Chapter Forty-Six: Night Assault II

Xiao Feng darted through the city streets, tracing the scent left by Kelly and Kerry. Within half an hour, he pinpointed their hotel.

Pushing through the lobby doors, he ascended to the second floor, following the olfactory trail directly to Kelly's quarters. A twist of the unlocked doorknob yielded entrance.

A cold smirk touched Xiao Feng's lips as he slipped inside. The throb of rock music greeted him; his gaze swept the room, settling on the illuminated bathroom. Through frosted glass, Kelly's silhouette swayed rhythmically to the beat.

She was bathing.

His revolver slid into his palm, cylinder clicking open. He advanced toward the steam-cloaked enclosure.

Eyes closed beneath the shower stream, Kelly reveled in the cascade washing away suds—a moment of exquisite comfort, unparalleled on a frigid winter's night.

Abruptly, intuition prickled her spine. She whirled toward the door, brow furrowing as she confronted Xiao Feng's leveled firearm.

Utterly exposed, every curve of her alabaster form lay bare before him. Her sculpted S-line, though modest in bust, possessed an arresting elegance. Lethal intent flashed in her eyes.

Xiao Feng's chuckle cut the steam. "Move, and this bullet finds your heart."

"How unscrupulous!" Kelly spat.

"Unscrupulous?" He edged closer, muzzle pressing against her forehead. "Two against one this afternoon—was that nobility? Settling accounts begins now." His gaze involuntarily drifted downward.

"Eyes to yourself, scoundrel!"

"Temper your tongue. Alone here, should I choose depravity, resistance is futile."

Kelly's lips curled. "Are you even capable? Prove your manhood, if you dare."

Xiao Feng seized a bath towel, swathing her tightly. "Shall we test that theory?"

"Release me, you brute! I'll end you!" Her struggles against the constricting fabric proved useless.

He hauled her from the bathroom, flung her onto the bed, and re-aimed his revolver. "Cry out, Envoy. Does terror silence you?"

Her glare pierced him like daggers. "Coward! Vile sneak! What prowess lies beyond ambushing a bathing woman?"

Xiao Feng's eyes fixed on the distinct dental imprint encircling her wrist—his own mark, deeper than he'd realized.

"Ah, yes," Kelly sneered. "You bite. One wonders if you possess a man's mettle."

Fingers working his shirt buttons, Xiao Feng bared his torso. "Then witness it firsthand."

His belt clinked open. He lunged at the towel-clad figure.

Kelly gasped, unprepared for his resolve. She shoved against him, futile against his strength.

With savage efficiency, he tore away the towel. Skin met skin—warmth, softness—unleashing a primal hunger that shattered his restraint.

Youth and raw desire, once ignited, defied suppression.

Xiao Feng instinctively pressed his lips to Kelly's neck, pinning her hands against the bed as she struggled fruitlessly beneath his unyielding grasp.

Though writhing and crying out, Kelly clung to a desperate hope that Kerry might burst in to rescue her—even as she dreaded him witnessing her degradation.

Unmindful of her anguish, Xiao Feng found himself driven by primal instinct. He shed his trousers, allowing his rigid manhood to spear into her body.

Kelly's parched passage offered no welcome. The violation without preamble tore through her, a searing agony magnified by her virginity—a torment worse than death itself.

In reflexive defense, Kelly unleashed a torrent of electricity through her body.

Currents surged through Xiao Feng's frame, yet to Kelly's astonishment, he remained unaffected, still embedded within her.

Xiao Feng raised himself, having felt the jolt course through him—yet without the paralysis such shocks had once inflicted.

"How?" Kelly gasped, bewildered. "Why does my power not harm you?"

Sudden understanding illuminated Xiao Feng's mind: he had tasted her blood that very day. Could it be...?

A smile touched his lips. "It seems," he murmured, "I now share your gift." Concentrating, he willed his own body to emulate her electrical surge.

Astonishment seized him as tangible currents erupted from his flesh, arcing through Kelly's form.

Her innate resistance spared her injury, but Xiao Feng comprehended the truth: imbibing her blood had transferred her power. The memory of his escape from the laboratory crystallized—his true latent ability was to assimilate others' powers.

In that moment of revelation, Kelly twisted violently from beneath him. Wrapping herself in a scarf, she stared in horrified disbelief as Xiao Feng rose smoothly. "Ambassador," he chuckled, "you have my profound gratitude. To think such power lay dormant within me."

Kelly's voice trembled. "What manner of being are you?"In the quiet of the guest room, Xiao Feng slowly dressed himself. At this moment, he no longer harbored the slightest fear of Kelly's electric powers—she posed no threat to him anymore.

"Thank you for the unforgettable evening. I shall remember it well, Madam Envoy. Until we meet again."

With that, Xiao Feng slung the Blood Ghost over his shoulder and walked toward the door.

Kelly, as if suddenly struck by a thought, hastily rummaged through the backpack beside her. She pulled out the pair of smart sunglasses capable of detecting a person's psychic rank and slipped them on, her gaze locking onto Xiao Feng's retreating figure.

What the intelligent lenses displayed next astonished her once again—beside Xiao Feng's psychic classification, a single letter appeared: X.

What did X signify?

It meant Xiao Feng could not be ranked among the gifted at all.