Chapter 95 Final Round *Grass Skirt Dance? Striptease?

  The skinny man rummaged through his pocket and pulled out a secret weapon he always carried with him, then squatted down to search the man's collar, sleeves, and ankles. Finally, he found an earpiece in the man's ear and gave it a pull and a twist, and suddenly there was sound coming from it.

  "Hello, Trainer No. 4, what's the situation? Hello, Trainer No. 4, what's the situation?"

  That skinny guy suddenly burst out laughing and replied seriously: "The fourth trainee was captured and eliminated, we are the B Military Academy's candidates."

  The room fell silent for a moment, followed by a low murmur of discontent, before another person spoke up and said, "Let the fourth trainee speak."

  The skinny man pinched that thing and sent it to the mouth of the captured guy, who pursed his lips and remained silent.

  "Trainer No. 4 speaking, Trainer No. 4 speaking." A clear command came from within.

  Xiang Hong looked annoyed, and with a swift kick of her military boot, she stepped on the man's hand: "Don't speak, just scream if you need to."

  He did not disappoint everyone's expectations and let out a loud cry of pain.

  Xiang Hong snatched the intercom from Shou Zi's hand and said impatiently, "Didn't you hear his screams? If you still can't be sure, we can make him scream even louder!"

  A soft laughter came from that side, and then someone said: "I heard that the fourth trainer has already announced his withdrawal. You can let him go and don't abuse the captive."

  Xiang Hong sneered, "When our people were speaking through his intercom, you could have been certain. Why the need for further action? If he wasn't captured, who would have the ability to retrieve this thing from his ear?"

  After finishing speaking, he turned off that thing and threw it back to Xiao Zi. Xiao Zi was delighted and put it in his own pocket.

  Xiang Hong cleared her throat and instantly wiped away the killing aura on her body, smiling sweetly:

  "Sorry big brother, circumstances forced me to, just now I was wrong to have offended you, because you were careless and took us for a refined and righteous little group, otherwise we wouldn't have been cheated so badly;"

  Normally we are very hospitable and enthusiastic, but this is the final now, we are so much weaker than you, how can we not cherish this opportunity?

  Fine, if you're not convinced, just keep your eyes wide open and watch, tonight's show will definitely have more than one captive.

  Can you cooperate?

  With good wine, good meat and a good show, eating and watching, being treated like an honored guest.

  "If you don't cooperate, let them tie you up and throw you to the edge of the camp to help us keep watch."

  Shang Hong's words made all the men roll their eyes in unison. Such an obvious hint, who would be stupid enough to go against it?

  The man also felt that since he had been eliminated, there was no point in continuing to struggle, and after feeling depressed, he became calm. Moreover, Shang Hong's words filled him with strong curiosity, and he wanted to see how they would deal with others who were attracted by the cheers and laughter.

  "I've become your captive, do with me as you please. I'm a man of my word, I won't hold it against you or resort to the same tricks as you. Alright, don't waste any more time, treat me well."

  Everyone cheered and dispersed from top to bottom, emptying the space around him, but the angle surrounding him was still filled with vigilance.

  That person stood up, looked at their formation, and didn't say anything. He raised his hands and said: "Alright alright, no need to divert your attention for me, wherever I sit, arrange it properly and I definitely won't cause any trouble for you, the good show is about to start."

  Everyone heard him say that, and they all put away their haughty attitude to entertain him warmly. The fat boy ran to get a plate of sliced meat for him, and brought over a bottle of unopened white wine with great respect.

  "Please, big brother," he said, leading him to a spot where he could sit with his back against the tent. "Here you can eat and drink and watch, the angle is great and it won't disturb us, just keep watching with wide eyes."

  The man didn't say anything else, took the wine and casually checked the tight packaging, skillfully opened the bottle cap with his teeth, tilted his head back and gulped a few mouthfuls, let out a satisfied belch, and then sat down on the ground with a pleased expression, drinking and eating meat with great relish.

  Because of Sang Hong, they started playing jokes again. The thin man who had just made him gnash his teeth was now cross-dressing as a female lead singing Peking Opera. His voice was soft and charming, really smooth and fluent. His movements, actions, and stage presence were quite elegant, with a masterly air that couldn't be acquired in three to five years of practice.

  As soon as the music ended, thunderous applause erupted.

  Then came Laili and Fang Mingyuan's ethnic song and dance, Laili's voice burst out, everyone's sweat and eyes were refreshing, this guy obviously rode a fine horse galloping on the vast grassland, the sound was thick and far-reaching, with a trembling magnetic field, making people's hearts easily drunk.

  Two people sing and harmonize with each other, accompanied by rough movements, the original flavor makes people feel as if they are standing on the vast grassland.

  After their cheers and applause whistled to a stop, someone slowly clapped from the dark place: "Good good -"

  Ka ka ka - indeed another one has fallen into the net.

  Seven people were still in a state of shock, despite having expected it. Fang Mingyuan even turned around to glance at the guy leaning against the tent, drinking and eating meat.

  "Wow, big brother has arrived! Was it my singing that drew you in?" Laili raised an eyebrow and gave a cheerful greeting, her neat white teeth gleaming with delight.

  That person walked over with a steady pace, took off the black mask on his head, revealing a rough face covered with a half-face beard, and politely said to Laili:

  "Kung Sang (hello in Tibetan), Bom (little girl), it's been years since I've heard the local accent, can you sing another song with such a pure and authentic flavor for Gebo (brother)?"

  Lairui's eyes lit up when she heard this, and she fluently muttered a few sentences in Tibetan, getting familiar with the person. The person also spoke in Tibetan, but not as smoothly as her.

  Leyli understood that this might be someone who had been away from their hometown for too long, so she switched to Mandarin and said: "I'm just getting into the mood of singing. To show welcome, big brother, you sing a song, I'll sing along, as long as it's a folk song from the grasslands, I'll know it."

  She said as she invited him to sit down at the food, and the man didn't decline, smiling brightly as he thanked her.

  He pointed at Fang Mingyuan and said, "This kid is not bad, he must be a good wrestler. Young man, let's wrestle according to the rules of the grassland?"

  Fang Mingyuan had just finished wrestling with the first man who rushed in, although he took a break for a while, but his strength was obviously insufficient. Moreover, he knew that whoever dared to call him out like this must be an expert at wrestling.

  Although he doesn't talk much normally, he is also a rough but delicate person.

  Watching the fragrant roasted meat sizzling with oil, it's not worth putting aside such a good method and doing something that doesn't work out well. If those people press him again, he estimates that he will have nightmares tonight.

  He immediately shook his head and said:

  "Big brother, I'm really sorry, but this won't do. Normally, I'd be happy to accompany you, but tonight is no good. We've already played a round with everyone just now, and I'm not feeling up to it. However, since big brother has arrived, please take a seat, eat your fill, drink enough, rest for the night, and tomorrow we'll have another chance to compete."

  Lai Li accompanied Xiao with a bottle of wine and said: "Big brother, what song do you want to listen to? I'll sing it for you."

  The man with a goatee looked at the small bottle of wine handed over by her slender white hand, and suddenly smiled as he took it. He let her sing whatever she wanted, and sat down together with Zhang Wu and others who were yielding to each other's enthusiasm. The fat man had already brought over steaming hot meat slices, and Zhao Yibo smiled and put two more bottles of wine in front of him.

  As they watched him drink heavily and eat a lot of meat, everyone's heart suddenly became joyful.

  Laili suddenly became radiant, using all her skills to sing and dance. The crowd quickly went wild, and the originally simple and cheerful Laili also became lively and lovely. Her clear voice sang out the beautiful, pure thoughts and dreams of generation after generation of Tibetan girls.

  The fat boy brought over plate after plate of meat, the atmosphere was lively and exciting. At the height of the excitement, several boys went over to follow Fang Mingyuan's lead in doing flips and dancing to add to the fun, clearly enjoying themselves immensely.

  "What a lively scene! Fine wine and delicious food, joyful songs and laughter. I couldn't help but join in, I wonder if there's a place for me at this feast?"

  It was a low and unclear voice, but it was as if the sound of a violin had flowed in, filling every corner, and actually suppressed the laughter that filled the room.

  Everyone looked over in the direction of the sound, and a tall, burly man wearing a distinctive headgear strode towards them.

  These few people were suddenly shocked, how did you come again!

  The fat man cried with a sad face, because his barbecue was almost gone, and he lacked confidence in putting down another anesthetic guy.

  They all dispersed without a trace, casting their eyes on Sang Hong's body.

  As soon as the sound came from that voice, Xiang Hong suspected she was hallucinating. She focused her attention on the tall and majestic figure approaching step by step, a familiar sense of oppression making her whole body tense up.

  Is it him?

  How is it possible?

  Isn't it him?

  How come it's so familiar?

  She raised her hand and gestured for them to retreat, advancing forward herself, step by step. She carefully stared at the pair of bright, shining eyes revealed under the hood, searching for any familiar aura.

  The man's breath was calm and his footsteps were steady, getting closer and closer. The familiar scent was becoming thinner and thinner, and suddenly, it seemed as if there was no familiar scent at all.

  That extremely familiar feeling has long since dissipated, as if it were an instant illusion. It feels very unfamiliar and cold, even chilly when approached closely.

  The man walked up to her and stopped in front of her, saying in a low voice, "What? Not welcome?"

  Xiang Hong concealed her inner doubts and loss with a bright smile:

  "How can we not welcome you? However, since you are a guest, take off your hood and let us see the true face of Lushan. This hood is too terrifying and it's hard for people to feel close to you."

  As she spoke, she raised her hand to grab, since she couldn't dodge, she always thought that she should take the initiative.

  The people behind him looked at the situation and understood that they had to bring out their skills tonight. Zhao Yibo immediately shouted: "Brothers, get your equipment up!"

  Lai Li and Fang Mingyuan saw that the situation was not good, so they exchanged a glance, then lifted the bearded man with both hands and moved him towards Knife Scar Face, saying: "Big brother, this is a purely plant-based anesthetic, it won't harm your body much. You two lean against each other for a while, to avoid accidentally hurting yourselves."

  He couldn't help but smile wryly, his limbs numb and weak. He understood the way these people worked, and could only let them carry him away. The humiliation in his heart was unspeakable, and he could only regret that he had capsized in a ditch.

  The man wearing a hood let Sang Hong and others thoroughly witness what a real special soldier is.

  His fists and feet were unadorned, but every move was practical and effective. A group of people surrounded him, fighting, yet they couldn't get close to him, let alone hurt him.

  Lyle and Fang Mingyuan put away their lassos, went over to fight for a while, seeing that they couldn't get close, Lyle immediately beckoned to Fang Mingyuan, letting him retreat. He whispered two sentences, and the two flew to one side of the camp, using daggers to cut down several vines hanging from the big tree. Lyle went to replace Xiaozi, letting him tidy up the weapons.

  As expected, it wasn't long before Fang Mingyuan swung the lasso made of rattan and surrounded the man wearing a hood outside the circle.

  The man heard the sound of the wind, raised his hand and grabbed the fatty and threw it over. As soon as his arm grabbed the fatty, the fatty felt that it was clearly a steel claw with no power to resist.

  Fang Mingyuan's usual trick was spot on, and he couldn't see that the person in the circle had changed. He let out a loud roar and with one swift motion, he sent the fat guy flying into the air.

  Without Fatso's heavyweight punch, the man easily gained the upper hand. He kicked the remaining five people to the ground with a few swift kicks.

  Xiang Hong flipped over and sprang up, doing a sideways somersault and kicking towards the man.

  The man fell to the ground and rolled over, Sang Hong's body had already kicked empty and fallen, he hugged her and rolled around on the ground for a few laps.

  Xiang Hong grabbed a handful of leaves and sprinkled them on his face, the man couldn't help but laugh and said: "Are you students from a military school? You have the nerve to use such a sloppy move."

  Xiang Hong saw that he didn't even dodge, and only then did she realize that he had a hood on his face, and with one closed eye, he dodged past her. There was no need to raise his hand to block her attack.

  She angrily tightened his arm around her waist, where only the red mulberry allowed Song Shuyu's arm to be in such a humiliating posture, making her furious. She immediately kicked his leg with both feet, and with the force of the rebound, those feet actually kicked the man's chin.

  The man's arm relaxed, and his shoulder was suddenly subjected to her two feet, folding her body into a folded shape. Sang Hong let out a loud cry, bouncing out of his arm crook, and fell down in the middle of their crowd in the camp.

  Although defeated, Shang Hong did not give up. Before those people could react and grab her, she had already turned around and jumped back up.

  It hurts so much, it hurts so much, it hurts so much. Xiang Hong clenched her teeth and swallowed the tears welling up in her eyes, swallowing the low moans of pain that were about to escape from her mouth.

  Lai Li and others crowded around Sang Hong standing, a defeat is imminent!

  Everyone didn't know how this guy would deal with them, because they had just witnessed his skills, and compared to theirs, it wasn't just a little bit better.

  The man did not get angry, but instead patted his hands lightly and said repeatedly:

  "You little girl is too impatient, there are many ways to make someone take off their hood, you have enough patience for them, but why choose a way that makes me unbearable?"

  Everyone's eyes were rolling around in unison.

  Xiang Hong let out a sigh of relief and forced a smile that was even uglier than crying:

  "Haha, this is just a matter of time. Just now we were all in the same boat, with nothing to lose and no fear. Now that we have two captives and our manpower and resources are almost used up, you're only taking advantage of the situation."

  "Of course, without two brushes, you wouldn't dare to fight with so many of us. I admit that you are much more powerful than us. If your purpose for coming here tonight is not to provoke us, then please leave."

  The man's laughter grew louder: "You've made the scene so lively, I just wanted to join your party, it's easy to invite a god but hard to send him away, now that you've invited me, it won't be easy for me to leave."

  Xiang Hong's eyes lit up as soon as she heard his words and said: "So you're saying that after having some fun, you can leave?"

  The man nodded.

  "You promise not to wipe us all out in the end, and we might just go all out to make you happy."

  The red bean eyes turned around and started discussing conditions.

  The man pointed at her and said, "No need for everyone else, they've been singing and dancing all night, I'm tired of watching them too. Only you're not doing anything, which is obviously unfair. From now on, just you can do something to entertain me."

  Crimson is dumbfounded, leaning against something, Is there really someone who can take Heaven's place?

  She is the commander-in-chief's military strategist!

  She turned around looking for help, but those scoundrels all sat in their seats and started whistling loudly, cheering her on.

  Alas! Xiang Hong supported her forehead with one hand, thinking helplessly that she was no match for such a powerful person, and had just been beaten up, so how could she possibly have the energy to entertain him?!

  She bowed respectfully, yielding to him towards her own people, making eyes at Da Bao, watching as the man sat down among Zhao Yibo and the others, she very diligently bowed and said:

  "Thank you for your enthusiasm, tonight's finale - the magic show is about to begin. To avoid any of you thinking I'm cheating, please take out the deck of cards from your bags that you use to kill time and give me one at random."

  Her words had just fallen when there was a commotion below, followed by the sound of slapping, and seven boxes of playing cards were thrown into her hands along with their cases.

  Don't be so enthusiastic!

  Xiang Hong looked down on those people, not only did the other six people give her poker cards, but even that guy wearing a hood gave her poker cards.

  Xiang Hong performed a simple yet impressive magic trick, guessing cards.

  "Whatever points or big/small kings are in this deck of cards, you tell me how many you want and I can walk over to your side and deal all the cards with that number from both decks into your hands at once."

  "I don't believe it." The man in the suit didn't give him any face at all.

  Xiang Hong smiled at him with a hint of a smile, although the small face painted with oil paint could be compared to a ghost, but the proud eyes couldn't hide the brilliance.

  She smiled calmly: "Mr. Headgear, why don't we make a bet? If I'm wrong, you can have the right to choose a program you want to watch, and I won't go back on my word."

  "Good!" Laili and the others applauded happily, they didn't know why, but they had an inexplicable trust in Sang Hong, as if everything she did was well-planned and would never fail.

  Xiang Hong paused for a moment, then smiled and said: "However, Mr. Headgear, if I can give you all the cards you've pointed out in one go, won't you also be betting on some kind of jackpot?"

  Look at this, it's Sang Hong. He never gives up when he fails and looks for every opportunity to turn things around. And once he gets a chance, he'll take advantage of it and never forgets.

  "Alright, my surprise is... I can take off my headgear now, satisfying your and everyone's curiosity." The man with the headgear was very pleased.

  Xiang Hong secretly pouted, somewhat disappointed. How she wished that this guy would say that if she performed well, he would let them all off!

  However, her hopes were clearly in vain. She forced a smile and said with great enthusiasm:

  "Why does Mr. Hoodie have to cover his head? I'm guessing it's either because he's extremely ugly or extremely handsome, or else there's someone here who knows him, hehe, is everyone looking forward to seeing the true face of Lushan?"

  "Expectation —— Expectation ——"

  Listening to this enthusiastic voice, Sang Hong felt that these companions of hers were indeed the ace of cheerleading! What kind of cold scene could bring this group of people over, and it would definitely be boiling with joy without limits.

  Xiang Hong opened two boxes of playing cards one by one, took a rough look at them, and put the rest aside on the ground.

  Then she was seen holding a deck of poker cards in one hand, her fingers horizontally shuffling the cards with a uniform frequency, and stretching out to them to let them see clearly, only to see that those fingers were so agile that they didn't distinguish between left and right hands, the poker cards rustling and overlapping in sequence.

  Then she stood up straight, her two arms simultaneously exerting force upwards in a swing, the snow-white poker cards flying out like heavenly maidens scattering flowers, forming two extremely regular arcs, fluttering and flipping between her hands.

  She shuffled the cards with a flourish, watching with satisfaction as the faces drawn to the scattered cards, while adding a slightly exaggerated fake action of professional magicians, distracting everyone's attention and increasing their sense of wonder.

  Those people saw for the first time that a real person next to them could play cards with such skill, and they only saw Shang Hong's two small hands, her fingers exerting force, and those poker cards flying around obediently.

  Xiang Hong felt that she was born with the qualities of a gambler, and when it came to this deck of cards, as soon as she held them in her hands, that kind of confidence that controlled everything came back, and the depressed mood that had just been hit couldn't disturb her at all.

  At last she clasped her hands together, as if a queen had gathered her kingdom back into her lap.

  "Alright, now let's start. Whoever I stand in front of can say out the number they like. I'll stop and shoot directly into their hands. Four jacks, eight cards each from one to thirteen. Come on."

  Her hands patted and pressed against the springy poker cards that stretched out at will, carefree.

  Everyone was sweating, they watched with wide eyes as she shuffled the poker cards thoroughly, almost to the point of being out of order, how could they believe that she could suddenly pop out any card they needed at once?

  Finally, Zhao Yibo hesitated and spoke up: "I want number six."

  Xiang Hong stood firmly in front of him, her fingers exerting force, and the poker cards flew up again like magic. She calmly washed the cards a few times, then her fingers popped out one after another, and six cards flew into Zhao Yibo's hands, four on the left and two on the right.

  Everyone leaned forward excitedly to take a look, and Zhao Yibo also nervously unfolded the crumpled cards one by one. Then, everyone saw the eight sixes of black, red, plum blossom, and square, paired together.

  "Hurray!" Zhao Yibo suddenly cheered up, everyone jumped up and down, slapping each other's palms or hugging.

  "I want eight!" Lyle shouted, raising his hand.

  Xiang Hong stood still, shuffled the cards twice, and then accurately shot eight of them into her hand.

  Lai Li was overjoyed after counting them, and indeed there were eight, not one less.

  Everyone is smart and naturally knows how to reduce the pressure on Sang Hong, so the shouting voices come and go continuously. From their thinking, the more cards they play, the less work and difficulty Sang Hong will have when it's that man's turn, because if there are not many cards left, she can control it more easily.

  The man in the hoodie sat still, watching these young people make a lively scene, youth is really good, even under such pressure, they can still be excited, the psychological quality of these people is not ordinary, the teamwork spirit is also rare, no wonder some people are willing to take risks and be calculated, and yearn to get close to them, infecting some happy factors.

  "Can it be my turn now?" The hooded man politely reminded this group of people who were playing and forgetting everything, where was she trying to please him, obviously she was just having fun by herself!

  Xiang Hong waved her hand and chuckled: "Don't go crazy, have you forgotten our main character?"

  Everyone sat quietly, staring at the man with a hood, and for some reason, they felt more and more uneasy in their hearts.

  "Mr. Head, how many do you want?" Xiang Hong smiled sweetly, this was the least brain-consuming poker game she could play, let alone dealing eight cards of the same number together, she could close her eyes and re-divide all the cards into their original shape.

  "I want King, can you confirm eight for me?" The hooded man was also straightforward.

  Xiang Hong pursed her lips and smiled, casually washing two cards, then she used enough force with her fingers to shoot the K card towards the man's face.

  The hooded man didn't expect her to use her strength on the poker cards to attack him, and in his haste to dodge, he was grazed by a card that brushed against the tip of his finger. With a "whoosh", it sliced across his right cheek through the hood and landed on the grass behind him.

  Zhang Wu, who was standing beside him, immediately turned around and picked it up.

  The man in the hood raised an eyebrow, too busy to be surprised, his fingers quickly and forcefully continued, but Sang Hong's strength was suddenly strong and weak, teasing him until his teeth ached.

  "One, two, three, four, five, six, seven——" Everyone followed her movements excitedly counting the numbers, feeling victory in sight.

  Hehe, it's getting more and more bizarre, she actually still has such a trick up her sleeve.

  The man in the hood slightly curled his lips, the good show was about to end.

  However, Xiang Hong's triumphant face suddenly became somewhat stiff after she played out seven cards. Her fingers hesitated for a moment and then stopped in shock.

  "Eight... eight... Chapter Eight, Sang Hong, why didn't you continue?" Laili hastily ran over from the crowd to ask.

  "Sang Hong's face turned gloomy as he suddenly cursed: 'Damn it! What the hell is going on?'"

  She finished speaking and unbelievingly bowed her head, quickly placing the card in her left palm with her right hand, then fanning from left to right and again from right to left.

  Looking up at that man with a smug expression on his face, he couldn't help but rush to the man in the suit and say:

  "You must have hidden Old K long ago, you despicable person!"

  The man in the hood innocently spread his hands: "Can't say that, willing to gamble and admit defeat, heaven is helping me; my deck of cards had an old K hitting flies during the day, seven decks of cards were thrown into your hands at the same time, you can pick out my deck, it can only be said that your luck is not as good as mine."

  Xiang Hong was furious, the despicable person was indeed despicable, taking advantage of the chaos to throw it over, this guy's timing of throwing it over was probably also carefully planned, she too was caught off guard in a flash, and didn't remember which card was his, and was actually outsmarted, so depressing!

  With such a small probability, I'd rather give myself two slaps on the ears, how could I be so careless and lose Jingzhou!!!

  Xiang Hong couldn't suppress her gloomy mood, and having failed in her specialty made her feel even more unbearable.

  This guy is specifically tormenting her, so this show might not be easy to handle.

  He immediately hung his head and looked at the hateful headset man with a defeated expression, saying: "Alright, you win, I'll let you choose a program to have some fun."

  "Hmph - since you're not giving me any face, I won't be polite either." The guy's eyes scanned her figure critically, making Sang Hong feel like she was being stripped naked, and she lowered her head in shock, peeking at his eyes through the gap between her short hair.

  As expected, that guy looked down on her and brazenly gave her a thorough once-over before licking his lips and saying: "You've got a great figure, it's a pity you don't dance. Why don't you just dance a hula for everyone?"

  Xiang Hong clearly saw the bright and piercing light in his eyes, like a wolf's, and suddenly thought of such a light, which she had only seen in Song Shu Yu's eyes.

  Moreover, her current appearance is really not commendable. How could a strange man possibly tease her like this? Laili looked at her figure and thought that even if she was a sexpot, it's not certain that he would take a liking to this little bean sprout.

  This guy hid too deeply and scared her enough!

  Xiang Hong also started secretly grinding her teeth, looking at you to see how long you can endure.

  The man said, looking at her without a word, his mouth seemingly smiling slyly as he bent down to pick up the hat made of branches they had discarded on the ground during the day to use as cover, quickly pulled it open with his fingers, and after comparing it to her, hung it on one finger and handed it to her, looking at her small waist:

  "This should fit you, is that expression saying you can't jump?"

  Xiang Hong caught his eye and didn't stretch out her hand, but instead leaned in close to him, slightly twisting her hips twice, hinting for him to help her put it on.

  Don't mess with me, I'll kill you!

  Xiang Hong increasingly felt that he might be Song Shuyu's two-faced man, and her cells were excited to the point of joyful jumping. She began to flirt with him in a sly and cunning manner.

  The man in the hoodie was apparently shocked by her extremely suggestive and provocative attitude, stunned for a moment, looking at her with an astonished expression.

  It must be him, he would never make overly intimate moves with her in public, and only a man as vain as him would be distracted by such good fortune.

  She batted her eyelashes at him, a move she had practiced for a long time, and gave him a coy glance. "I really haven't seen a grass skirt dance before," she said with feigned shyness. "How do you do it? Or would you like to teach me? We could do it together, hmm?"

  Her eyebrows slightly raised, the tail of that "hmm" sound was dragged out a bit, and she leaned in very close to him, with a flirtatious and ambiguous expression.

  The sparkle in the eyes of the hooded man was even more dazzling, he pursed his lips and seemed to swallow a mouthful of saliva, then squatted down and said: "Alright, let's jump together, I'll help you put it on first, okay?"

  Lairi and the others' eyes widened, this interaction between the two seemed to have a strange atmosphere that was hard to describe. As they watched, Sang Hong's body was completely unguarded against the hooded man, who was indeed holding a grass skirt and crouching down to tie it around Sang Hong's waist!

  Everyone was stunned - this guy actually flirted with their leader right in front of them, and what's more, the guy being flirted with seemed to be enjoying it.

  Lai Li couldn't take it anymore, she squeezed over and was about to speak when Sang Hong sensed the commotion, without lifting her head, she put her hand behind her back and waved at them, signaling them not to interrupt.

  He took the grass skirt and went to tie it around Sang Hong's waist, apparently, he seemed a bit nervous too, his movements were full of vigilance, his big hand slowly approached, and was about to touch Sang Hong's small waist.

  "My god, it's over! There really are people who'd rather die under a dog's tail grass and become a romantic ghost!" The man with the goatee, who had been calculated by food, was unable to move his body, but his mouth wasn't idle.

  He was delighted to see the hooded man beat these unscrupulous guys, but as he watched the situation take a sharp turn for the worse, he couldn't help but laugh and cry at the same time. Was this kind of beauty really worth turning one's life upside down?

  How shameless, it's even more convincing when spread around than him being framed by someone drugging him.

  Couldn't help but remind at once.

  As expected, as soon as he finished speaking, Xiang Hong suddenly ducked down and spun around, delivering a perfectly executed elbow strike that shot towards the suited man's neck.

  That speed and strength, just looking at the grass skin kicked up by Sang Hong on the ground, everyone who saw it wanted to cover their eyes.

  Shang Hong's move had only worked once on Song Shuyu at the very beginning, and after that, she couldn't land a hit on him; but as for others, countless people had fallen to this elbow strike.

  That guy smiled secretly as if it was expected, easily raised his hand to avoid her, took advantage of the momentum to pinch her small waist, and hugged her in place for two full circles before dissolving that force.

  "This is just standing firm: 'So lacking in sincerity.'"

  He whispered in her ear, and at the same time blew a breath against San Hong's earlobe, looking at her sensitive earlobe suddenly flushed with enticing pink, licking his lips contentedly. Actually, he wanted to kiss her even more, but that kind of action didn't seem quite suitable for this occasion.

  He sighed and reluctantly put her down on the ground.

  The whispering voice was so familiar that it made Sang Hong want to scream with joy.

  Xiang Hong smiled and took advantage of the situation to hug his headgear, tiptoed, and forcefully kissed his face with exaggerated movements, making everyone around him flash a circle of white teeth. "Wow!" The sound of surprise echoed back and forth.

  She was satisfied with watching the man in the headgear being struck by that intimate kiss and becoming numb all over.

  Xiang Hong took two steps back, and with the elegance of a performer taking their final bow, she crossed one leg over the other in a subtle curve, and made a gracious curtsy to him, saying:

  "Thank you again, Mr. Hood, for sparing my life."

  Then she glanced around with bright eyes, finally falling on the tall and majestic helmeted man in front of her, loudly throwing out the last grenade that made the enemy abandon their armor, saying:

  "I think the grass skirt dance is boring, and I don't know how to do it either. To show my sincerity in admitting defeat, and also this cool brother's magnanimity, I've decided that if we're going to play, let's go big - Lailai will sing with music accompaniment, and I'll give everyone a striptease dance!"

  The whole room was shocked, and everyone thought that Sang Hong's brain had gone crazy?

  The men were shocked and stared with wide eyes, while the boys were both surprised and delighted: striptease? To what extent? What's the purpose?

  Lai Li was stunned. Where could she still sing? Pushed by Fang Mingyuan, she hesitated and opened her mouth: "Sang Hong you really - really -?"

  Xiang Hong nodded at her and said with a grin, "Go ahead and sing. Tonight, I'm in the mood, so let everyone's eyes be opened and see what a real striptease looks like."

  Lai Li hesitantly opened his throat: "On that eastern mountain..."

  Only to see Xiang Hong's arms stretched out in a lovely pose, then only to see her arm crook, fingers pinching the zipper at the base of her neck, zip zip, and pull it all the way down to the bottom of her top. Everyone felt that in the sudden darkness, the dark clothes split open from the middle, and suddenly a white flower-like patch appeared before their eyes.

  All of a sudden, a black shadow flashed by, and the man in the suit had already pounced over and was tightly hugging her face to face.

  "Ah!" Sang Hong let out a sharp cry, but before she could finish shouting "How dare you!", the man in black had already torn off his mask, revealing a handsome face contorted in shock and anger.

  Who is it if not Song Shuyu?

  He gnashed his teeth and viciously said to Sang Hong:

  "You've become quite bold, daring to perform a striptease in public! You can't even see people's faces clearly, yet you're swaying your hips and flirting with them, how brazen!"

  He had barely finished speaking when he was knocked down by a punch from Sang Hong, who was laughing and giggling. Sang Hong was pressed against his body, still chuckling, while Song Shuyu pretended to resist for a moment before focusing on helping her zip up her jacket to prevent her from exposing herself, not having the heart to dodge anymore.

  Everyone rushed up in a flurry, and Song Shuyu raised his hand, easily surrendering. "I surrender, I surrender," he said.

  Xiang Hong stood up triumphantly and pulled out the earpiece from his ear, tossing it to Xiaozi: "Tell the supervisor, let him get out of here."

  After finishing speaking, she patted her clothes, adjusted the upper garment that Song Shuyu had zipped up for her to make herself comfortable, and pulled the zipper all the way up to her chin. Only then did she smile at Song Shuyu and say:

  "Come on, am I a fool? Who's like you, going out in the open, while I'm wearing a pure white undershirt to absorb sweat inside, haha, and you fell for it, we shouldn't have even bothered fighting with you."

  Song Shuwei certainly knew he had been deceived, but he was very happy in his heart. This girl really had a lot of tricks up her sleeve, and he didn't even know how she recognized him. He hadn't dared to use any of the tactics that had worked for him before, afraid that she would see through them. He had even disguised his voice and the way he walked.