Chapter 1531: The Red Lips of the Beggar Gang Leader

closed it again."By the way, Qi Shu, you should have your men keep an eye out. Liu Tiannan raised his head and looked at Qi Shu with a serious expression, saying: "Yun Bo was killed. The Yun family l...When they were in the CIA meeting room, with so many people present and even Mr. Newsom there, even though Bella felt a "good feeling" upon discovering a Chinese woman who was attractive to her, she definitely didn't have time to take a closer look at her beauty.

As long as you can remember her appearance and know that she is beautiful, that's enough.

When the beauty appeared again, Mr. Pala only then realized just how beautiful she truly was.

There are countless beautiful women in the world, but all first-class beauties have a unique feature that sets them apart.

Just like Duan Xiangning's hips, Huayè Shén's chest, Hé Lán Xiaoxin's legs, Yue Zǐtóng's — besides boasting, what else about Yue Auntie could make a man mesmerized at first glance

Let's just leave her alone for now.

Just talk about this beauty.

This woman's most striking feature is her lips.

Then the fish was so plump, bright red, like solidified crystal. The first reaction anyone would have upon seeing it would be to grab their weapon—no, that's the second reaction.

The first reaction is to use your mouth, sucking hard and desperately.

A top-tier beauty must have one place that even other women can't catch up to, no matter how hard they try.

When Peila saw her lips up close, his first reaction was to want to take a bite.

He was so terrified, and even after seeing her, he still reacted this way. This indirectly proves just how powerful the allure of a beautiful woman is.

He was just looking at the beauty's lips when he asked her how she got here, and suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest.

How could Mr. Pela's heart suddenly start hurting

Just like being stabbed by a knife.

He was very strange, very surprised, so he slowly lowered his head to look, and then he really saw the hilt of a knife.

This knife handle is custom-made.

"Special" in this context doesn't refer to the material of the hilt, like eternal dark iron or something. It refers to its shape.

This bayonet should have been exceptionally sharp. The guard, with its particularly wide throat, was designed to catch the blood that would spurt out when the blade pierced Mr. Peira's body. Instead of spraying outwards, the blood would be caught by the throat and splashed back onto him.

The beautiful woman holding a knife, but her body would not be splattered with even a drop.

This knife's handle is not only custom-made, but the blood groove on the blade should also be different from that of an ordinary knife.

Otherwise, Mr. Peela would never believe that the blood spraying outwards could be so fast.

As soon as he looked down and saw the hilt of the knife, most of the blood inside his body had already gushed out.

Drained him of his energy.

It was incredibly difficult for him to raise the gun with the same ease as before.

"Wasn't that painful, Mr. Peira"

Her eyes, somewhat elongated, curved like the moon on a cold winter night, resembling a young lover's third wife. Her boneless hands gently stroked Mr. Peila's chest: "But don't worry, it won't hurt for long, it will feel very good, like flying in the sky. Oh, by the way, aren't you curious who Shen Mingxi is pretending to be Let me tell you, just as compensation for accidentally stabbing you."

Mr. Peela's pistol had fallen to the ground.

This thing is too heavy.

It was so heavy he couldn't hold on, so he had to let go and let gravity take it. Only then could he struggle to raise his hand, pressing on the wound, trying to stop the blood from spurting out.

It's obvious that his actions are futile.

Mr. Pila's lips twitched violently before he finally looked at the beauty again.

Her lips were red and luscious, like crystal.

Her words were soft, yet they danced with joy, spilling from her sensual red lips: "He is indeed surnamed Shen. But not from the Shen family of Seoul, South Korea, but from the Shen family of Beijing, China. His name is Shen Kang. Shen Kang of the Beijing Shen family. The Shen in his name, means to resist and fight – like 'resist' and 'fight' together. Shen Kang."

"You, what about you What's your real name I mean your true name, not the one you use when pretending to be a reporter."

As Mr. Perra slowly closed his eyes, feeling his body begin to rise, he heard himself utter these words.

And the beauty with red lips replied softly, "Me Of course, I'm also surnamed Shen. After all, this is something that the Shen family should do. My name is Shen Qingwu. The Shen of the Jinghua Shen family, the light and graceful Shen Qingwu."

Shen Qingwu smiled gently, watching Mr. Peila slowly kneel at her feet, covering his chest with both hands, his head lowering more and more.

Just as Mr. Peila's forehead was about to touch the ground, Shen Qingwu, who was still smiling softly, suddenly raised her foot!

She was wearing red high heels.

The high heel was seven inches long, no thicker than a cone.

With a bang, Shen Qingwu's right foot slammed into Mr. Pila's left temple.

With a dull thud, followed by a sharp crack.

With a dull thud, which of course was the sound of Fine's high heels being forcefully kicked by Shen Qingwu into Professor Peira's head like a sharpened stake.

Clack! That's the sound of a heel breaking.

"The quality of this shoe is really terrible."

When the red and white mingled brain matter flowed out from Mr. Peira's head, Shen Qingwu was instead frowning slightly at the poor quality of her shoes.

Then, she raised her right hand and snapped her fingers.

Then, as Shen Kang walked over, he saw two people galloping towards him from the distant green belt.

Each person was still holding a large paper bag in their hand.

Only after the two men came over did Shen Kang realize they were both male.

He was very strong, but dressed in rags. He had messy hair and a scraggly beard, like a typical American homeless man.

"Boss, your clothes."

The homeless man on the left, with a head slightly tilted upward, quickly glanced at Shen Qingwu before hurriedly lowering his head. The paper bag held in his hands seemed to rise even higher.

"Well. Tom, you're saying that Petra, the one who almost broke your leg last year, is this dead person"

Shen Qingwu hummed in response, but instead of taking the paper bag, she unbuttoned her blouse.

She was still wearing the reporter's suit, a white shirt, black pencil skirt and high-heeled leather shoes.

"Yes, it's him!"

The homeless man named Tom widened his eyes and glared at Bella for a moment before gritting his teeth: "Back then, if it weren't for him, how would I have become estranged from my wife and children, ended up on the streets I sought justice from him, but almost had my leg broken by him! Boss, thank you for avenging me."

Tom said that when he arrived later, he saw a white shirt, along with a black shawl, which seemed to fall to the ground like flowing clouds.

What

What's going on here

Tom, who was kneeling and staring at the soup with his butt in full view, along with the two of them, were instantly dumbfounded. Even Shen Kang froze for a moment before quickly turning around, breaking into a wry smile: "Little aunt, this is broad daylight. There are many cars passing by nearby. What I don't know how to say is that you are guarding me, and your two subordinates as well. To just take off your clothes like this out of the blue, or rather, change your clothes, seems a bit unreasonable, doesn't it"

Shen Qingwu, who was changing clothes on the street, slowly raised her right foot and took off the black bodycon skirt along with the purple lingerie.

Hmm.

She heard someone swallowing.

She didn't need to look, she already knew that sound of swallowing, it was Tom and the two of them sneaking a glance at her with the corner of their eyes.

But she didn't care.

As the leader, it's still necessary to give them some benefits occasionally.

A smart leader knows how to present an illusion of attainable dreams to their followers, enticing them to chase after a fantastical balloon. They would willingly go through fire and water for this dream, giving everything they have without hesitation.

Besides, being glanced at by a younger brother doesn't mean anything. He didn't even touch me, so I wouldn't lose any flesh or anything like that.

Furthermore, a beauty like Shen Qingwu, with such a perfect figure, hiding it under her clothes all day and not allowing men to admire her—ah, this is definitely the biggest waste of resources!

Not only does she not lose anything, but she also gains the drool and fervent, almost crazed gazes of men. She gives them a dreamlike balloon they'd willingly jump into boiling water for. Truly, it's a good deal, isn't it Even someone as pragmatic as Shen Qingwu wouldn't pass up such an opportunity.

To fail to leverage one's own advantages to gain the greatest benefit is what Shen Qingwu finds most contemptible.

Just as she was particularly unhappy with Shen Kang's veiled "accusation", her eyebrows furrowed again. With a flick of her right hand, a lavender lace bra, like a cloud, flew onto Tom's face, carrying the sweet scent of her body.

“Xiaokang, I’ve discovered that you, like everyone else in your family, are particularly hypocritical. What's wrong with me changing my clothes on the street This is called being open and honest. It's far less hypocritical than those women who dress provocatively and alluringly to attract men, yet when they are harassed, they cry out about the man being a hooligan.”

Hearing Shen Qingwu say this, even though he knew his sister-in-law was probably the most free-spirited woman in the world, Shen Kang, facing away from her, could only stare blankly, at a loss for words.

So, I'm never going to be that kind of woman who is clearly a slut but pretends to be a chaste virgin.

Shen Qingwu spoke, taking clothes out from the paper bag Tom held in both hands.

Tom held a paper bag in both hands, its surface shimmering with silver and adorned with intricate patterns. Just by looking at the bag, one could tell it was worth at least thirty dollars.

If such an expensive paper bag holds clothes that aren't worth thousands or even tens of thousands of dollars, most people would probably think it's a waste.

How much would the clothes a homeless person wears be worth

Don't even talk about its value, if you threw it in the trash can, no one would pay attention to it except for beggars.

The clothes that Shen Qingwu took out of the expensive paper bag were just what a homeless person would wear.

Not only was he ragged, but also covered in grease and dirt.

Tom, stealing a glance at Shen Qingwu changing her clothes from the corner of his eye, really wanted to kill this spendthrift woman with a brick.

Shen Qingwu's profligacy ruined her own family.

For such a tender body, shouldn't the clothes be woven from clouds

Perhaps only the clothes woven from clouds could match Shen Qingwu's graceful figure.

But this spendthrift, she's dressed in beggar's clothes that appear even worse than what Tom described.

Not only that, but after getting dressed, she raised her hand to smooth her hair and spat into her palm. She then rubbed the spit on the dusty railing of the sidewalk and smeared it on her face—what a sin, what a living sin!

I really want to smash you with a brick!

When Tom saw the twitching at the corners of Shen Qingwu's eyes, he noticed her doing a breast expansion exercise, highlighting her proud chest. She raised her chin and sighed contentedly towards the sky: "Ah, it's still comfortable to wear this dress. Tom, you guys go ahead first, I still have some chat with my nephew."

Hearing her voice, Tom, who had been feigning bravery by throwing bricks at the wall, was suddenly terrified. He instantly sobered up from his misplaced anger and realized that the boss was truly formidable.

Mr. Peira's anger, it hadn't cooled yet.

Tom would be in big trouble if the boss found out he was unhappy with her — the consequences were unthinkable.

Tom walked a good distance before he finally raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead. He whispered, "Fras, what's our big boss' gang called"

"The Beggar's Gang."

Fras's memory was still pretty good: "The Beggar Gang, in English, means 'the homeless people's home'."

Like the beautiful aunt, please collect everyone: () The beautiful aunt updates the fastest., however, didn't care about her at all. He chuckled and said, "Teacher Su, you said it yourself, don't go back on your word." At the same time, he was thinking to himself, "I thought that after getti...