ya's shy face turned from red to dark.
The little bit of tenderness they had finally managed to build vanished in an instant.
"Bang!"
Her shyness turning to cold indifference, Ding Ya shoved Thirteen away and charged toward Ding Baobao.
"Let go of