The Female Teacher Who Fights Back

Chapter 26 Money Makes the Devil Turn the Mill 6

Wu Lang’s knee rested right between his legs, while her soft, slender fingers gripped his wrist where his sleeve was rolled up. That delicate touch felt like sweet torture, making the ‘red-haired lion’ gasp for cold air, his words slurring together.

Though the light was dim, Wu Lang could see everything clearly: bronze skin, a perfectly built body like a Greek sculpture, sharp and deep-chiselled features, and an unusually unnatural… blush on his cheek?

“Fuck, woman, are you done or what? Let me go already!” He struggled a few times to no avail; the ‘red-haired lion’ was both anxious and furious. He couldn’t wrap his head around it: this woman looked like she would collapse in a gust of wind, so how could she possess such astonishing strength?

Could it be that this person was a female predator out to harvest men?

At first, he hadn’t taken the rumors seriously, but now he had to admit that Liuyun Street was truly a place that defied all logic!

Just as the ‘red-haired lion’ was silently mourning his lost purity, Wu Lang—who had been mistaken for a female predator—stepped aside and stood straight once she confirmed that this clawing feline posed no danger to her.

Catching a glimpse of the Sheng Tian Academy badge sewn onto his left chest, Wu Lang recalled what Sister Qing had told her earlier. Her hand, which should have been hanging straight at her side, mysteriously landed atop his wild red hair. She gently patted the spiked hair—which wasn’t as prickly as she had imagined—and imitated the soothing tone used for children on TV, saying softly: “Be good. It’s too dangerous outside; you should go back to the zoo—no, back to school and study properly.”

The sudden shift left the ‘red-haired lion’ utterly bewildered. It took him a few seconds to register what she had just said before he roared back in a fit of rage: “Whether I go back to school or not is none of your fucking business!”

Hearing this, Wu Lang nodded in agreement: “Mm, whether you go back to school indeed has nothing to do with my business.”

“…”

“Be good, remember to attend class at school.” Giving those upright strands of red hair another symbolic pat, Wu Lang politely waved goodbye to him.

Meanwhile, Sister Qing’s intelligence house finally welcomed its second guest of the night.

“Excuse me, is the boss in?”

“That would be me.” Adding a bit more tobacco, Sister Qing—sitting in her rocking chair—lifted her eyes and measured the bald man standing at the door. She spoke faintly: “May I ask why Fourth Master Zhao, the right-hand man of the Qin family’s new BOSS, condescends to visit my small shop?”

“Sister Qing of the intelligence house truly lives up to her reputation. You even know a nobody like me.” Because he was ranked fourth among his siblings at home, he was named Zhao Si, and people in the underworld respectfully referred to him as Fourth Master Zhao.

“There is no such thing as a free lunch in this world. If you want me to answer your questions, it depends on whether you can offer the right price.”

Zhao Si habitually rubbed his glossy bald head, grinning with a wide smile: “Let’s not beat around the bush. I came here today wanting detailed information on the Bloody Rakshasa and their current whereabouts.”

“No problem.” A confident smile curled at the corners of Sister Qing’s lips. She held up two slender fingers, her sexy thin lips parting slightly to utter an astronomical figure.

“What? 20 million!” Zhao Si couldn’t help but exclaim in shock. Forget 20 million, he couldn’t even pull out 2 million right now!

“Card or transfer—cash works too, of course, but bad checks and IOUs are out of the question.” Sister Qing nodded and added, “This is the price for the Bloody Rakshasa’s detailed profile. As for their whereabouts, that costs extra.”