Chapter 116: The Poisoned Rose

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Seeing the noble youth across from him smile faintly, while the bald man fixed a murderous glare on him, Xiao Liu felt extremely uneasy, as if a sharp thorn were pressing against his back. He silently guarded himself and forced a smile, saying, "Alright, ask your question."

"I want to know if Long Fei lives in the innermost room," the woman said with a hint of seduction in her eyes and a playful smile.

Xiao Liu frowned. "I don't know any Long Fei. I think you must have come to the wrong place."

"Oh, really?" The woman seemed completely unfazed.

The bald man stepped forward and struck like lightning. Xiao Liu reacted swiftly, barely dodging the punch. Unfortunately, before he could recover, the bald man grabbed his neck tightly, pressing him against the wall. His right hand held a dagger at Xiao Liu’s throat.

Cold sweat broke out on Xiao Liu’s vest. A wave of despair washed over him. He had always believed that being favored by Ye Wentian proved his strength, but after being beaten by Long Fei and now confronted by this fat man, his spirits plummeted—and it seemed his life was in danger.

He dared not move, knowing that any slight movement would prompt the fat man to slash his throat without hesitation. Resigned to fate, he closed his eyes.

"Alright, Jack, let him go," the woman said sweetly as she approached Xiao Liu and gently ran her jade-white fingers over his lips.

Jack frowned. "Jenny, you wouldn’t be interested in him, would you? Oh, my! Look at his frail frame—it seems impossible he could satisfy you. Let me kill him, okay? I’ll slit his throat and watch the blood spurt. That would surely bring you pleasure, you understand, right?"

"Jack, you’d better let him go. I’m really worried about when you’ll anger Jenny. Then she’ll dance all night in front of you and feed you a bottle of poison while watching you slowly perish from torment. I believe it," said the elegantly dressed nobleman Sid with a smile. Yet Xiao Liu suddenly felt this man was not to be trifled with; behind that smile might lie a hidden blade.

"Oh, Sid, you’re right. Screw that—I don’t want to see her dance any damn dance; it would drive me mad, and I’m not ready to die yet. Alright, kid, you’re lucky Jenny is speaking for you, but remember, Jenny’s our boss. If she asks you anything, you better tell the truth. Otherwise, I really will slit your throat, okay?" The bald man threw Xiao Liu to the ground, licked the blade, and his eyes gleamed with killing intent.

Xiao Liu scrambled up, terrified. He suddenly recalled a legend about a legendary assassin trio—one woman and two men. Though he didn’t know their names, he remembered that the leader was a strikingly beautiful and seductive woman who loved to bring her prey home, feed them copious amounts of poison, then dance erotically before watching them suffocate or be tortured to death. She never harmed female victims, a rule she strictly followed. Her two companions, including one from the Seymour family of Britain, were ruthless killers who spared no one, regardless of age or gender, and completed every mission without mercy.

"Oh, Sid, Jack, let me reiterate: I’ve never been interested in men—except him. I’ve said this more than once, so don’t joke about me being attracted to any man. Men are filthy to me, which is why I enjoy watching them slowly die in front of me—that gives me immense pleasure, hmm! If you don’t want to be my next target or break away to start your own business, you’d better not joke like that. It’s not funny at all! Besides, since he came along, I no longer dance in front of others because he doesn’t like it," Jenny shrugged and frowned.

"Alright, my bad. I apologize!" Sid shrugged.

Jack spread his hands, silent.

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Turning to look at Xiao Liu, Jenny shook her head and suddenly laughed. “Oh, handsome, I admit you’re rather good-looking, but I have no interest in you. Fine, since you don’t want to talk, I won’t force you. You may leave now!”

Xiao Liu felt as if pardoned. His tense heart finally settled. Having identified their background, he dared not say a word, quickly thanked them, and slipped into the elevator. When it reached the first floor, he wiped his sweat and called Long Fei to report the situation. He had no idea how this killer organization known as the "Poison Rose" knew Long Fei lived here, nor what connection Long Fei had with them.

So, he called Ye Wentian as well. Yet to his great puzzlement, he expected gratitude or praise for this important intelligence, but both Ye Wentian and Long Fei responded with a mere nonchalant "oh."

Jenny approached Long Fei’s door and opened the presidential suite opposite. Seeing Jack and Sid enter, she leaned against the doorframe with a smile. “Dear Mr. Sid, and Jack, I’m off to see my old lover now. I think you can have a good sleep. Remember, we have that gambling event tonight, okay?”

The two shrugged and agreed. Jenny closed the door, adjusted her attire, pulling down the neckline of her already seductive blouse until her ample curves were nearly exposed, then knocked on Long Fei's door.

When Long Fei opened it and saw Jenny, his eyes lit up. Laughing heartily, he said, “Your information is always so reliable. What, you missed me again?”

Jenny kicked the door shut and threw her arms around Long Fei’s neck, pressing her generous bust against his chest. Gazing into his eyes, she smiled seductively. “Darling, you know I think about you all the time, everywhere. And you know, in this world, there’s only one man who makes me long for him every day. That man isn’t my dead father—he died when I was three—so that man is you!”

Leaning back slightly, Long Fei tapped her enticing lips with a finger and chuckled, “I can’t believe the infamous Poison Rose leader is actually a virgin. If that got out, no one would believe it. Haha. And I’m sure you haven’t had surgery. But tell me, why did you come to Japan? Don’t tell me you’re here to seize something on someone’s orders?”

“Half of it is that. The other half is because of you, darling. I’ve decided that regardless of this mission’s success, I won’t stay in America. I want to remain in China because I’ve fallen deeply in love with you and can’t live without you. How about that?” Jenny’s thigh was already winding around Long Fei’s body.

“You said you’d obey me in everything, right?” Long Fei kissed Jenny and lifted her up. It seemed a passionate session was about to begin before heading out. But Long Fei wasn’t about to act like a gentleman now. They were no strangers; after all, they were like an old married couple. No point in shyness—better to get down to business.

Jenny’s cheeks flushed, her body warming. With a charming smile, she said, “Alright, I’ll listen to you, but you have to satisfy me first—like last time, conquer me fiercely! You know I love it that way!”

“You know I never disappoint you!” Long Fei’s body responded as well.

The seaside hotel’s restaurant was nice—not the antique style Long Fei preferred, but filled with another kind of fashionable charm. Through the glass walls, one could see the nearby beach, so despite the many diners, the atmosphere was never oppressive.

Ise City was a famous Japanese tourist spot, attracting not only locals visiting the Ise Shrine to worship Amaterasu but also tourists worldwide. Thus, the seaside hotel offered not only Japanese cuisine but many world-renowned dishes. Among China’s eight great culinary traditions, at least five were represented.

Long Fei ordered several hometown appetizers and a bottle of 1982 Lafite. Since Ye Wentian was paying, Long Fei needn’t be frugal. Besides, he wasn’t short of money; drinking a five-figure-priced wine didn’t feel extravagant.

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The hotel’s chefs were truly skilled. Even Long Fei, who was notoriously demanding about flavor, had to nod in approval. Though the dishes didn’t quite reach his personal standard, even in China, chefs worthy of his praise were rare.

Jenny, radiant after her ordeal with Long Fei, still wore the glow of passion on her face. Sitting beside Long Fei, she fixed her gaze on him. Jack and Sid could only shake their heads in silent sighs.

Sid, a true British noble, and Jack, a former underground boxing champion from America, had been with Jenny for many years. They chose her not only because of her intelligence and unparalleled marksmanship but also for her fatal feminine charm. Yet, over the years, they understood her deeply. No matter how wild she seemed publicly, at her core, she was extremely conservative. Probably only they believed Jenny was outwardly seductive but inwardly pure before meeting Long Fei.

Still, they dared not show disrespect to Long Fei. They had witnessed his skills firsthand. When Jenny pledged allegiance to Long Fei, they were initially reluctant but were soundly defeated by his thunderous strike. Sid’s swordsmanship was elusive and brilliant—truly a master. Jack had undergone five years of brutal training at the World Hunter School after leaving the black-market fighting ring. Yet, even together, they couldn’t hold out against Long Fei for a minute.

Therefore, they truly respected and feared Long Fei. They would rather face the legendary King of Assassins than oppose Long Fei. Though the King’s legend was mystical, they had no direct experience—so there was still hope. But Long Fei? They had firsthand experience and no chance of winning.

To please her beloved, Jenny insisted on eating the Sichuan dishes Long Fei ordered. Though she never ate spicy food, she soon flushed bright red from the heat, adding a touch of coquettish charm that amused and moved Long Fei. Women really were crazy creatures; after falling in love, they’d try many new things—like the chili at the dinner table and the intense pleasures in bed.

Jack and Sid admired this Eastern man but didn’t join Jenny in her wildness, each ordering their favorite dishes.

Long Fei glanced at Sid and said with a smile, “Mr. Sid, I heard your family is currently favored. You, the first heir of your noble house, have abandoned nobility to become an assassin. Have you ever worried that one day, if something goes wrong, you’ll meet God too soon? That would be unfair, wouldn’t it? You didn’t have to live this way, right?”

Sid smiled lightly, raised his glass elegantly, and took a sip. “Yes, you’re absolutely right. I don’t have to live as an assassin, but I think this life has meaning, doesn’t it? Every day I dance with death—it’s thrilling, hmm!”

“I suppose you have other reasons?” Long Fei glanced at Jenny with a half-smile.

Sid was unsurprised and shrugged. “Oh, I can’t lie to the man I admire most. I really like Jenny, and that’s a major reason I continue this assassin’s life. I’ve never denied it, and I think Jenny knows. But don’t worry, I’ve given up any fantasies about her. I love this crazy life, but I don’t want Jenny to ruin me. By the way, you Chinese have eunuchs, right? I don’t want to be one. You know, besides Jenny, I have many women to enjoy!”

Long Fei chuckled, leaning closer. “I heard Jenny loves playing a game where she makes a man drink strong liquor and watches him slowly die. Is that true?”

“Of course. And before he dies, she likes to blast his genitals into a bloody mess with a single shot!” Sid’s face momentarily showed a shudder.