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Xin Yi refused the request of the Mixed-Race Beauty to borrow his room for a shower, suggesting that her room's hot water heater might be broken and that she could call for maintenance. After saying this, he opened the door and intended to return to his room.
However, the Mixed-Race Beauty was persistent. She suddenly opened her door and stepped out, and Xin Yi was enveloped by a fragrant breeze as she approached him from behind, linking her arm with his and saying, "Sir, please let me use your bathroom. Look, I've already taken off my clothes. It would be inconvenient to call for maintenance now. Just help me out, okay?" As she spoke, she playfully shook his arm, showing no signs of backing down.
Xin Yi felt a wave of frustration. Did girls raised abroad really act so boldly? A single woman with such allure was asking to shower in a single man's room. Did she really think that men from the Heavenly Pride Nation lacked self-control? Moreover, her claim that it would be inconvenient to call maintenance—wasn't it just as inconvenient to shower in his room? What kind of logic was that? Besides, having her link arms with him in the hallway was clearly inappropriate. If this were ancient Heavenly Pride Nation, they would likely be arrested for indecency, and he could easily be accused of being an accomplice.
Forget it; it's just a shower. What's the big deal? Continuing to argue in the hallway would only make him seem petty as a man from the Heavenly Pride Nation. So Xin Yi extended his left hand to remove her grip from his arm and said, "Alright, you can go ahead and shower." With that, he pushed open the door and gestured for her to enter.
The beauty seemed quite pleased with Xin Yi's consent. She even tiptoed and kissed him on the cheek, cheerfully saying, "Thank you, sir! Wait for me; I'll go get some clothes!" After saying this, she turned around and swayed her hips back to her room.
Xin Yi was momentarily stunned. What was wrong with this girl? He touched his cheek where she had kissed him and shook his head with a wry smile before turning back into his room. Just as he settled into a chair, the girl rushed in like a gust of wind, holding only a piece of lingerie and a very minimal pair of panties. She waved the clothes at Xin Yi and said, "I'm going to shower now; you better not peek!" With that, she turned and slipped into the bathroom, peeking her head out one last time to smile at Xin Yi before gently closing the bathroom door.
Xin Yi definitely did not mishear; the bathroom door was merely ajar—not locked or even fully closed. He felt a headache coming on. What exactly did this girl intend to do? Did she really think he was some kind of saint?
Then sounds of the shower started coming from the bathroom. It seemed that the Mixed-Race Beauty was enjoying herself so much that she even began humming a little tune while washing up. The sound stimulated Xin Yi's eardrums and nerves, causing his heart rate to slightly quicken uncontrollably. He quickly grabbed the remote control to turn on the television in an attempt to distract himself from his rising excitement; however, all the shows were incredibly dull. After flipping through channels without finding anything interesting, he sighed.
At that moment, the sound of water stopped in the bathroom. Xin Yi secretly breathed a sigh of relief—finally done! She had no idea how torturous it had been for him waiting outside. This didn't mean that Xin Yi had any particularly lewd thoughts; any normal man would react under such circumstances. But now it was over; he exhaled deeply and began looking for his own change of clothes because he needed to shower before heading back to the hospital to take care of Shen Shanshan.
The bathroom door opened, and without turning around, Xin Yi said, "All done? I'm going in now; I have things to do later so I won't keep you."
No one answered. Confused, Xin Yi wondered if she had finished and gone back to her room without him hearing her leave. Turning around in curiosity nearly gave him a heart attack—there stood Roxy, the Mixed-Race Beauty, right behind him. It wasn't just that she was standing there; it was that she was now wearing only that minimal lingerie set. The girl had an excellent figure—everything in proportion—but at that moment, her blue eyes were filled with an expression of longing.
Feeling dry-throated after just one glance at her, Xin Yi quickly turned away from Roxy, awkwardly saying, "Ahem... Miss Roxy, since you're done washing up, shouldn't you head back to your room? I have things I need to take care of soon."
Another silence fell, and after a moment, Roxy's voice floated from behind, "Am I really that unattractive to you?"
Uh... what does that mean? Is this woman crazy? How could she say something so out of place? Xin Yi replied, "Miss Roxy, I really don't understand what you mean... If there's nothing else, I think I should go take a shower."
"Alright, goodbye, sir!" After Roxy finished speaking, she swayed her slender waist and left. It wasn't until he heard the sound of the door closing that Xin Yi turned back, exhaling deeply before heading into the bathroom. After taking a shower, he lay on the bed and lit a cigarette. He felt that today's events were a bit strange, but he couldn't pinpoint exactly what was odd. He needed to calm down and sort through his thoughts; he wasn't narcissistic enough to think everyone would be infatuated with him. This situation was unusual, and unusual things often had hidden meanings.
However, upon closer analysis, it seemed somewhat reasonable. Perhaps Roxy was indeed a woman educated in the West who was very open about sex. She was extremely confident in her appearance and figure and believed that all men should be interested in her. Therefore, leaving the bathroom door open while showering was actually a hint; she thought Xin Yi should naturally be tempted by her and something should happen. But since Xin Yi didn't act as she expected, she felt unattractive to him, which undermined her confidence, leading to the resentment in her eyes.
If this explanation made sense, then what exactly was wrong? Xin Yi took a deep drag from his cigarette. He hadn't smoked in a long time, so the sudden intake made his throat itch slightly. That's right! A scene flashed through Xin Yi's mind: Roxy had approached him without him noticing. Although the floor was carpeted, years of training had made Xin Yi's hearing exceptionally sharp; he could sense even a leaf falling behind him. Yet Roxy had managed to approach him silently, which could only mean she practiced Kung Fu and was likely a master at it.
But what purpose would a Kung Fu master have in approaching him this way? Who did she belong to? If her target was him, why didn't she take action earlier? Xin Yi quickly scanned his mind but still found no clues. It seemed he could only take things one step at a time. He extinguished his cigarette butt and decided not to dwell on it; whatever was coming would come. No matter who it was from, let them come. Xin Yi smiled as he got dressed and opened the door.
In the room across the hall, Mixed-Race Beauty Roxy hid behind the curtains with binoculars, watching as Xin Yi hurriedly exited the guesthouse and headed toward the hospital. It wasn't until he disappeared from view that Roxy tossed aside the binoculars and lay back on her bed, staring at the ceiling with her beautiful blue eyes wide open and a smile curling at her lips.
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At Binhai Customs, a container truck slowly drove out with "Binhai Senda" painted in large letters on its side. After passing through customs, it headed straight for Z City and stopped at a warehouse on the outskirts of Z City. A grand brass plaque hung at the entrance reading "Binhai Senda International Trade Co., Ltd. Warehouse." In front of the warehouse were two cars: an Audi A8 and a rare Rolls-Royce Phantom. Three people stood beside the vehicles; one of them was the long-missed Josen Young Master Qiao, while the other two were foreigners with fair skin and blonde hair. Upon seeing the container truck enter the warehouse, Josen smiled at one of the burly foreigners and said, "Mr. Smith, I told you there wouldn't be any problems. In Binhai, there's nothing I Josen can't handle; now you can rest assured."
The foreigner named Smith-Tang replied nonchalantly, "Very good, Mr. Qiao. Let's take a look at the goods that have arrived." With that, he stepped forward into the warehouse.
Josen quickly followed him inside where workers were already unloading cargo. A forklift lifted large wooden crates from inside the container and neatly placed them on the warehouse floor. Before long, an entire truckload of crates had been unloaded. Smith-Tang turned to his companion beside him and said, "Peter, open the crates."
Peter fetched a crowbar and quickly pried open one of the wooden crate lids. Smith-Tang and Josen leaned in closer; inside were neatly packed bags of chemical materials. Smith-Tang exchanged smiles with Josen as Josen remarked, "This chemical material is called Lithium Hexafluorophosphate; it's essential for manufacturing lithium-ion batteries. The demand for it is extremely high domestically right now, so trading in this stuff is quite profitable."
"Ha ha, Mr. Qiao really knows how to do business," Smith-Tang chuckled, then instructed Peter, "Move these things aside."
Upon hearing this, Peter quickly began to take out bags of Lithium Hexafluorophosphate from the box and placed them on the ground nearby. Soon, the box was emptied, but Smith-Tang then told Peter, "Prise it open."
Peter took a crowbar and climbed into the wooden box, using the crowbar to pry up the bottom of the box. After a while, he managed to lift a thick wooden board. Smith-Tang leaned over to take a look, and Peter continued prying. Once he got one board open, the rest would be easier. Before long, all the boards at the bottom of the Kung Fu box were pried up. It turned out that there was an additional layer about twenty centimeters high at the bottom of the box, filled with some items that were tightly wrapped in oil paper. Smith-Tang said, "Pack it up and take a look."
Hearing this, Peter crouched down and began to feel around at the bottom of the box. He soon heard a series of crisp metallic clinks. Two minutes later, Peter stood up from the box, holding a brand new KF-59-AMP assault pistol! This type of assault pistol has a compact structure, small size, easy operation, and high shooting accuracy. The muzzle can be equipped with a muzzle brake or suppressor. The stock is a metal frame folding stock that folds to the left and rests on the lower left side of the receiver, making it very suitable for use in confined spaces.
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