Chapter 229: The Death of the Guardian Dog! A Fox in a Purple Dress!
"Humorous Luoka... Humorous intensity..."
Shen Anyu heard the muffled thud of a body hitting the floor behind him. He shook his head and sighed, a mix of disappointment and amusement playing on his lips.
He had initially thought that Luoka—the legendary Mercenary King, the "Thunder Hound"—would at least be able to unleash his full power. He expected sparks of lightning, a roar of defiance, maybe even a few seconds of intense combat with Aunt Xiao.
But no. He was instantly killed. One chop. Lights out.
How useless!
But upon reflection, it was normal. Luoka was just a male supporting character in a female-oriented novel. He wasn't a Child of Destiny with unkillable plot armor. He wasn't even the Male Lead. He was the "Spare Tire"—destined to protect the heroine from the shadows and eventually die tragically to further the plot.
Naturally, he didn't have the ability to unleash explosive power and defeat an enemy across major Realms.
Aunt Xiao was a Great Grandmaster (Early Stage). Luoka was a Grandmaster (Middle Stage). The gap between them was like the gap between a tiger and a house cat. If he could jump levels to fight her, the cultivation system would be meaningless.
Well... Shen Anyu, the Destined Villain, could naturally do it. But that was because he was the exception to all rules.
Shen Anyu had originally wanted to see if killing Luoka personally would yield Destiny Points. But since Aunt Xiao did the deed and no notification popped up, it seemed this "Guardian Dog" had zero harvest value.
"Trash should be taken out."
Since that was the case, he had no value and didn't need to be kept alive.
"Husband Hurry up"
Liu Mi's voice floated out from the changing room again. It was drawn-out, sweet, and filled with a charming spoiled tone that scratched at a man's heart.
"I'm cold~"
"Coming, coming."
Listening to the siren's call, Shen Anyu smiled slightly. He adjusted his cuffs, stepped over the spot where Luoka had fallen (which had already been cleaned by the shadows), and walked into the VIP changing room.
Click.
The door closed, shutting out the world.
Upon entering, even Shen Anyu, who had seen countless beauties, was somewhat surprised.
The room was bathed in soft, warm light from the vanity mirror.
Liu Mi stood in the center of the room, her back to him.
She had already taken off her sports gear. Her upper body was bare, revealing a back that was fair and flawless, like a piece of uncut white jade. Her spinal groove formed a beautiful, elegant line that led down to her slender waist.
Her lower body was clad in a magnificent, light purple evening dress that pooled around her feet like a cloud. The fabric was shimmering silk, looking like moonlight woven into cloth.
From Shen Anyu's angle, he could see her side profile—the curve of her breast, the arch of her neck.
"Husband..."
Liu Mi turned her head slightly, her cheeks flushed a lovely pink. She held the front of the dress against her chest with one hand, looking helpless and incredibly alluring.
"This evening dress you bought for me... the zipper is stuck. And the straps are too complicated. I can't reach them. Can you help me?"
Her voice was soft, trembling slightly with anticipation.
"I am always happy to help others," Shen Anyu said, his voice dropping an octave.
He walked forward, his steps silent on the plush carpet. He stopped right behind her.
He could smell her scent—a mix of natural floral fragrance and the faint, sweet musk of her sweat from the badminton game. It was intoxicating.
"Let me see."
Shen Anyu reached out. His warm fingers brushed against the cool, smooth skin of her back.
Liu Mi shivered. A goosebump rose on her skin.
"Husband..."
"Don't move."
This evening dress was indeed very difficult to wear. It was a custom haute couture piece with intricate lacing instead of a simple zipper.
But for a Grandmaster with perfect dexterity, it should have taken ten seconds.
However, Shen Anyu took his time.
His fingers traced the line of her spine. He smoothed the fabric over her hips. He adjusted the straps with agonizing slowness, his breath tickling her ear.
It took quite a while—perhaps ten minutes, perhaps longer—before Shen Anyu finally "finished" helping Liu Mi put it on.
During that time, the sounds of rustling fabric and soft gasps filled the small room.
Finally.
"Done."
Shen Anyu stepped back, admiring his work.
"Husband... this dress is so beautiful!"
Liu Mi's face was now crimson, her eyes misty with unshed tears of pleasure and embarrassment. She took a deep breath to compose herself, then pinched the left and right sides of the skirt and twirled around.
Swish!
She looked at herself in the full-length mirror.
She was noble, exquisitely beautiful, and elegantly poised. The light purple color complemented her fair skin perfectly. She looked like a true Fairy who had descended into the mortal world, untainted by dust.
However, her flushed face, her slightly swollen lips, and her misty, water-filled eyes told a different story.
She looked like a Fairy who had been dragged into Hell and thoroughly corrupted by the Devil. It was a blend of sanctity and depravity that was deadly to behold.
"My Mi Mi is beautiful; she looks good in anything."
Shen Anyu looked at this scene with great satisfaction.
It was not in vain that he had commissioned a top fashion designer in the Imperial Capital to customize this dress by hand. It fit her like a second skin.
Of course, Liu Mi herself had excellent conditions. She was tall, well-proportioned, and had an exquisite hourglass figure. She would look good even in a potato sack.
But the dress enhanced her "Fox Spirit" aura.
Shen Anyu looked at the exquisite young woman in front of him with an appreciative, possessive gaze.
Her face was like a Nine-Tailed Fox—a beauty capable of ruining nations and toppling empires. Her skin was as tender as tofu. Her long, slender legs, faintly visible through the high slit of the dress, were clad in red crystal high heels.
She was the perfect trophy.
Especially after her "growth" under his tutelage, Liu Mi exuded an astonishing beauty that far surpassed her previous self. She had bloomed.
Liu Mi was also very pleased with Shen Anyu's appreciative gaze. Seeing the desire in his eyes made her feel triumphant.
Suddenly, her expression changed. She looked at the clock.
"Oh no! Husband!"
She covered her mouth.
"It's been so long! Lin Shutong is waiting outside! She will definitely notice we took too long just to change a dress! How can I face anyone?"
Liu Mi was so anxious that she was about to cry. Her makeup was slightly smudged.
"It's okay," Shen Anyu reassured her, smoothing her hair. "Seeing you like this... everyone, male or female, will be too amazed to think about the time."
"Really?"
"Trust me."
Shen Anyu smiled slightly. He held Liu Mi's slender white jade hand and walked out of the changing room.
...
Outside the changing room.
Lin Shutong was sitting on the sofa, scrolling through her phone, bored.
"It's been so long... what are they doing in there? Making clothes from scratch?"
Just as Lin Shutong was lost in thought, imagining scandalous scenarios, she heard footsteps.
She looked up with a mischievous expression, ready to tease them.
"Finally! I thought you two—"
Her voice died in her throat.
At this sight, Lin Shutong froze. Her eyes went wide, her phone almost slipping from her hand.
Liu Mi stood before her.
She seemed to be sparkling. The purple dress flowed around her like liquid magic. Her skin glowed. Her presence filled the room.
Every gesture, every smile, every glance was captivating. She radiated a level of beauty that felt... unfair.
This extreme charm didn't just kill men; it silenced women. Lin Shutong felt her mind go blank. The jealousy she felt earlier vanished, replaced by pure awe.
'She is... she is a goddess.'
When she finally came to her senses, Lin Shutong forgot about her mischievous teasing. She stood up, walking around Liu Mi like she was inspecting a work of art.
"Mi Mi! You... you are too beautiful!"
"You are simply not a woman of the mortal world anymore! I am... I am genuinely jealous of Shen Anyu now. He can actually possess such a beautiful you... it's a crime!"
Liu Mi felt relieved seeing her friend's reaction. She smiled beamingly, her confidence restored.
"It's all thanks to the good clothes my husband chose. He has the best taste."
Saying that, Liu Mi tightly held Shen Anyu's arm, pressing her chest against him, overflowing with happiness and joy.
[Ding! Detected Daughter of Destiny, Liu Mi's favorability +1! Current: 97!]
[Ding! Plundering +3,000 Destiny Value!]
…
Shen Anyu wore a graceful, modest smile on his face as he chatted with the two women.
Internally, he was calculating.
'Liu Mi's total favorability is only a few points away from 100 (Max). I should be able to achieve it at tonight's birthday banquet. The grand finale needs to be perfect.'
When a Destined Heroine's total favorability is maxed out, the System rewards a massive amount of Destiny Value—at least 200,000, with a chance for a Critical Reward worth millions.
'As for Liu Qingyue... the White Moonlight...'
Shen Anyu's eyes deepened.
'It is also time to start reeling her in. Tonight, she falls.'
Suddenly, a series of mechanical notifications rang in his mind, crisp and loud.
[Ding! Detected that the Daughter of Destiny, Wen Feifei, has suffered a major psychological blow!]
[Ding! Plundering +30,000 Destiny Value!]
[Ding! Important Plot Event Severed: "The Return of the Mercenary King"!]
[Ding! Wen Feifei's secondary emotional line (Childhood Sweetheart) has been completely severed due to the death of the target Luoka!]
[Ding! Plundering +50,000 Destiny Value!]
[Ding! Wen Feifei's destiny has undergone a major change! She is now isolated!]
[Ding! Plundering +50,000 Destiny Value!]
At this moment, receiving the cascade of System prompts, Shen Anyu smiled.
"It seems Wen Feifei has received the news. The police in Magic City are quite efficient."
…
On the other side of the city.
In a small, cozy apartment.
Wen Feifei sat dejectedly on the sofa, her legs pulled up to her chest. She was hugging a pillow, staring blankly at the television screen.
Her delicate and beautiful face was pale, devoid of blood. Her watery peach-blossom eyes were filled with shock, horror, and disbelief.
The screen displayed the [Magic City TV News Channel].
BREAKING NEWS
A female reporter, Bai Bing, stood in front of a cordoned-off alleyway, her face serious.
"We interrupt this program for a Breaking News report."
"Luoka, the notorious leader of the infamous illegal armed organization, the 'Thunder Hound Mercenary Group', recently infiltrated our city with the intent to carry out destructive assassination activities."
The screen flashed a photo of a white-haired, stern man.
Wen Feifei gasped, covering her mouth.
'Brother Luo?!'
The reporter continued:
"According to police reports, the target of his assassination was the renowned director, Director Jia Quan."
"With the help of enthusiastic citizens and the rapid response of our city's Special Security Department, the terrorist Luoka was engaged."
"After a fierce confrontation, Luoka was killed on the spot, effectively curbing his potential threat to public safety."
"Unfortunately, Director Jia Quan also succumbed to his severe injuries inflicted by the suspect and passed away in the ambulance."
"This is a victory for the safety of Magic City! We will not tolerate foreign mercenaries on our soil!"
"This concludes the detailed report..."
The picture switched to a cheerful advertisement for laundry detergent.
Wen Feifei sat frozen. Her world was spinning.
The photo of Luoka... that was her childhood friend. Her Brother Luo. The boy who promised to protect her forever.
'Brother Luo... is dead?'
'He was... a mercenary leader? A ruthless killer?'
'And Director Jia Quan... the greasy man who harassed me... is also dead?'
A terrifying realization dawned on her.
'Director Jia Quan harassed me this morning. I told no one but...'
'Did Brother Luo kill Director Jia Quan because of me? Because he was watching me?'
'And because he killed the Director... the police found him... and killed him?'
Tears streamed down her face.
'He died because of me.'
'I killed him.'
No wonder she hadn't found any trace of Luoka when she returned home to give him his medicine. No wonder the house was empty.
He was already gone.
She was alone. Her guardian was dead. The Director was dead.
Wen Feifei shivered violently. She felt cold. So cold.
In this cruel world, who could she rely on now?
Suddenly, the image of a handsome, powerful man appeared in her mind. A man who drove a Bugatti. A man whom the System called her "Lucky Star."
Shen Anyu.
'Only him... Only he can protect me now.'
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