Special Forces Princess: This Concubine is Peerless Under Heaven
Chapter 1: A Beautiful Night?!
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A pleasant night?!
A key stronghold in the northwest of the Aolong Kingdom.
Windwhisper City.
On a spring night, a subtle fragrance drifted through the air.
Although it was already past midnight, Golden Street—densely packed with casinos and brothels—was still brightly lit and bustling with shadows.
Lascivious music drifted out from half-open, ornate windows.
Mixed with the soft, sweet whispers of women and the lewd laughter of men, it made this spring night all the more provocative.
In the middle section of Golden Street, inside a high-end private room on the fourth floor of "Heaven on Earth," the most luxurious club in Windwhisper City.
A young man with his upper body bare was lying prone on a soft bed, eyes closed, enjoying the heart-palpitating shivers as a soft brush dipped in slick honey swept across his body.
As the tip of the brush slid bit by bit toward his tailbone, the man finally couldn't help but moan aloud, his masculine instincts rapidly swelling to their peak.
"Little beauty, I promise, tonight will be a... pleasant night that you will never forget..."
Leering, his tone was ambiguous and filthy.
"A pleasant night?! I think so, yes!"
What came from behind was not the timid, submissive voice of the young virgin prostitute whose first night he had bought with a heavy sum of gold.
The voice was low and slow, faintly revealing an unfathomable smile.
The tone was soft and alluring, yet it carried a clear intent to kill.
The voice was not cold, yet it sent a bone-chilling shiver up the man's spine.
Instinctively, the man reached out, grabbing for the sword placed by the bedside.
As an Imperial Knight, his reaction was not bad.
*Pfft!*
In mid-air, a flash of red lightning streaked by.
On the back of the man's neck, a red rose abruptly bloomed.
The man’s gray-blue eyes, filled with terror, suddenly widened.
His right hand, reaching for the sword, froze briefly in the air.
Immediately after, it fell heavily and limply, and he breathed his last.
He didn't even have time to catch a glimpse of what the killer who had taken his life actually looked like.