Chapter 032: Red Sister's Story

Chapter 032: The Story of Red Sister

"We really lost big this time!"

On a dimly lit street, the leader of the men in black struggled to stand, sweat pouring from his brow in pain. One leg had been broken, kicked out of joint—a torment even he could not endure.

"Boss, that Chu Fei is ruthless. I swear I won’t let him get away with it," another man managed to rise, his face twisted in agony.

"Damn it, we’re lucky to be alive. What are you going to use for revenge?" the leader cursed, terror and lingering dread etched across his face.

The one being scolded didn’t dare reply; he was merely venting. Just recalling Chu Fei’s skill left him chilled to the bone. Thankfully, Chu Fei showed mercy. Otherwise, the three of them would be reporting to the underworld right now.

"What do we do next?" The third man gritted his teeth, struggling to his feet.

"What else? Find a shady clinic to recover. Don’t expect to walk normally for at least a month. Luckily, we pulled off a job just days ago. If not, we’d be waiting for death now…" The leader muttered through clenched teeth, then suddenly froze—he realized someone had appeared before them, unnoticed.

It was a young man, strikingly handsome with an almost unearthly allure, who regarded them coldly.

"Who the hell are you? Get lost!" The leader, irritated, barked at the youth blocking his way.

The enigmatic young man said nothing, his icy gaze shifting among the three, eyes flickering with inscrutable thoughts.

"Damn it, are you deaf? I said get lost, you—"

The leader’s words were cut short. His eyes widened in shock, and in the next instant, his body collapsed with a thud, a deep bloody hole in his brow.

"Boss—!"

The closest man shouted, disbelief flashing in his eyes. But his gaze froze, and he too fell, eyes staring wide at the sky, dead and unavenged.

Another thud echoed—the last assassin dropped dead as well.

None of the three ever understood what happened, nor how the young man could be so terrifying.

"Chu Fei is becoming more merciful…" The enigmatic youth was none other than Blood Fox. He glanced indifferently at the three corpses, his expression serene, as if nothing had occurred. Then he turned and vanished down the long street.

"I never intended to kill you, but you shouldn’t have cursed me. I despise being insulted—especially by someone who isn’t Big Sister…" Blood Fox’s disdainful voice drifted from the far end of the street.

——

It was a finely crafted villa.

The lavishly decorated upstairs lounge was in utter disarray, littered with bottles—beer, spirits, wine of every kind. The air reeked with acrid alcohol.

A woman, barefoot and clad only in a camisole nightdress, reclined against the floor beneath the liquor cabinet, swirling a delicate goblet in her hand. Her slender, beautiful eyes gazed at the ceiling, lost in thought.

A sudden sound came from the balcony.

The woman turned sharply, beholding a handsome young man, ghostly in his appearance, standing on the balcony.

"Is this how you’ve spent the past two days—just drinking?" The youth, Chu Fei, had slipped into the villa with ease, his brows furrowed as he looked at the woman before him.

The drunken, disheveled woman was none other than Qi Hong, whose safety had weighed heavily on Chu Fei’s mind. He felt no romantic affection for Qi Hong, but they had shared two nights together—yet neither were mere bed partners. Chu Fei’s feelings for her were complex. He relished their passionate encounters, enjoyed the freedom of release she offered. A domineering man at heart, Chu Fei had already claimed her as his own in some sense, and would not tolerate any harm coming to Qi Hong.

Yet her current state worried him.

"Chu Fei?" Qi Hong’s eyes brightened, finally returning to herself. She stared in surprise at his handsome face, thinking perhaps she was dreaming. She rubbed her eyes and asked, bewildered, "What brings you here?"

"I went to the bar looking for you, but Xiao Min said you haven’t been there these past two days…" Chu Fei walked over, pulling her upright. Qi Hong was a complete drunk, wavering unsteadily, so unlike her usual self. This troubled Chu Fei deeply; he knew her as a bold, sensual, even somewhat brazen woman.

"Is that so? You went to the bar," Qi Hong’s gaze dimmed, then she smiled, "So you came here to find me?"

"Yes." Chu Fei nodded, looking into her eyes. "I know Cai Jiu already knows about us."

Qi Hong trembled, her face turning ashen. Yet she forced a strained smile, "Yes, he knows," but a flicker of terror escaped her eyes.

"You’re very afraid of him?" Qi Hong’s expression did not escape Chu Fei’s notice, and it pained him.

"Cai Jiu is a devil. Is it strange that I fear him?" Qi Hong smiled bitterly, making no attempt to conceal her thoughts. She truly was terrified of that man, having witnessed his cruelty more than once. Her fear was rooted in knowing him too well.

Chu Fei said nothing, but took her delicate hand, speaking earnestly, "I’ll take you away. From this day forward, you never have to fear him again." His tone was solemn; he rarely made promises, especially to women. Yet Qi Hong’s fragile state stirred something protective in him. Though he felt no love for her—at least not yet—his only affection stemmed from her beautiful body. But now, her vulnerability struck a chord in his heart, prompting a primal urge to shield her, to see her bold, sensual self shine again.

"You?" Qi Hong stared at him in disbelief, as if hearing the greatest joke in the world. "You’ll take me away? Where?"

"Wherever you wish." Chu Fei replied, serious.

"I can’t go anywhere." Qi Hong shook her head, her smile faint and wan. "You don’t know how terrifying Cai Jiu is. No matter where I run, he’ll find me. There’s no escape." She raised her head, giving Chu Fei a charming smile, "But I’m still glad you came to see me."

Chu Fei frowned, regarding her closely.

"You should leave. If Cai Jiu finds out, he won’t spare you. You must leave Kun City, leave Jiangnan—go as far as you can," Qi Hong said earnestly.

"Cai Jiu has already made his move against me." Chu Fei looked at her.

"What?" Qi Hong’s expression changed.

"I encountered three professional killers at the bar today…" Chu Fei said lightly.

"You?" Qi Hong stared at him, bewildered.

"They were just third-rate assassins, nothing threatening." Chu Fei replied calmly, looking at her again. "I’m here to take you away. Don’t worry—with me, no one will ever bully you again. Not even Cai Jiu."

Qi Hong gazed at Chu Fei, as if digesting his words. Then she shook her head, "No, I won’t go with you."

"Why? Do you prefer living like a captive?" Chu Fei glanced at the scattered bottles and glasses, picturing her recent days—drunken stupor, sleeping, then more drinking, a haze of misery.

Faced with his question, Qi Hong gave a peculiar smile, lifting her slender neck and downing her wine in one gulp. She licked her lips and asked, "Chu Fei, why do you want to take me away? Do you like me?"

Chu Fei was silent; he couldn’t answer that.

"You don’t like me. If anything, you like my body, isn’t that true?" Qi Hong pressed, her smile seductive.

Chu Fei looked at her, puzzled by her line of questioning.

"You don’t like me, and I don’t like you. I seduced you because I was lonely. Though I have a man—Cai Jiu—he rarely comes to see me. I was so lonely; when a woman is lonely, she’ll do anything. You just happened to come to the bar, so handsome, so I seduced you. I just wanted release, nothing more…" Qi Hong laughed breezily.

"What are you really trying to say?" Chu Fei’s frown deepened.

"Nothing. I’m just telling you—it’s not worth opposing Cai Jiu for a woman like me." Qi Hong’s smile faded. She looked at Chu Fei seriously, "Perhaps you’re very skilled, but you can never imagine how terrifying Cai Jiu is. You’re not his match. If I were you, I’d leave here, never to return."

"And you? Will you go on, living as his captive?" Chu Fei finally understood her intent—she wanted him to leave.

"What’s so bad about this life? A luxury villa, the best wine, fine clothes—anything I want. How many women dream of this and never attain it?" Qi Hong retorted, her smile radiant.

"Is that so? Do you really like it?" Chu Fei’s expression darkened; he didn’t believe her.

"Chu Fei, do you want to hear a story?" Qi Hong suddenly turned to him.

"What story?" Chu Fei asked. Last time, she’d wanted to tell him a story, but he refused. Today, he was curious.

Qi Hong smiled seductively, speaking softly, "Once, there was a girl. She was beautiful, from a well-off family. From childhood, she enjoyed every luxury, her parents indulging her every whim, always placing her above her peers. She was a princess…

But that heavenly life lasted only until her third year of university. Her father’s company was sabotaged by rivals and collapsed overnight. Her parents, unable to bear the blow, jumped to their deaths together.

Just like that.

Her world plunged from heaven to hell. She couldn’t accept the reality; she was used to being superior, to living above others. To keep up appearances among her friends, she even took out high-interest loans.

This deceitful life lasted another six months, until she was caught by the loan sharks. Unable to pay, they planned to send her to a place of vice to sell herself and repay the debt…

At that moment, a gangster happened upon the scene. Perhaps struck by her beauty, he not only paid her debts but kept her as his mistress. Learning the cause behind her loans, he gave her even more money, allowing her to continue flaunting herself before her friends. All she had to do was spend a night with him when he wished…

This arrangement continued through her graduation. That vain girl never sought a job, but became the gangster’s mistress, a caged songbird living a life of luxury…

Qi Hong finished and turned to Chu Fei, "That vain girl was me."