Chapter 77 Resplendent

nocking on his door, that could mean at least ten years in prison!Ba'an Mountain Circuit is where Erqiu gained fame! Perhaps he would only be an obscure nobody elsewhere, but here in Ba'an Mountain, h...Chapter 77: Radiant Splendor

Wang Zheng naturally didn't notice Zhang Miaomiao's unusual state at this moment; he was still carefully examining her injuries.

The driver’s cabin had severely twisted and deformed due to the collision with a high-speed guardrail, leaving Zhang Miaomiao trapped with her legs unable to move.

Just as Wang Zheng wanted to use his hands to pull her out, he accidentally touched her long and elastic thighs wrapped in leather pants. Before any inappropriate thoughts could arise, she immediately sucked in cold air due to the pain and said in an extremely pained voice, "Don't touch me; I think they're broken."

"I can see that. Just stay still. After taking the painkillers, you'll feel better soon," Wang Zheng replied.

"And don’t try to take advantage of me while I’m in this state." Zhang Miaomiao’s tone suddenly turned cold again, leaving Wang Zheng momentarily stunned. He truly couldn't understand what was going on inside her head; capricious women were undoubtedly the most enigmatic creatures in the world.

"Rest assured, I won't take advantage of you. But to be honest, I really do feel tempted." Wang Zheng said seriously.

"You’re not that kind of person." Zhang Miaomiao unexpectedly burst into laughter; after taking Wang Zheng's painkiller, the pain indeed diminished significantly: "You are a good man."

This was undoubtedly the most rewarding compliment for Wang the Assassin. To be recognized as a good man by the daughter of the Provincial Secretary was now making him feel overjoyed and intoxicated.

"This area has been hit too severely, I must pry it open," Wang Zheng said after observing the deformed cabin and turning to her: "Are both your legs in excruciating pain"

"The right leg is unbearable; the left one hurts less," Zhang Miaomiao replied.

"Alright. When I apply force to pry open these scrap pieces, use your left leg to support yourself and get out as quickly as possible because I can’t keep this up for long. Can you do it"

Looking at the twisted steel wreckage before her, Zhang Miaomiao hesitantly said: "This is all pure alloy steel; are you sure you can pry it open"

"Don't worry about that. Earlier, I asked if you could do it."

"Yes." Zhang Miaomiao looked at her body and then added: "Can you help cut my seatbelt The buckle is stuck inside, so my hand can’t reach."

"Seatbelt" Wang Zheng lowered his head and couldn't help but become enticed!

A black seatbelt was tightly wrapped around Zhang Miaomiao's left shoulder, passing between her towering peaks to the right hip, accentuating her curves even more shockingly.

However, our big assassin Wang has strong self-control; unless the person in front of him is a stunning beauty like Zhang Mingqi, he wouldn't let his mind wander. Most importantly, the upper half of Zhang Miaomiao's body was clad in a low-cut tight leather jacket that exposed a vast expanse of fair and soft skin, making her ample bosom look even more enticing when restrained by the seatbelt.

This young girl didn't seem very old, yet she had such an impressive figure. Wang Zheng couldn't help but stare, and when Miaomiao lowered her head and realized what he was looking at, her face turned red like a ripe apple, blushing all the way to her neck.

"What are you staring at Is it pretty" Zhang Miaomiao asked irritably, mustering up her courage.

"It's very pretty." Wang Zheng answered unconsciously and then wiped his mouth, wiping away the saliva that was about to dribble down.

"Hmph, pervert. A pervert taking advantage of someone," Miaomiao said indignantly.

Wang Zheng realized he had been inconsiderate: "Hehe, even if I didn't originally intend to take advantage of the situation, seeing this view makes me have such thoughts now. If you were fully dressed, I wouldn’t be like this."

If it came to verbal sparring, Zhang Miaomiao was no match for Wang Zheng. This time she blushed even more from his teasing and simply huffed before closing her eyes and turning away, unwilling to look at the not-entirely-horrible face in front of her.

Wang Zheng took out a pocket knife and carefully started cutting the seatbelt. As he cut it, his hand brushed inadvertently against a place that was both high and soft, reliving the unusual sensation which made him feel incredibly satisfied.

Zhang Miaomiao knew Wang Zheng had no ulterior motive but didn't hold it against him; however, seeing Wang Zheng's increasingly strange gaze, she felt an odd sensation. Still, her self-control wasn’t on par with Wang’s brick wall face, so she had to remind him: "Pervert, can you focus a little more"

"Phew, done." Wang Zheng let out a long breath as the seatbelt snapped and the restrained area was finally freed.

Forcing himself not to look at Zhang Miaomiao's chest anymore, Wang Zheng put on a serious expression: "Next, I need to pry open this twisted cockpit. I probably won't be able to hold out for long. When I say so, you must endure the pain and use your left leg to support yourself while turning your right leg out. Understand"

Seeing Wang Zheng's serious expression, Zhang Miaomiao also nodded seriously.

Wang Zheng bent down and grabbed tightly onto the twisted front of the cockpit with both hands, his veins bulging as he exerted tremendous strength, full of masculine vigor and explosive power. With a low roar: "Get up now!

Meanwhile, the cockpit, twisted to an unimaginable degree, was forcibly pried open. Zhang Miaomiao didn’t hesitate at this critical moment and endured the excruciating pain, using her left leg to support herself as she managed to extricate her right leg.

The moment Zhang Miaomiao got her leg out, Wang Zheng could no longer hold on, causing the heavy cockpit to loosen and crash onto where Zhang Miaomiao had just placed her leg with a loud thud.

"Phew, it's finally done," said Wang Zheng as he panted heavily; that one move alone cost him quite a bit of strength.

“Good teamwork,” grinned Wang Zheng.

Zhang Miaomiao saw the look of relief on Wang Zheng’s face and smiled herself. “Yes, we worked well together. How did you manage such incredible strength”

Zhang Miaomiao was no novice and knew how much force it took to twist steel; there was no way anyone without extraordinary arm, leg, waist strength, or an explosive burst of power could’ve done what Wang Zheng just did.

"Because I ate spinach when I was little," said Wang Zheng with a laugh. "My nickname is Popeye the Sailor."

Zhang Miaomiao curled her lips and shook her head in amusement, “That’s such a lame joke; it’s not funny at all.”

"How are you otherwise Apart from your right leg being heavily injured, do you have any other severe injuries" asked Wang Zheng.

“No, only my right leg hurts,” Zhang Miaomiao replied honestly. Wang Zheng had exerted an incredible amount of effort to pry open the twisted steel that would’ve been impossible for a regular person to budge, and this small act touched her heart.

"Does this hurt" Wang Zheng gently stroked the bruise on Zhang Miaomiao’s temple. It looked pretty serious, likely caused by hitting something in the vehicle while rolling over; it could at least be considered mild concussion.

“No pain now, I was a bit dizzy just then but already feeling fine,” she replied.

"Good," said Wang Zheng as he pressed on Zhang Miaomiao's swollen thigh. He thought for a moment and then said: "The bone here should be either broken or cracked from being squeezed by such a heavy object for so long. I’ll immobilize it first, then we’ll go to the hospital; you’re looking at two months of bed rest."

“You know how to set bones” Zhang Miaomiao was quite surprised as she spoke. The painkillers were working well; her leg’s current level of pain was within what she could endure and accept.

"No, I don’t know bone-setting, just a simple immobilization," Wang Zheng smiled slightly as he took off his jacket that had been torn by thorns and tore it into strips with his teeth. This rather expensive coat quickly became a pile of cloth pieces.

Special forces members often encounter situations where they fall from great heights, and immobilizing broken bones is child's play for them. Each time on a mission, they carry essential medicines to treat themselves or administer injections when necessary.

Zhang Miemié’s clear eyes watched Wang Zheng busily moving about, her gaze sparkling with emotion.

"The strips are not enough," sighed Wang Zheng as he directly took off his T-shirt, revealing decent muscles and a nearly perfect physique in terms of proportions.

With the shirt off, alongside Wang Zheng’s muscular frame appeared a striking sight—a body covered in intersecting scars.

A body covered in scars.

Tangled, terrifying.

Zhang Miemié's eyes were already somewhat blank as she stared at this man who was both familiar and strange to her. Suddenly, she felt a pang of sympathy for him, an inexplicable ache in her heart.

"Hey, don't look at me like that," Wang Zheng noticed something off about Zhang Miemié and smiled: "Don’t fancy me now; I won't give in."

But Zhang Miemié didn't laugh. Instead, she spoke seriously yet slowly, “These scars of yours…”

As she said this, there was an indescribable emotion flickering in her eyes. Having grown up in a life of luxury and only associating with second-generation rich kids—arrogant or ambitious, simple-minded or shrewd—she had never seen anyone with such striking scars before. What kind of story could someone with these scars possibly have

Thinking back on the past, Zhang Miemié unexpectedly felt nauseous at the sight of those second-generation rich kids she used to hang out with: greasy hair and powder faces, effeminate voices and spiked haircuts, low-rise pants and raised fingers. In comparison, when looking at Wang Zheng, a small stream started flowing in her heart, unaware that this stream would soon turn into an overwhelming river, following the eastern direction towards its ultimate destination.

Yes, Zhang Miemié had completely forgotten about her pain now; she only felt that the bare-chested man before her with his scars was incredibly dazzling and striking.

Dazzling to a brilliant extent.

PS: The update is late today due to traveling by train. Everyone, remember to get enough sleep! see.Wang Zheng followed the sound and saw a massive black man with curly hair stepping onto the擂台, one step at a time!The muscular giant was only wearing tight shorts, revealing his taut muscles that...