Supernatural Insight Eyes
Chapter 467 - 0468 I’ll agree if you give me a kiss (first update)

Chapter 467: 0468 I’ll agree if you give me a kiss (first update)

Three inches! Two inches!

Eventually, Lin Qiao’er’s fist stopped just a few millimeters away from Ye Qiu’s temple, not smashing down.

As for Ye Qiu, from beginning to end, he looked at Lin Qiao’er with an unfazed expression. Even if Lin Qiao’er aimed her fist at him, there was no change in Ye Qiu’s eyes, and he never moved an inch.

"Did you know I wouldn’t hit you?" Lin Qiao’er asked, her anger tinged with a hint of surprise.

"Heh, have you ever seen someone seeking a favor with a fist? Unless you want to screw things up," Ye Qiu said with confidence, as if everything unfolding before him was within his expectations.

"Let me guess why Officer Lin insists on having me as an instructor." Ye Qiu rubbed his temple with his hand and pushed Lin Qiao’er’s fist aside with a single finger, then walked around her and continued, "Firstly, it’s true that your police station needs to train officers, but you don’t have any impressive instructors, or at least none that satisfy you. Secondly, we’ve had a few encounters before where you accidentally found out that I’m no ordinary person, but a martial artist, hence you unconsciously suggested me. Thirdly, and this is even a mystery to you, your chief agreed to your recommendation. Am I right?"

As Ye Qiu delivered each sentence, Lin Qiao’er’s mouth opened wider, and most importantly, everything Ye Qiu said was spot-on.

She was somewhat shocked by Ye Qiu’s conjectures. Could it be that Ye Qiu could see through people’s hearts? This made her temporarily overlook the shameless condition he had proposed earlier.

This man, every encounter with him brought her surprise, and every time he spoke, his thoughts were clear and orderly. His identity was a secret, but the chief agreed to his taking up the position of instructor, even seemed pleased, which made the mystery surrounding Ye Qiu grow thicker in Lin Qiao’er’s eyes.

"Officer Lin, looking at your reaction, I must have guessed right," he said.

"You sought me out, surely not wanting to see the chief disappointed in you, so you must find a way to get me to agree."

"Since that’s the case, if you agree to my condition, it seems everything will be perfect. I’m satisfied, you’re satisfied, isn’t that a win-win for everyone?"

Ye Qiu spoke eloquently, while Lin Qiao’er came back to her senses at his last sentence.

Do I really have to kiss him?

Lin Qiao’er felt troubled by the thought. She was utterly reluctant, but as Ye Qiu said, she had assured the chief she would complete the task and naturally didn’t want to disappoint him.

"Fine, I agree," Lin Qiao’er finally made up her mind after a while. Just a kiss, she thought, it’s no big deal, like kissing her own Teddy at home.

Ye Qiu showed a trace of surprise when Lin Qiao’er suddenly agreed. He had finally got the busty girl right where he wanted her—she had no choice but to submit.

"Then go ahead," Ye Qiu said, standing his ground and watching Lin Qiao’er, not moving an inch himself.

Lin Qiao’er clenched her fist, gritted her teeth, stamped her foot, and leaned in to kiss Ye Qiu’s cheek.

But as Lin Qiao’er’s red lips were about to land on Ye Qiu’s face, Ye Qiu’s eyes flickered.

This girl is really doing it.

In a swift motion, he turned his head to dodge the kiss and then took a big step back, walking away.

"You can go back. I’ll take the instructor job, but I can’t accept such favors from a beauty," Ye Qiu’s voice came from afar, followed by a burst of laughter, while Lin Qiao’er, with her kiss missing its mark, stood rooted to the spot, her eyes nearly spitting fire.

She had been played by Ye Qiu again, that damn man had tricked her once more.

Lin Qiao’er involuntarily recalled the scene next to the car with Ye Qiu last time. It had happened again.

For the second time!

Lin Qiao’er gnashed her teeth in anger—if Ye Qiu hadn’t run away, she would have definitely torn him to shreds.

Lin Qiao’er had never imagined she could be so furious about not having kissed a man.

After shooting a fierce glance at the figure dashing towards the Goddess Villa, Lin Qiao’er turned and left. One day, she would certainly teach this infuriating guy a lesson.

As soon as Ye Qiu entered the villa, Shen Mengchen’s gaze fell on him. Ye Qiu looked up and puffed out his chest with some guilt, pretending to head to his room as if nothing happened.

At that moment, Shen Mengchen suddenly spoke, "I didn’t see that coming, the beauty even took the initiative to give you a kiss."

Ye Qiu’s steps halted abruptly, and he let out a sheepish laugh, "I was forced into it."

"Pah!"

Hearing such a shameless response from Ye Qiu, Shen Mengchen couldn’t help but curse, "You big pervert, have some shame. Hmph, fooling around with a police officer, make sure your next date is far away from here."

Ye Qiu didn’t know what to say and quickly stepped into his room. With a bang, he closed the door tightly behind him, avoiding any further conversation that might provoke Shen Mengchen to violence.

Ye Qiu certainly did not want to anger this tigress on the brink of rage.

Sitting on the bed, Ye Qiu could still hear Shen Mengchen’s angry footsteps on the floor. His eyes darted around, and he touched the tip of his nose, muttering to himself, "Why do I feel like there’s a scent of jealousy in the air?"

...

Zhongshan City Airport.

A plane from Japan had just landed in the early hours of the morning.

An elderly man emerged from the crowd, accompanied by a man dressed in a samurai’s outfit with the classical Japanese beard, carrying a Japanese sword on his back. The ability to bring such a sword onto a plane and disembark unharmed was not something an ordinary person could achieve.

The old man looked ordinary, with a kind smile on his face. If it weren’t for his wearing only a single-layered garment, which seemed odd in the dead of winter, there was nothing else particularly extraordinary about him.

However, upon closer observation of the old man’s stride, one would notice that each step was precisely three inches—no more, no less.

The young man beside him did not share the old man’s disciplined stride. His steps were light, almost tiptoeing. Aside from their attire drawing some attention, there was nothing else noticeable.

Who would have thought that this older man was Tanigawa Hakuitsu, a martial arts master from Japan, and that the young man beside him was also of special status, deeply connected to the Japanese royal family?

Before the two had even reached the exit, someone came to meet them.

"How is Sato Tsuru?" asked Tanigawa Hakuitsu.

"My lord, Mr. Sato can only move his eyes. He seems to have suffered sudden paralysis!" replied the staff from the Yamato Group who had come to pick them up, respectfully.

"Sudden paralysis?" Tanigawa Hakuitsu laughed, "Such a disease does not exist anywhere in the world, and yet Sato Tsuru was ’lucky’ enough to become paralyzed in one day?"

At that moment, the man standing beside Tanigawa Hakuitsu sneered, "It seems that a master has tampered with Mr. Sato. To be able to leave only the eyes capable of movement, the culprit’s skill is quite tricky indeed, and surely well-versed in medical science."

"I have a guess who did it!" Tanigawa Hakuitsu said immediately, a cold light flashing in his eyes.

"Master Tanigawa? Could it be..." The young man thought of someone simultaneously, the very person they were here to find.

"Yes, it must be him!" Tanigawa Hakuitsu nodded, then added, "Let’s go, he can’t get away."