Chinese Kung Fu?

When Erin picked the washcloth up off the floor for the second time and reached for Thomas' waist ...

"Enough! How long are you going to keep touching." Thomas was completely enraged, so much so that he yanked the towel Erin was putting around her waist, and without even caring if she was still naked, the whole thing spun round and choked Erin with one long arm, with so much force that he could almost pick her up off the floor by the neck.

Erin immediately felt a burning pain at her throat, and it was hard to breathe with her chest tight. No, it wasn't difficult to breathe, it was impossible to breathe at all, so much so that it felt like her eyes were going out of their sockets, and her tongue kept growing out of her mouth without obedience.

Irene knew that it must be very ugly for her to look like this right now; but what Irene didn't know was that Thomas was looking even worse right now. Does this woman have any shame and manners at all, actually repeatedly touching herself around! Especially when her soft and slippery little hands were drumming back and forth on the side of Thomas's waist, Thomas's heart almost jumped out of his chest.

"You ... let go." Having started to think that Thomas was acting, but not realising that the force on her neck hadn't lessened, Erin swept a glance at Thomas in front of her, and all she could see was gritted teeth and narrowed eyes.

He wants me dead! A flash in Erin's mind immediately realised that this wasn't even a filming anymore, and a pair of small hands that were still hanging down on the sides of her body flipped up and clasped Thomas' hands in one fell swoop, her left hand grabbing his wrist to steady her dangling body, and her right thumb pressed hard against the tiger's mouth where the tiger's mouth had been.

The tiger's mouth is a weak spot on a person's hand, if the force is used correctly, pressing down like this can cause the opponent's hand to lose its strength for a short period of time, and it was when Thomas' hand momentarily loosened that Erin violently broke his fingers and disengaged herself from between his five fingers.

"Chinese Kung Fu?" From the moment Thomas noticed the movement of the woman in his hand, to the numbness of the tiger's mouth on his hand being escaped by this woman, judging from her sharp stance and the quickness, accuracy and steadiness of her strikes, this should be the legendary Chinese kung fu.

"Hmph, count yourself wise." Erin retreated to a safe distance, one small hand crossed her chest to make an attackable and defensible defensive movement, the other small hand rubbed her neck twice, feeling that this guy was really not a small hand, if she didn't break free, I'm afraid that she would be out of breath at this moment.

"Wales sent you to kill me?" The result was something Thomas had not expected. He knew that the dukes and lords of the manor in Ireland proper were all a million times more apprehensive about their arrival, but no one had yet dared to attempt something like assassination, and if this woman was an assassin, then Wales had really done something that wasn't smart enough.

"I don't know any Wales, put your clothes back on, I want to see the director." Erin tilted her little face up, trying not to distract herself from Thomas' beautiful statue-like body, and just stared at Thomas in a pompous snarl.

She really should go directly to the director, such a dangerous action although it is considered one of the stunts, but the man in front of him is obviously out too heavy, even if the insurance they do not want to act, tuition can work slowly earn, life is really not cost-effective. Especially just after falling down from the stairs, Irene has a kind of great difficulty feeling, really to the meaning of life and more a level of understanding.

"Director?" Thomas questioned Trick with his eyes as he took the pyjamas handed to him by Trick's butler and draped them over his body, it seemed as if Thomas didn't have a single person with such a strange name in his castle as far as he could remember.

"That's right, get the director here, I'm done with the show, check me out, I'm going home." Erin nodded her head, but couldn't understand why there was not a single shadow of the director or the other theatre workers after all this fuss. A kind of uneasiness climbed the mountain of her heart, vaguely panicking Erin for a moment, and then she looked around again.

The thick stone walls, the deer heads decorating the walls, the large fireplace and especially the lit candles ...

"You're going to check out without finishing your business? I think you should stay and finish slowly." Hearing Erin say she didn't recognise Wales but clearly hearing her say she wanted to check out, Thomas gave a mocking smile, what was this woman's brain made of, checking out before the assassination was finished? Or was she recognised by herself and she thought it would be hard to do it again?

Then I don't mind to give her some more chances, let her stay here and kill her slowly until she draws out the person behind that "director"; Thomas would like to see who is the first person who dares to be the enemy of Baron Thomas of England.

Hearing Thomas' words, Steward Trick gave a look to the manservants on either side of him, and the two of them meandered a little bit towards Erin, and while Erin was still concentrating on studying the ancient and strange decorations in front of her, all of a sudden struck out from the left and right respectively, and grasped Erin's shoulders.

"Still?" Irene smiled contemptuously, her arm, shoulder and waist exerted force at the same time, but it was thrown away in two directions, forcefully bouncing away the two big hands that had already pressed on her shoulders. Although her parents had died early, she had learnt Chinese martial arts from the age of five with her great-grandfather, and had learnt for twelve years, so these two seemingly "formidable" big men might not be her match when they started to fight.

The two tall and robust manservants in front of them were indeed no match for Erin, and were instantly bounced several steps away by the thin and skinny looking her, but froze, wondering if their hands were slippery, or how else they couldn't even grip a young girl.

Thomas, on the other hand, saw it clearly, and his amber pupils flashed for a moment as he quickly rounded the table and drew his saber from the wall, and with a flick of the tip of the sword, he leapt towards Erin with light, sharp steps.

Erin's smugness at her small victory had not yet shown itself when she saw Thomas's movement, and the standard fencing pace and the beautiful fencing that he was pulling out of his hand was impeccable, and seeing that the sword had already stabbed in front of her, Erin was busy sharply twisting sideways to avoid the sword, while at the same time reaching out and grabbing towards Thomas's wrist.

"Trick, give her the sword." Thomas sidestepped as well, and with a flick of his wrist the long, thin, heavy sword was pulled back to block Erin's hand that was grasping at him, while commanding to Trick, who was glaring and watching from the side.

"Yes." Trick came to the wall this time, took the other fencing sword off the wall and threw it towards Erin Someone who could excite Baron Thomas and was worthy of being dealt with by him with a sword, whether it was a woman or not, Trick had some admiration for her courage.