Unrivaled Soldier in the City-Chapter 132: Rescue the Witch

Seeing this, Lin Kuang let out a cold laugh. He stamped his foot, and his body suddenly shot forward!

Quickly sidestepping a punch, Lin Kuang countered with a knee strike, slamming it fiercely into the man’s torso. The attacker screamed in agony and collapsed, unable to get back up.

Just then, the other two men attacked. Lin Kuang’s pupils narrowed. He reached out, grabbed an incoming ankle, and exerted all his strength.

THUD!

He swung the man he held by the ankle and slammed him directly into the other attacker. The two men crashed into each other and tumbled to the ground, rolling five or six meters before hitting the wall and passing out.

Seeing this, Lin Kuang didn’t linger and quickly headed upstairs.

The moment Lin Kuang went upstairs, two Bodyguards rushed out from the side. One on the left and one on the right, they swung their fists toward his head.

Lin Kuang’s expression was as tranquil as still water. As the fists flew toward him, he shot out both hands and fiercely grabbed their arms. The next moment, he exerted his strength and ducked slightly.

THUD!

He smashed the two Bodyguards’ foreheads together. They crashed into each other and immediately passed out.

Lin Kuang didn’t delay, moving quickly to one of the room doors before kicking it open with force.

Inside the bedroom, a woman wearing only her underwear lay on the bed. Her alluring body was covered in an unnatural, feverish blush. Lying there, she continuously stroked her own body, emitting soft, faint moans.

Lin Kuang recognized her at a glance. It was none other than the Witch, Liu Shiyu!

However, across from him, a man in his early twenties held a Type 54 pistol, its barrel aimed straight at Lin Kuang’s head.

"Damn it! How dare you interrupt my good time? I’ll fucking blow your brains out!" the young man snarled. Though young, his eyes were filled with malice.

As he finished speaking, he made his move.

At that critical moment, Lin Kuang suddenly sidestepped, grabbed the man’s wrist with his left hand, and abruptly applied force.

CRACK!

The young man’s wrist was crushed in Lin Kuang’s grip.

"Aaah!"

A piercing scream tore from the man’s throat. His hostile eyes were now wide with terror.

Lin Kuang’s own gaze was chillingly cold as his right fist smashed fiercely into his opponent’s chest.

THUMP!

The man was sent flying two or three meters, slamming hard against the wall behind him. A mouthful of blood sprayed from his lips.

The young man pointed a trembling finger at Lin Kuang before his head lolled to the side and he passed out.

Lin Kuang quickly closed the door, walked to the bed, and took hold of the Witch’s wrist.

In an instant, his expression changed drastically. His gaze flashed with murderous intent—the Witch had been drugged! Her blood was coursing with a powerful aphrodisiac, its effects extremely potent.

"Just as I thought," Lin Kuang said coldly, glancing at the unconscious young man. "Damn you. I’ll deal with you later."

At that moment, a smooth arm wrapped around Lin Kuang’s neck, and a delicate little face appeared before his eyes.

"I... I want it... I’m so hot... I want it..."

The Witch had completely lost her reason, controlled entirely by the drug. Her delicate, doll-like face was bright red, her gaze was silky and seductive, and she was clearly on the verge of losing all control.

Lin Kuang couldn’t help but swallow. In terms of both figure and looks, the Witch was a devastating beauty. He hadn’t been with a woman in a long time, and under her constant stimulation, his body was having a natural, masculine reaction.

Damn it, I have to endure! Lin Kuang roared inwardly.

By now, the Witch had already settled into his lap, her soft body twisting relentlessly against him.

However, Lin Kuang was not the kind of man to take advantage of someone in their time of need. Although his body was betraying him, his reason remained intact.

With that thought, Lin Kuang pushed the Witch away and had her turn her back to him.

The next moment, he placed his palm on her smooth back. His True Qi, which was of the purest yang nature, surged into the Witch’s body.

Women are inherently yin-aligned. The aphrodisiac had made the Witch’s body flare with heat, making it almost yang in nature. Since Lin Kuang’s True Qi was also of the purest yang, the combination of these two powerful yang energies should have been harmful to her.

However, Lin Kuang’s incredibly potent True Qi forcefully suppressed the aphrodisiac within the Witch’s blood and meridians. After corralling the toxins into one area, his True Qi flared once more, beginning the process of Refining them.

More than half an hour passed before Lin Kuang finally purged all the toxins from the Witch’s body. By then, his forehead was beaded with sweat, and the unnatural blush on her skin had vanished.

Looking at the Witch’s back, Lin Kuang sighed with relief. Phew, finally done. It seems I arrived just in time. Any later and the Witch would have been finished.

Just then, the Witch seemed to awaken as if from a dream. Her beautiful eyes darted around, filled with bewilderment. Then, as if remembering something, she looked down and saw that she was only in her underwear.

The Witch’s expression changed drastically. She whipped her head around and saw the weary Lin Kuang.

At the sight of him, the Witch froze for a moment before throwing herself into his arms, sobbing uncontrollably. Her lithe body trembled as tears fell like a downpour, soaking his shoulder.

Hearing the Witch’s sobs, Lin Kuang couldn’t help but feel a pang in his heart. He wrapped one arm around her smooth back, using his other hand to gently stroke her hair.

"Alright, alright, don’t cry. It’s okay, everything’s okay," Lin Kuang soothed her gently. "Don’t cry, Shiyu. You’re fine. Nothing happened to you."

The Witch didn’t speak, only continued to cry, her slender arms wrapped tightly around Lin Kuang as if she feared he would disappear.

"There, there, don’t cry. If you keep crying, your face will be all streaked like a little kitten’s. Be a good girl, Shiyu, okay? Stop crying," Lin Kuang coaxed, as if speaking to a child.

After some time, the Witch’s crying finally subsided. Her eyes, red and swollen like walnuts, looked utterly pitiable.