My wife is a Nine-tailed Heavenly Fox
Chapter 172: Strip Down and Dance

Chapter 172: Chapter 172: Strip Down and Dance

Hai City, Steven Intercontinental Hotel.

This global chain of high-end hotels is actually a spy outpost arranged by Yingjiang around the world.

At this moment, Xie Si Yao, dressed in sexy attire, sat seductively on the sofa, eyeing the now very feminine Xie Siqi with envy and jealousy.

Both were college classmates, and because their names were similar, they became close girlfriends.

But both of them had a big problem, which was sexual coldness.

Xie Siqi was much better off because she came from a wealthy family and was aloof.

However, Xie Si Yao was in a tough spot; her family wasn’t wealthy, and she couldn’t exude the same aura as Xie Siqi no matter how much she desired to seem aloof, plus she longed for love.

Even in bed, although she felt nothing, she tried her best to accommodate her partner.

But one could easily tell the difference between genuine and feigned, resulting in her scarce love life.

Fortunately, she had taken the path of espionage, which gave her strength, and over the years she had shifted from satisfying others to reclaiming her self and enjoying life.

She often watched adult films, trying to adjust her desires, but was unable to do so, remaining as cold as ice, like a corpse.

The reason she contacted the Qin Family was also that they had a Fox Demon; she wanted to make herself more alluring.

People are like that; the more unattainable something is, the more they want to get it.

Xie Si Yao had made too many sacrifices to become a real woman.

Especially recently, when Xie Siqi contacted her, telling her about curing sexual indifference and the unrivaled pleasure of making love with a man, she became even more envious.

She even went against the orders from her superiors, diverting her path to Hai City just to experience it for herself.

This way, when she went to negotiate with the Qin Family, there would be a different kind of bargaining chip.

Wu Xia did not fly in directly but entered through the main entrance; places like this were usually inaccessible even if you had money; they only admitted foreign guests and invited personnel.

Just like those schools for Japan that have been hidden in Hai City for years.

Building schools on the land of Qing Country, yet prohibiting Qing Country’s people from even getting close, with signs declaring "Qing Country People and Dogs Not Allowed Inside"!

To places like these, Wu Xia was filled with resentment!

In the past, he could only complain online, but now Wu Xia was ready to take real action.

As he approached the entrance, he was stopped.

They were two men from Yingjiang, speaking in their language aggressively, "Stop! Get out!"

"Screw your sister, speak Mandarin on my turf!" Wu Xia shouted angrily, "Or I’ll knock your teeth out!"

"Fuck!"

The two losers, never having been bullied by Qing Country people like this, cursed and were about to lay hands on Wu Xia.

Here, they benefited from the great nation’s protection policy, so they never took Qing Country people seriously.

Even if they killed someone, Qing Country couldn’t do anything to them; at most, they would just be sent back to their own country.

Once back in Yingjiang, not only would they face no punishment, but they would also receive rewards and rise rapidly through the ranks.

Therefore, they were looking forward to Qing Country people who deliberately provoked trouble.

The two men clenched their fists, one to the left and one to the right, swinging mercilessly at Wu Xia’s head.

Bang bang!

Two sounds of collision, followed by the snap of breaking bones and then the shrill screams like that of pigs being slaughtered.

"Ah!"

"Ah!"

Their thrown fists were forcefully squeezed back by some power.

The fists were still fists, but now they were contorted at the elbow joint.

Bones and flesh were exposed, with tendons and blood vessels still attached.

"Fuck your mom!"

"I’ll do yours, I’m getting you killed!" The two losers roared.

Wu Xia’s brow furrowed slightly, a cold light flashing in his eyes, "Daring to curse my mother—the problem just got serious!"

In the blink of an eye, Wu Xia appeared in front of the two men, grabbing each by the neck with one hand.

The two hulking Yingjiang men, each a head taller than Wu Xia, were thus hoisted up by him.

They wanted to resist, but their skeletons felt as if they were filled with lead, having lost the ability to move.

At the same time, they felt an icy sensation at their throats and could sense wind whistling through the middle of their necks.

Their throats had been pierced by Wu Xia’s thumbs, leaving two large holes gaping open.

The other security guards in the hotel saw this scene and crowded around, speaking in their awkward Mandarin.

"Let them go, or we’ll shoot!"

"Hurry up, we’re authorized to fire our weapons here!"

A slight smile played on Wu Xia’s lips as he tossed the two men into the middle of the hotel lobby.

The group of security guards was just about to move forward.

Bang!

Two jets of blood sprayed out from the two idiots’ necks, splattering their faces.

The two idiots writhed in pain, rolling on the ground in agony.

Eventually, they died with their eyes wide open, bodies convulsing, unable to close their eyes in death.

The entire hotel lobby instantly fell silent, every heart lifted to the throat of its owner.

This was especially true for the Yingjiang dignitaries, who looked on aghast at the scene before them.

The group of security guards snapped back to reality and, without any further ado, drew their guns and started shooting at Wu Xia.

Bang, bang, bang!

Bullets flew towards him, but Wu Xia simply placed his hands behind him, making no attempt to dodge.

The bullets seemed to have eyes of their own, curving around him as they approached and instead flew towards the onlooking crowd in the lobby, striking their vitals and claiming their lives on the spot.

By the time the security guards realized what was happening and shouted to cease fire, everyone in the lobby, apart from those few who had fired their weapons, was dead.

"Fuck!"

With a mischievous grin, Wu Xia looked at the few men, "Your guns are really advanced, huh? Bullets that can turn corners—impressive! Worthy of the number one technological powerhouse!"

As he spoke, he didn’t forget to clap his hands in applause.

This infuriated the group, but they weren’t fools; after all, the strength Wu Xia had just displayed was beyond their ability to contend with.

Before long, due to the sound of gunfire, higher-level security from the upper floors came down.

These men dressed in black suits, wearing sunglasses, walked with a slightly mechanical gait.

Wu Xia saw through them at a glance: these were Yingjiang Country’s imitation robots.

The first thing they did upon arriving was not to attack Wu Xia but to immediately seal the hotel doors to prevent those outside from seeing what had transpired.

Only then did they move in from behind Wu Xia, cornering him in the middle.

Wu Xia looked carefully at these imitation mechanized beings, accurately termed Transformed People, his eyebrows knitting together involuntarily.

The drug-induced cyborgs of Japan, the mechanically transformed people of Yingjiao; in a way, both were a sort of abhorrent practice that went against human nature.

"Who are you, and why are you causing trouble here?"

An icy voice echoed from the second floor, a man who appeared to be the head of the security, glaring coldly at Wu Xia.

He walked slowly, but with each step, his body emitted mechanical creaking sounds.

Especially his eyes—red rings flickered continuously within them, like targeting scopes, locking onto Wu Xia.

Wu Xia’s eyebrows furrowed slightly, his expression turning serious.

Although the man was not a cultivator and Wu Xia couldn’t sense the extent of his strength,

Wu Xia could feel the structure of the man. Aside from the unnamed, highly durable metallic shell, there was a miniature nuclear warhead hidden inside his body.

It wasn’t that Wu Xia was afraid, but Yingjiang’s high-tech was indeed world-class,

a gap that had to be acknowledged.

However, Wu Xia quickly relaxed his brow, a hint of amusement flashing in his eyes, as a wicked idea surfaced in his mind.