Max Level Return—I'll Protect That Fragile One

Xu Xingguang was completely surrounded by the group of men, blocking her way forward, forcing her to stop. ”Tsk.” She felt a bit troubled, ”No way through.”

Surrounded by a pack of wolves, her beautiful face showed no sign of fear or anger.

Xu Xingguang said nothing, instead lowering her head to rummage through something in the canvas bag she carried. As she moved, her black hair naturally fell forward, revealing the graceful, delicate nape of her neck.

A natural charm and allure that only further incited crime.

Xiao Qiao raised an eyebrow, curious about what that woman was fishing out of her bag.

A gun?

Or money?

Or, more daringly, a bomb?

But the result surprised Xiao Qiao—Xu Xingguang pulled out a smoking pipe from the canvas pocket.

A jade pipe, not exactly intricate, its mouthpiece worn glossy from use. The crude, rugged design was clearly not a special lady’s pipe, but rather a short, curved pipe favored by men.

Xu Xingguang held the jade pipe, which was completely at odds with her image, with her left hand, while her long fingers of the right hand leisurely packed three layers of tobacco into the pipe, her movements carrying an elegance all her own.

Xiao Qiao watched, raising an eyebrow.

This woman...

So inexplicably dangerous.

On Bai Ze Island, a place teeming with all sorts, the first skill necessary for survival is to keep your eyes peeled and see people clearly.

Intuition told Xiao Qiao that this woman, surrounded by a pack of wolves yet calmly smoking, was definitely no pushover.

But those hungry wolves couldn’t see it.

Perhaps they saw, but Xu Xingguang was simply too beautiful, and the desire to possess her, to ravish her, had long gnawed away at their reason.

In the face of absolute beauty’s allure, reason is but empty talk.

Xu Xingguang wrapped her left hand around her slender waist, holding the pipe with her right hand, chin slightly raised, her brilliant starry eyes exuding endless allure.

This stirred the blood of the criminals on the island, who had long been repressed and hadn’t seen a beauty.

”Could one of you gentlemen offer me a light?” Her voice was sweet and seductive; at this moment, even if she asked them to help her commit murder, those criminals wouldn’t hesitate for a second.

In an instant, more than ten lighters were extended toward her, ranging from the most common, cheap ones to luxurious custom-made gilded and diamond-studded ones.

”Use mine.”

”Use mine!”

”Use mine. I’ve lived on this island for two years.” A medium-height middle-aged man with a tattoo of a small bee on his neck approached Xu Xingguang with a lighter.

On the black lighter, a golden bee was depicted, quite exquisite.

Xiao Qiao recognized him as Poison Bee, a top killer known on Fallen Demon Street, having lived on Bai Ze Island for two years.

He was also a Super Power User, his awakened superpower being the rare Poisonous Sting. When he used his superpower, sharp poisonous stings would instantly sprout from his fingers, and anyone pierced by them would scratch themselves to death.

Among the criminals surrounding Xu Xingguang, Poison Bee was considered the most capable. ”Beauty, use my fire.”

If Xu Xingguang was just a weak woman forced to flee to Bai Ze Island, then using her body to trade for Poison Bee’s protection might be a decent deal.

But...

Looking at the woman in the purple dress, Xiao Qiao thought: Such a beautiful woman, I’m afraid Poison Bee alone can’t protect her.

Flowers in full bloom always attract even fiercer wolves.

”Alright.” Xu Xingguang smiled sweetly, leaned slightly forward, and the tobacco in her right hand approached the flickering flame in Poison Bee’s hand, lighting up.

The flame flickered in her captivating brown starry eyes, reflecting Poison Bee’s silhouette. Poison Bee’s eyes locked onto Xu Xingguang’s, fantasizing about seeing himself naked ’and dominant’ in her eyes.

Poison Bee didn’t conceal his desire at all.

Xu Xingguang parted her thin pink lips, lightly biting the pipe’s mouthpiece, inhaling deeply with a hint of intoxication. Though her lips barely moved, smoke rose in white wisps from the pipe.

It wasn’t smoking, it was inhaling the souls of men.

The men surrounding her became increasingly blatant with their gazes, their eyes trailing over Xu Xingguang’s collarbones, chest, and the sliver of fair, slender calf beneath her skirt, down to the more alluring foot clad in a high heel.

In their lifetime, they had truly never seen such an exquisite woman.

To die beneath a peony in bloom is but a romantic folly.

Xu Xingguang released the mouthpiece, her lips slightly parted, and slowly blew a puff of smoke towards the men around her.