Chapter 89: The True Iron Face

  The winter sun is like a ripe orange, hanging on the distant horizon of the clouds, the faintly blue sky presents a bleak gray color, with a chilling coldness that makes people shiver.

  The sunshine is still there, but that gentle light appears so fragile and insignificant in the face of seasonal forces.

  Creak.

  With a crisp screech of brakes, an unlicensed Passat stopped in front of a house in Xiashui Village. Two people got out of the car, wearing gray windbreakers with high collars that covered half their faces.

  The wide sunglasses also covered the top half, so the north wind dancing on the bare branches outside could no longer blow on their faces.

  The two got off the car and quickly turned into an alley, coming to a green door in the middle, with a bunch of mugwort hanging on it.

  They looked around and saw that the alley was quiet.

  The village was originally not big, and because it is close to the city, most of the villagers have moved to the city to live. The remaining people are also working outside. So, only some old people and children were left to guard the village. It's just meal time, who would stay outside?

  The man in gray on the left immediately stepped forward quickly, his hands crossed over his legs, and his companion stepped up with one foot, easily grasping the edge of the square with one hand. With a burst of strength from both arms, he sprang up like a nimble cat.

  Then, he bent down and stretched out his hand. The person in gray below immediately grasped it and also turned over. The movements of the two were as smooth and fast as floating clouds and flowing water, just like professional thieves.

  "Is this the one?" The man who came up first turned his head and asked in a low voice.

  The man behind nodded and jumped into the yard. The yard was quiet, with only the sound of drinking coming from a side room next door.

  "Haha, brother, don't be impatient. What's the saying? Good food isn't afraid of being late! And my cooking, I'm not bragging, but that tender and smooth meat can make your mouth water."

  "Although I've put on a bit of weight, it's all in the right places! Can an old man like me still rock this? Coming from behind, that's what they call making waves, and with these white flowers, you'll be blinded by the glare! As for my skills, I won't say they're better than those of Mizuki Nana, Sawashiro Miyuki, or Ueda Kana, but at least I'm not worse than Maaya Sakamoto, Yui Horie, or Marina Inoue!"

  "If you add another hundred, I'll let her play a full set of Shangri-La's flute for you, guaranteed to satisfy! How about it..."

  In the room, two shady men were smoking and sitting by the stove, engaging in a dirty deal, when suddenly the door was pushed open.

  The middle-aged man on the left saw someone coming in and habitually put on a smiling face, saying: "Ah, sorry you came, there are too many people looking for fun today, you..."

  Just as he was saying that, the smile on his face suddenly froze. He remembered that the door had been locked long ago, and if someone came in, they would have to knock first, and then he would go open it. But now he had been sitting here all along, so how did these two people get in?

  This problem, he's probably temporarily unable to find the answer. In his astonished gaze, a foot suddenly enlarged in front of him! With a loud crash, he was knocked unconscious by hitting his head against the nearby tea table, and the middle-aged man fainted without making a sound.

  The man who was supposed to be a client sitting next to him suddenly stood up. A fist slammed into his face, he spun around and fell back onto the sofa with a thud!

  "How did you knock him out too?" The person who had struck first raised an eyebrow slightly, seeming somewhat displeased.

  "It's nothing, isn't he getting impatient? Let's wait a bit and then invite the one inside out, send him in, and let him enjoy it ahead of time, won't that do?"

  ……

  Indoors, soft and fragrant voices, the atmosphere is intoxicating! The scene of the old man pushing a cart that was just spoken about is being vividly performed. A bird stirs up a thousand layers of waves, and everything in sight is soft, fragrant, and white!

  The woman in front, looking like she's in her twenties, has a charming and flirtatious appearance. Her small mouth is slightly open, gasping for breath as if she might suffocate at any moment. Her coquettish demeanor makes one want to die on her lap.

  The man behind had dark skin, a mouthful of yellow teeth, and was twisting his thick waist with a power of two times per second. He stretched out his hand and slapped the woman's buttocks hard, leaving a short and thick palm print on her fragrant buttocks, causing her to let out a loud cry immediately.

  His rough palms were open, and the calluses on his hands stimulated the woman's skin. His short and stout fingers looked like a bunch of carrots, appearing clumsy beyond compare. Adding to that his silly expression and rustic appearance, he looked just like an old farmer who had just come down from the fields!

  At first, the woman was also very dissatisfied with his appearance, and if she hadn't already taken his money, she would have even wanted to refuse him.

  However, after he took off his clothes, the woman's eyes lit up. His body was full of muscle, with six-pack abs that formed an inverted diamond shape, looking like a leopard full of attacking power, extremely masculine.

  And those scars of all kinds made him a man full of an inexplicable charm!

  Although the woman could also be said to have seen countless men, she had never seen a man's body so attractive! Even for the first time at work, she couldn't help but fully devote herself, devoting herself to the great movement of advancing and retreating...

  Just as she was churning in the ocean of happiness, about to boil over at any moment! Just as the man behind her was speeding up, swift as the wind, the bedroom door suddenly opened.

  The man who was twisting forward suddenly stopped, his muscles tense all over, although lightly jumping, but all his attention had already shifted to the person appearing at the door.

  "Darling, don't stop, please, I'm coming..." The woman turned her head, still unaware of the situation, and continued to beg with her half-closed eyes.

  The man, however, pushed her away without hesitation. He had already reached the peak and was startled, causing him to ejaculate prematurely. At this moment, his naked body looked somewhat ugly! But he didn't care, his eyes were fixed tightly on the person wearing a gray windbreaker and large sunglasses who appeared at the door.

  Image is important, but compared with one's own life, it is too insignificant.

  "Sorry, Iron Face, I didn't mean to spoil your fun!" The newcomer said with a light laugh.

  The man's face didn't change color, but his eyes suddenly narrowed, and even the thing between his legs that had already lost all its temper trembled slightly twice, as if it had been scared by the two words "iron face".

  Iron Face? He's actually Iron Face? One of the four great generals under Waste Materials, cold and ruthless in person, with a thin iron mask on his face at all times.

  "You've got the wrong person, haven't you? I don't understand what you're talking about!" The man sneered, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth. As he spoke, he picked up the woman again, as if wanting to continue: "I'm just a customer, that's all!"

  The man in grey robes smiled, and with a mocking glance at the man's companion, said lightly: "One doesn't speak in riddles before a wise person, nor does one burn incense before a true Buddha! Others may not know that Iron Face likes to take off his mask and search for fragrance everywhere, but we brothers happen to know a thing or two, so this time, we are specially..."

  Before the two words were out, the man suddenly attacked. He grasped the woman's white buttocks with both hands, let out a low hum, and the woman's hundred or so pounds of body weight crashed towards the person in gray clothes.

  In the woman's scream, his body followed closely behind, with one foot on the bed, using the bed's elasticity to kick a foot at the black-clothed man's throat.

  Firm and ruthless, all the earlier foolishness and simplicity were gone!

  The man in grey clothes was calm and fearless, haha laughed, his body dodged to let the woman pass, then a punch hit him right between his two legs!

  "Ugh!" With a white-eyed flip, the man's body fell down and heavily crashed onto the bed. Having just finished intense exercise, he had consumed too much energy and strength. This made him slower than usual in both speed and reaction.

  However, he has been in the Tao for so long and has relied on a single iron face to obscure his true appearance. A person with such wisdom and means is not one who can be slaughtered at will.

  Although the intense pain still occupied his mind, he forced himself to get out of bed with a rolling motion and reached for the dagger hidden under his clothes. He was about to get up and make a desperate attempt.

  But before he could get up, a cold machete had already fallen on his neck!

  His face stiffened, and he wisely put the dagger back in his hand. On the other side, just as the woman's body was about to crash into the wall, a pair of large hands suddenly stretched out beside her, caught her, and threw her back onto the bed!

  Another man in grey walked in, his cold eyes swept across Iron Face, not a word was spoken, but the icy gaze and aloof demeanor were more intimidating than any words.

  The iron-faced man, who had originally intended to put up a good fight, was thoroughly disheartened. He didn't know who his opponent was or who had sent him, but he knew that this time he was truly defeated! From the moment his opponent found him, he was already finished!

  He slowly stood up and said softly: "Let me put on my clothes!"

  "Of course!" The grey-clad man said succinctly as he held him down with his knife!

  The iron-faced man cooperated and put on his clothes. As the gray-clothed person was leaving, he coldly threw down a sentence: "If you don't want to die, leave here and forget everything that happened today!"

  After finishing speaking, the two of them, one on the left and one on the right, escorted Iron Face out the door. From start to finish, they didn't dare glance at the naked body on the bed.

  They came to the front of the car and threw the iron face into the trunk before getting in.

  "Has the big shot over there succeeded?" The man in gray sitting in the passenger seat took off his glasses, and a pair of rather distinctive eyebrows with silver threads furrowed together - was it not Gu Ziwen or someone else?

  "Don't worry, the big boss is here, one can take on two! We've both arrived at success, and the big boss can handle a small punk like that with ease!" Another man in gray took off his sunglasses, wiped them clean, and put them back on, revealing an unexpectedly familiar face - Mo Ji!

  P.S: There's more coming up next, brothers please support me. If it's too late, don't wait anymore, see you tomorrow...