Biochemical Soldier King

Squeezing into the subway during rush hour is a uniquely agonizing ordeal. Yet, under certain circumstances, it can turn into a peculiar kind of pleasure. For instance, if a stunning beauty happens to be standing just in front of you, the more crowded the subway is, the better.

At this moment, Jack Yang was precisely such a lucky man. An alluring woman in a skimpy outfit was pressed almost entirely against his chest. Initially, Jack considered edging away slightly, but as he shifted back, the woman leaned in closer. At first, he was puzzled, but in the next instant, understanding dawned on him. He smiled faintly, accepting this stroke of fortune that most men could only dream of.

One stop, two stops, three stops...

With every station, a tide of passengers ebbed and flowed, yet this woman seemed hellbent on maintaining her close contact, as though determined to offer Jack a chance to take advantage of her. Jack, of course, knew exactly what she was up to, but he feigned nonchalance, observing this delicately beautiful woman with a hint of shyness in her expression.

After two more stops, the woman finally began to show signs of unease. When the doors opened at the next station, she swiftly exited the train.

Outside the subway, she let out a long, relieved breath, muttering to herself that she hoped he wasn’t a pauper—otherwise, she would have suffered quite a loss. She’d been in this line of work for years, but never before had she paid such a “price.”

In a deserted corner, she flicked her wrist; as if by magic, a black wallet appeared i