Chapter 92: Murderous Intent Fills the Air

Zhang Xin felt the hot, adoring gazes of the women around her fixed on Chen Xian, and could not help leaning close to his ear, breathing as sweetly as orchid fragrance as she murmured, “Darling, it looks like you still have quite a bit going for you. I dressed you up a little, and now you’ve drawn all these bees and butterflies.”

“You dressed me up so handsomely—aren’t you afraid someone will steal me away?” Chen Xian said with mock gravity.

Zhang Xin pouted her tender lips and said, “You dare leave me?”

“I could never bear to,” Chen Xian replied.

“That’s more like it.”

The men nearby watched Chen Xian and Zhang Xin flirting with each other, jealousy and envy almost boiling in their hearts.

In the end, the two of them got into the Lamborghini supercar and headed toward the dance center.

Seated in the passenger seat, Chen Xian had been chatting with Zhang Xin all along, but suddenly he fell silent and closed his eyes.

“Darling, what’s wrong?” Zhang Xin asked curiously.

Chen Xian raised a finger, making a gesture for silence.

Seeing that, Zhang Xin said nothing more.

At that moment, Chen Xian was reading the message relayed by the No. 002 spy insect.

Li Hu had already been taken back by the underlings sent by the Wolfpack Mercenary Group’s leader to their stronghold deep in the mountains of Country T. However, his elder brother, the leader Li Xiong, was not in the base.

Through the phone call Li Hu had made to Li Xiong, Chen Xian learned that Li Xiong had brought a group of core members secretly to Country M, planning to use the money they had made from drug dealing and robbery to negotiate an important arms deal with an arms dealer there.

Li Hu had poured out to his brother everything he had suffered in H City.

Based on Li Hu’s guess, the one-eyed old woman was very likely killed by Chen Xian.

After learning of his younger brother’s miserable fate and the news of the one-eyed old woman’s death in battle, Li Xiong was furious.

He immediately gave orders to dozens of his men, telling them to infiltrate H City in the Hua-Long Federation and kill Chen Xian’s family, to avenge his brother and the dead one-eyed old woman.

When Chen Xian learned all this, he abruptly opened his eyes, cold light flashing fiercely in his gaze, and an astonishing killing intent unconsciously leaked from his entire body.

Zhang Xin, who was driving, suddenly felt as if the temperature around her had plunged to freezing, as a dark and terrifying aura spread through the car.

She subconsciously slammed on the brakes. A car behind them nearly crashed into their rear end, making the other driver highly displeased. He leaned out of his window, ready to give the owner of the supercar in front a thorough dressing-down.

But when he saw that the driver was a beautiful woman, he merely honked once and drove off.

“Darling... what’s wrong?” Zhang Xin looked at Chen Xian, her beautiful eyes showing surprise, along with a trace of fear.

She felt that Chen Xian at this moment had become very strange, as though he were a demon walked out from hell.

Hearing Zhang Xin’s words, Chen Xian came back to himself. Seeing his girlfriend’s frightened expression, he knew that the astonishing killing aura he had released had scared her.

With a thought, he adjusted himself; the murderous aura throughout his body withdrew back inside, and his whole state returned to normal.

“Darling, I’m fine. Don’t worry,” he said, the corners of his mouth lifting into a reassuring smile. “Just focus on driving.”

As he said this, he subtly infused a strand of spiritual power into his words, calming his girlfriend.

Looking at Chen Xian’s smile, Zhang Xin somehow found that the unease and fear in her heart quietly vanished, as if everything she had just seen had been an illusion and her eyes had simply played a trick on her.

“Mhm.” Seeing that her boyfriend had returned to normal, Zhang Xin nodded and started the car again, continuing forward.

Although Chen Xian appeared outwardly calm and composed, deep in his heart a terrifying killing intent was surging.

Home was Chen Xian’s warmest harbor. His family, in his eyes, weighed more than life itself; they were his reverse scale.

Now that the Wolfpack Mercenary Group’s leader intended to strike at Chen Xian’s family, it meant he had touched that reverse scale.

A dragon has a reverse scale; touch it, and death is certain.

Chen Xian wanted nothing more than to head at once to the Wolfpack Mercenary Group’s stronghold in Country T and slaughter every criminal mercenary there. Yet he forced himself to suppress the urge and not set out immediately.

Because the soul of the Wolfpack Mercenary Group, its leader Li Xiong, was still in Country M and would need at least a few days before he could return to their base in Country T.

If Chen Xian went now to wipe out the Wolfpack Mercenary Group, he would not be able to eliminate them all in one sweep.

Once Li Xiong received the news, he would certainly go into hiding like a wounded beast. After his injuries healed, no one knew when he might launch a fatal strike against Chen Xian’s family.

Cutting the weeds without uprooting the roots only lets them grow again when the spring breeze blows; then the future trouble would be endless.

So Chen Xian made up his mind: he would wait until Li Xiong and the Wolfpack Mercenary Group’s core members had all returned to the nest, and only then would he wipe them out completely.

One battle, and all future trouble would be ended forever.

As Chen Xian’s thoughts drifted, the wheels rolled onward...

Not long after, the Lamborghini supercar pulled up in front of a training center with a huge sign reading “Shangpin Dance Training Center.”

“We’re here, Xian. Let’s get out,” Zhang Xin said with a smile. “And remember to bring your formal wear and leather shoes.”

Chen Xian nodded, took the formal suit and shoes, and got out of the car.

Zhang Xin stepped forward, extended her delicate hand, and looped it through Chen Xian’s arm, walking toward the dance center with an intimacy like that of a married couple.

“Miss Zhang, it’s been a long time. And this handsome gentleman is...”

They had only just reached the entrance when a female manager in a short suit came up to greet them. She could not help examining Chen Xian with curiosity.

Zhang Xin already knew the manager well and introduced him with a smile. “He’s my boyfriend, Chen Xian.”

“Oh, congratulations, Miss Zhang!” the manager said hurriedly.

After exchanging a few pleasantries with the manager, Zhang Xin and Chen Xian came to a private dance room.

“Xian, change into your formal wear and leather shoes,” Zhang Xin said as she took off her down jacket.

After removing her coat, she was wearing a red evening gown underneath, making her look especially elegant and beautiful, so much so that Chen Xian could not help staring for a moment.

“Xian, what are you daydreaming about?” Zhang Xin asked when she noticed her boyfriend frozen there.

Chen Xian came back to himself and praised, “Xin, you’re too beautiful.”

Hearing this, a happy smile bloomed on Zhang Xin’s exquisite face.

“All right, hurry up and change.”

Chen Xian nodded and quickly changed into the formal wear and leather shoes. At once, he became exceptionally handsome and refined.

“So handsome, so gentlemanly,” Zhang Xin said, her lovely eyes gleaming. “Come on, let me first explain the basics of social dancing and the points you need to pay attention to.”

Naturally, Chen Xian had no objection. He said yes and listened to his girlfriend’s explanation without blinking.

Zhang Xin’s beautiful eyes turned lightly as her mellow, pleasant voice rang out. “Social dance style: the posture is solemn and elegant, the steps are strict and standardized, and it carries a gentlemanly air. There are slow three, quick three, slow four, quick four, rumba, and other steps.

“Slow three belongs to the three-step family. As the name implies, each measure has three beats. Its accent falls on the first beat, and the second and third beats are weak. The rhythm is ‘strong, weak, weak.’ In slow three, for a man, the accent of the first measure is on the left foot, and in the second measure it shifts to the right foot. After that, the accents alternate between the left and right feet...”

After speaking for more than ten minutes, Zhang Xin stopped and asked, “Have you remembered all that?”

“I have,” Chen Xian said with a slight curl of his lips.

Zhang Xin said, “Good. I’ll play a teaching video for you to watch, and then we’ll start practicing.”

With that, she played a twenty-minute video.

When it ended, Zhang Xin said, “All right, let’s start practicing now.”

As she spoke, Zhang Xin stepped forward into a dance posture, intending to teach Chen Xian.

But the next scene that unfolded made Zhang Xin’s eyes widen.