All the rich young mistress would immediately faint or cry their heart out whenever they heard bandits names. The wound face had a soft spot for women since he was the only son and male in his family. His large family consisted of his mother and four younger sisters. As a result, during his missions, he never lifted his hand to beat women up. He'd rather stop his teammates whenever they mistreated the hostages. However, most of the times, the hostages got scared by him. There was a deep cut on his left cheek; it was really scary. He had seen many of the ladies s.h.i.+vering when looking at his face. They would ask for forgiveness to spare their lives.

He never hurt at women, but now he strongly wanted to strangle this bride who was oddly peeking at him; he could sense that. Though all he could see was only Nuwa's soft little beautiful hands, however, based on his observation he understood that she was a peerless beauty. His face turned reddish is embarra.s.sments when he thought how she tore off his robe.

'This lady is so shameless.'

Heh! Wait a moment! Why was his train of thoughts were moving in weird directions? d.a.m.n this woman also corrupted his mind...

No-no, she was a No-woman. It must be a man in woman clothing. What sort of women touches other men except for their husbands?

'She must a devil in disguise!'

The wound face always heard that rich girls were more prideful and virtuous, they would rather gladly accept death than being touched by other men. He had seen many hostages killed themselves in order to keep their pride. None of them was as daring as Nuwa, who was not only cunning acted pitiful but also was successfully tricked him.

He glared at Nuwa who again touched his robes. 'Was she from the special law enforcement force who had been chasing them for a long time?' The new possibility suddenly came across to his mind as he shuddered in fear.

Nuwa had no idea about the wound face's fear or train of thoughts as she had immersed herself for her upcoming steps. Up until now, everything went according to her plan without any disturbance. So, she was really happy and sorta satisfied with herself. Nuwa was also praying inside that things will remain until the end and she could save her people as she grabbed the wound face's robe to undress.

"Don't worry. This lady will only take your Shenyi*. This lady has no desires to see an ugly naked man."

Nuwa humphed the nasty looking man who was flinching on her every touch; all of his reactions were like she was tickling him. She cursed her luck. Who knew there would come a day when a bandit would act like a chaste woman and look at her as if she was a pervert? She really had the worst of luck.

Before Nuwa could undress him, she halted on the midway when she heard some footsteps were coming from near the jungle.

"Chen Mian! Boss is calling you."

"Where are you?"

"Boss ordered us to bring the hostage woman." Shouted someone.

Nuwa greeted her teeth in anger. The footsteps were slowly getting louder; they were almost her proximity.

'd.a.m.n! Out of all times, why now?'

'All of my efforts are ruined at the last moment.'

'What should I do now?'

'Should I discard everything and follow my original plans?'

'Or should I trick that person again?'

'Nah, that won't do...'

Because it would be quite dangerous since based on the sound of the footsteps, she was sure that there was more than one person. She could fool one or two people but not many. Nuwa didn't want to take any risk, she would patiently wait for more openings. Hence Nuwa thoughtfully looked at the wound face's face who was now glaring at her as if he challengingly her.

'YOU HAVE LOST.'

'SURRENDER YOURSELF.'

'GAME OVER.'

[Note: Unedited chapter.]