Seeing that scene unfold, Zhao Yiming's blood boiled.
A gang of thugs was mercilessly beating down an old couple—helpless and bleeding, the wife screaming for them to stop. A bunch of cowards, only brave when preying on the weak!
It felt all too familiar.
Like watching a distorted mirror of himself when he was still Lao Chen. Feeling powerless, humiliated, and resentful.
He stepped forward, fists clenched, ready to jump in—until a familiar voice cut through the noise:
"What the hell are scumbags from Golden Earth doing here?!"
All eyes turned.
A striking woman strode into the scene, wearing a black inner shirt and a black leather jacket like a war banner.
It was Luo Yanyu. Her short blonde hair flowed gently by the wind as her red eyes glared at the thugs.
In her hand, a metal bat gleamed under the afternoon sun. Behind her stood two men with even more eye-catching appearances.
"Leader Luo is right! This is Black Orchid territory! Get the hell out of here!" the bald one barked. It was Li Daijin, unmistakable with his intimidating build.
The thugs snarled.
"This ain't your damn business, fuckers! Get lost before we rearrange your faces!"
One of them stepped forward—his tribal face tattoo made even Daijin and Zhang Chuan hesitate.
But Luo Yanyu didn't flinch. Her eyes were locked on the bloodied old man, her hands trembling with fury.
She muttered, low and dangerous, "Hurting the weak... you bastards..."
Her grip on the bat tightened. "Come here, and I'll kill every last one of you."
She lunged forward, swinging the bat with brutal force. The thugs instinctively backed off—until one managed to catch the bat mid-swing, yanked it from her grasp, and hurled it.
CRASH!
The bat shattered a storefront window.
Now Luo Yanyu stood defenseless with five thugs with no weapon. But still, she wouldn't back down, it was the other way around, she smirked, her eyes gleaming dangerously.
Zhao Yiming's system flared to life just as he took a step forward:
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[DING!]
[New Quest Triggered: Overpowered Couple!]
[Objective: Help Luo Yanyu defeat the thugs... romantically.]
Easy Mode – "I'll cover you!"
(Fight clean and efficient. Be her reliable shield like a proper gentleman.)
[Success Rate: 100%]
Medium Mode – "You got my back, gorgeous?"
(Trade flirty banter while throwing punches. Compliments fly as fast as fists.)
[Success Rate: 70%]
Hard Mode – "Dance of Passionate Flames!"
(Fight in perfect, sensual sync—flirt, tease, whisper, grope... until Yanyu is flushed and aroused mid-battle!)
[Success Rate: 40%]
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Zhao Yiming blinked. 'Thank Heaven. At least this one's not straight-up degenerate like the last one..'.
But his sigh of relief was short-lived.
One of the thugs charged at Luo Yanyu.
She slammed her fist into his gut, making him stumble—but another grabbed her arm, yanking her back. A third thug raised a fist, aiming for her face.
She was outnumbered, disarmed, and cornered.
Shit. Zhao Yiming cracked his knuckles.
"Alright, let's make this a duet then, Luo Yanyu."
Luo Yanyu looked behind her, startled, just in time to see a familiar face catch the thug's wrist mid-punch—twisting it just enough to make the man scream—then used the momentum to spin forward.
His body glided like a dancer's. He twirled behind her, placing a hand firmly on her waist.
"Let's dance, my Rose Queen," he whispered against her ear, cringing inwardly.
'This wasn't what I wanted to say—damn system!'
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[You put your hands on Luo Yanyu's waist!]
[Choose what you want to say carefully!]
> Let's dance, my Rose Queen.
> Your slim waist is enough to make everyone horny just looking at you! Let's show our power as an overpowered couple for the world to see!
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He chose the least cringey one.
She flinched. "Wha—?"
But his grip steadied on her hand and waist, his tone low and intoxicating in her ear, making her whole body shiver as a blush crept onto her cheeks.
"Don't think. Just follow my lead."
Before she could question him, he guided her step by step—both of their palms landing squarely on a thug's nose with a brutal smack, as if part of a choreographed routine.
The man howled, stumbling back.
Zhao Yiming spun her toward the next one. "Step left. Elbow up."
She obeyed. Her elbow crashed into the man's temple.
He dipped her suddenly, dodging a swing aimed at her back.
"You're breathtaking when you're violent," he whispered, eyes gleaming as his hand slid down and groped her ass.
Yanyu's cheeks exploded red. She trembled, trying to struggle out of his grip, but he was too strong!
"You're insane! What the hell?! Why are you doing this?!"
"But you're blushing," he smirked, lifting her upright just in time to land a perfect sidekick to another thug's chest.
They moved like fire and wind—blazing, flowing, unstoppable.
Zhao Yiming ducked low, sweeping a thug's legs.
"One..." He pulled Luo Yanyu into a spin.
"Two..." Her heel slammed into another's chin.
"Three..." Together they twisted mid-air, switching places—his hand brushing along her waist with deliberate heat.
"This... What kind of stupid movement is this? Why are we dancing?! Why are you doing this?!" she shouted, breathless.
"Well, can't be helped. I want to seduce my Rose Queen while breaking bones."
A shiver ran down her spine—and Zhao Yiming's, too—as most of his words were coming from the system, thanks to the God of Richness & Love promising him good rewards.
They danced through the battlefield, their rhythm flawless. He leaned close, their faces just inches apart, while she locked a thug's arm and flipped him over her shoulder.
His lips hovered near hers—not touching, just enough to make her tremble.
"Your heartbeat's faster," he murmured.
"Shut up..." she muttered, face flushed. "Focus on our enemies first, you pervert!"
He caught her wrist mid-move, guiding it into a graceful arc that cracked a bottle over a thug's head.
"You're perfect," he said softly. "Strong, stunning, and will be mine."
Her breath caught.
Only one thug remained—tattooed, furious, charging with a roar.
Zhao Yiming grinned and whispered, "Final move, partner."
She didn't hesitate.
He lifted her up, spinning her in the air. Her knee landed square in the thug's jaw, snapping his head back as he crumpled to the ground.
He set her down. Their faces were close—so close his nose touched hers—and she couldn't stop staring into his blue eyes, the same color as the sky.
She was mesmerized, her heart pounding fast, and once more she felt that itch in her lower belly—as if it wanted to be touched the same way he had in the parking lot.
The crowd stared in silence, then erupted in thunderous applause as if they'd just witnessed a grand performance.
Luo Yanyu snapped out of it as she realized what she'd just thought. A furious blush spread to her ears, steam practically rising from her head.
She was so embarrassed she wanted to die.
Meanwhile, Zhao Yiming finally let out a breath, relieved to be done with the cringey lines, just as the notification popped in front of him:
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[Congratulations on completing the quest!]
[Rewards can now be claimed!]
[Rewards: $2,000 | Luo Yanyu +25 Affinity | +35 Lust | +1,500 AP]
[New Perk Unlocked: Twin Flame Resonance]
(When fighting alongside a bonded female partner, Zhao Yiming's attack strength and agility increase by 25%)
(If his partner takes a hit, he automatically counterattacks with a critical strike.)
[BONUS REWARD UNLOCKED!]
[$15,000 | +2,000 AP]
[God Of Richness & Love leaves you a message while eating popcorn!]
["A little romance! A little violence! And a lot of spice! Just how I like it!"]