Just as I thought this, I noticed a pool of blood beneath the iron bucket, and it was growing larger and larger. Wow! Highlight him! Danger! "Hah! Hah! Hah! What's the big deal about Highlight? No matter how good he is, he can't match the power of my bullets!" The green-haired and yellow-haired man laughed proudly, immediately opening up a furious barrage of shots at the iron bucket. The dense stream of bullets turned the bucket into a honeycomb, and the blood beneath it flowed like a river. A sharp cry of pain—"Ah!"—echoed, after which the bucket stopped rolling. "He's dead! Hah! He's dead!" The black ghost, the green-haired man, and the yellow-haired man all burst into laughter. With Highlight dead, the timed bomb being used on a beautiful woman was a real pity. The black ghost wanted Dong Jiao—the woman—because, recently, she had appeared on the cover of several celebrity magazines, even in a simple, fresh-faced appearance, yet she had stirred the nerves of countless men. Men simply can't help wanting her. If he could have a good time with such a stunning woman, he'd die happy—windy and fulfilled. Black Ghost naturally didn't want Dong Jiao to be done right away, but there was a definite advantage to this time bomb—satisfying the thrill of a surprise attack was sheer pleasure. And the strong psychological pressure he could exert on the beautiful woman was equally exhilarating! "Stay still! Obey me! As long as you yield to me, I'll keep this bomb from exploding. But if you don't satisfy me, you'll die without a proper burial!" Black Ghost gazed at Dong Jiao's enticing, full breasts with a sultry intensity. Human chestware—youthful human chestware—and even more so, the chestware of a truly exceptional beauty—his hands found it hard to stay still, beginning to drift toward her, eager to give her a firm, passionate touch. At the same time, his own member had risen proudly. Earlier, when the bulge in his groin had broken through, he'd simply treated it with a simple solution and wrapped it up, treating it as a minor matter. But now, seeing such a stunning beauty, his lower member was rising with unstoppable determination. To have a passionate encounter with this woman right now would be far more exhilarating than those two hundred million yuan in cash! Black Ghost had never seen such intensity of color before—Dong Qiao was genuinely startled, this was the most vivid gaze she had ever encountered. It felt as though the very essence of her being was being wildly defiled. In fact, Dong Qiao hadn’t realized it herself—she had become so beautiful. Though at Hansha No.1 High School, Zhang Yuping was widely recognized as the school’s top beauty, and Dong Qiao was merely the second bloom among the radiant flowers, after achieving outstanding academic results and being admitted to Jingdu City’s Media University—renowned for its film program—she had undergone rigorous fitness and wellness training, transforming into an exceptionally beautiful woman. Her beauty was on par with Zhang Yuping’s, yet it was a natural, authentic grace, free from the artificial enhancements common among Korean girls. Dong Jiao cried out in despair, but the black ghost smiled lasciviously and proudly said, "I've already slept with ninety-nine women—you're the next one..." "Bang!" As the gunshot echoed, the black ghost fell before he could finish his sentence. Dong Jiao, filled with utter despair and shock, saw that beside the iron barrel, now splintered into a honeycomb pattern, Gao Liang had stepped out, blood streaking his face, his right hand gripping the gun, still smoking at the muzzle. "Wah! Husband! You're alive!" Before Dong Jiao could rejoice, the green-haired woman aimed her gun at her own head, while the yellow-haired one pointed it directly at Gao Liang's. "You're acting all dramatic! You're not dead, are you?" the yellow-haired woman scoffed. Gao Liang remained calm, kicked the broken iron barrel toward her, and the yellow-haired woman stumbled, her balance wobbling, nearly falling. The yellow-haired woman pulled the trigger, and Dong Jiao quickly pleaded, "Don't!" But the gunshot still rang out. Wah! Husband, you can't go! Dong Jiao whispered this in her The sorrowful voice made her tears flow uncontrollably. Yet, unintentionally, when she opened her eyes filled with despair, she witnessed something utterly unbelievable—the one who had been glowing was falling, not the one with the yellow hair. "He has no bullets! Haha! Wife!" High-light's voice surprised Dong Jiao. But the green-haired man kept his pistol firmly aimed at Dong Jiao, saying, "I'm going to send you to the afterlife! Our leader wouldn't have sacrificed himself so quickly if it weren't for you. I want one life for every life you give me!" "Bright-brother, please hurry! Don't worry about me!" Dong Jiao didn't fear. At this moment, High-light had already given so much—through shared life and death—and no longer felt afraid. As the green-haired man bit down on his teeth and pulled the trigger, High-light moved swiftly. A swarm of bees flew in. With a gentle curve at the corner of his mouth, High-light quietly gathered his inner strength, releasing the unique wind control power he had been holding in reserve. "I am the Wind! I am the Wind Control!" "Highlight roared, thrusting both palms forward. Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—three pale blue gust blades surged toward the yellow bee. The yellow bee was struck by the wind and was forced to stumble forward. Highlight had now mastered the control of wind energy, and under its precise guidance, the yellow bee surged straight toward the green-haired one. 'Ah! Wow! My goodness!' the green-haired one cried out in agony—ten or more yellow bees had stung him fiercely on his forehead, cheeks, ears, and neck, their stingers piercing deeply. Immediately, large, swollen welts bloomed across his body, appearing alarming. Meanwhile, Dong Jiao remained completely unharmed. The green-haired one dropped his gun and collapsed to the ground with a heavy thud. Yet the story far from ended—it had become exceptionally perilous. Dong Jiao's chest held a time bomb, emitting a terrifying series of beeps, as if counting down. It was imperative to remove this spectral time bomb. 'Boss!' Eight trucks have safely arrived on shore, and Mr. Qiao also wants you to go out immediately! Mr. Qiao said, "Longfeng Hall isn't complete without a second-in-command!" The three close friends outside are shouting this over a loudspeaker. "Everyone! Get on shore! Get as far away as you can!" High Liang shouted loudly, because, at this moment, if his assessment was correct, the bomb would explode in just 30 seconds. "Husband! Don't worry about me! You're more important than I am! Please! Don't leave me! I don't want to burden anyone!" Dong Jiao pleaded with High Liang in a near-appealing tone. Yet High Liang pulled her close into his arms and firmly said, "Even if we die, we have to..." "No, you still have Yu Ping and Yuting! They can't live without you!" How considerate Dong Jiao was! This young lady of noble birth had absolutely no trace of a lady's airs—such a quality truly impressed High Liang. Now, to fight for a woman like this, even if I die, I have no regrets. "My love, before I die, I want you to kiss me!" Dong Jiao said warmly. Gao Huang immediately kissed Dong Jiao with passionate lips.