Soul Patch

Chapter 229 Mysterious Woman
He felt a burning sensation rise from his stomach, the heat quickly coursing through his body. He ripped open his shirt buttons, his throat parched. He swallowed hard, opened his mouth, and murmured, "Water, water..."

The intense physical discomfort made him lose the will to sleep, and he opened his eyes and looked around the room.

Before him was a gauze curtain, its shadows cast by the dim wall lamp, resembling the skirt of a young woman, sometimes lifted, sometimes fallen, dazzling the eye.

Feeling dizzy and nauseous, he had to close his eyes and shake his head, which only made him feel even dizzier.

Something seemed to be driving his primal instincts within him, and the surging blood in his veins made him increasingly uncomfortable.

He sat up abruptly, ignoring his splitting headache, and staggered to the bathroom, where he turned on the shower.

The icy tap water drenched him thoroughly, the cold water constantly splashing against his head, cheeks, and body... In no time, he was soaked to the bone.

It made him feel much better. Looking at himself, who was soaked to the bone, he couldn't help but wonder: What's wrong with me?
When he looked up, he saw a person standing in the doorway of the room.

A woman, a woman who cannot be simply described as beautiful, was wearing a flight attendant uniform, with a scarf, stockings, and heels.

What's attractive about her isn't her looks or her outfit, although her appearance is certainly striking and she'd definitely turn heads on the street.

But what's most attractive about her isn't those things, but the sense of mystery that emanates from within.

This sense of mystery possesses a fatal allure, drawing people in without them realizing it, making them want to get closer and explore the mystery.

Take another look at the room, next to the bed, next to the bay window, the double bathtub, and next to the bathtub, the small stage and metal poles.

Even if he had never been here before, he could guess where this place was.

Wenjie tilted his head back to let the showerhead spray directly onto his face, then fiercely suppressed the restlessness within him, quickly left the bathroom, and prepared to storm out.

But at that moment, the mysterious "flight attendant" woman moved gracefully and blocked the door.

He raised his face and looked at Wenjie defiantly.

"Let me out!" Wenjie said coldly, leaning against the wall with one hand.

His breath, tinged with the smell of alcohol, sprayed onto the flight attendant's face. The woman, who was only a step away from him, blinked slightly, her long eyelashes captivating like a brush.

Beneath her eyelashes were a pair of beautiful eyes, long and alluring, as if they could see right through you.

"Okay, leave your life behind!" The flight attendant lifted her short skirt and reached for the dagger hidden at the base of her stockings.

But just as her hand touched the dagger, Wenjie forcefully pressed her hand down with his strong hand.

The woman glanced down at the location of Wenjie's hand, then gave a suggestive hum and said, "What's the rush?"

Wenjie's hand touched the hilt of the dagger, which was still warm from his body.

A nerve in his brain suddenly tightened, he took a deep breath, mustered all his strength, and bent his knee to strike the woman's abdomen twice.

The woman's face twitched, and after a brief expression of pain, a long, ferocious smile appeared.

"Why aren't you dead yet!" she screamed, and with her other hand hidden behind her back, she pulled out a dagger from her short skirt and stabbed at Wenjie violently.

Wenjie stepped back, dodging left and right, avoiding the woman's repeated attacks with her blade.

The woman laughed loudly, pulled her hair back, and swung her arm so hard that she tore a hole in the neckline of her thin top.

She simply ripped off her coat, leaving herself only in her undershirt as she continued brandishing the dagger.

Her offensive was fierce, temporarily forcing Wenjie back to a few meters away from the door.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, she pulled out a dagger from her stockings. With the double blade in hand, she moved her arms up, down, left, and right in unison, and for a moment, the dim room was filled with the cold glint of the blade. Wenjie suddenly yanked the bed sheet up, and "rip, rip, rip," the woman slashed several times, leaving cuts.

After the woman jumped out of the sheets, she found that Wenjie had already taken the steel pipe from the small stage into his hand.

These things are just for show. Wenjie kicked the small stage and the metal pipe connection open with one stomp. He breathed on the steel pipe in his hand, quite satisfied with the power of the attack.

Having this is much better than being empty-handed.

He picked up the bottled water from the bedside table, took a sip, and then poured the rest of the water over his head.

While he was drinking water, the woman picked up a strangely shaped chair and threw it at him.

Wenjie swung the steel pipe with one hand, and the chair was smashed apart in mid-air.

After finishing his water, he threw the mineral water bottle aside and vigorously swung the steel pipe in his hand, which made a "whoosh, whoosh, whoosh" sound as it cut through the air.

The woman was forced to retreat step by step and soon reached the doorway of the room.

Wenjie kicked the dagger out of the woman's hand with two quick kicks. He held the steel pipe to her neck and asked sharply, "Why are you trying to kill me?"

The woman tilted her head to the side, adopting a submissive posture.

Wenjie tilted his head to the side, forcing the woman to look him in the eye, and said fiercely, "Get out of my way!"

The woman stepped aside, clearing the doorway.

Wenjie quickly turned the doorknob, but the door didn't budge. He said to the woman, "Open the hidden lock."

"It's no use, it's locked from the outside."

"Who sent you? Why are you trying to kill me?" Wenjie slapped his head, the passion that had just been cooled by the water reigniting within him.

It slowly eroded his reason.

Wenjie seemed to have thought of something again. He braced himself against the wall, gritting his teeth, and said, "You drugged me?"

The woman looked slightly puzzled, but then quickly reverted to her usual nonchalant attitude.

Wenjie felt like he was about to explode. He kicked the door hard. The door only flickered and didn't open.

Just then, the door opened, and two men stood in the doorway. The man in the lead straightened the backpack slung over his arm.

He had a hidden camera in his backpack; he was a reporter sent by Wang Hui to secretly film the young master of the Wen family's romantic affairs.

Hearing a series of clattering noises coming from inside the house, they assumed that Young Master Wen and his beautiful wife had been engaged in intimate acts for some time. They figured that barging in now would surely allow them to capture some steamy and exciting scenes.

Unexpectedly, the two reporters made eye contact with a man and a woman at the door for a moment, and both were stunned.

what's the situation?
How did the two people inside the house end up fighting to the death?

The lead reporter, however, seemed to have more experience. He hurriedly held up his room key and asked, "Excuse me, is this room 805?"

His companion chimed in, "Wrong, wrong, this is room 806. The front desk must have just mixed up the room key cards."

Wenjie ignored the two men's act and, with a gloomy face, snatched the key card from the man in front of him and strode outside.

The three people were left looking at each other in bewilderment. The reporter in the lead kept muttering to the mysterious woman in the room, "The receptionist made a mistake with the access card, that..."

(End of this chapter)