I Turned Filthy Rich Just By Sleeping With Women?!

The scream from Han Queying rang in Zhao Yiming's ears like an alarm.

As he turned around, the scene behind him was enough to make him grit his teeth.

She was pinned, her back slammed against the car hood, one of the thugs grabbing a fistful of her hair while the other wound up his bat for a swing.

"Those bastards!"

Zhao Yiming didn't think. He surged forward, shoulder first, crashing into the bat-wielding thug and knocking him to the ground.

The other tried to hold onto Queying, but she recovered fast, she kneed him in the stomach with enough force to make him double over, then smashed her elbow into the back of his neck.

"I got him!" she shouted, wiping blood from her lip.

"You sure?" Zhao Yiming asked, spinning around just in time to catch a boot to his chest. "It's alright if you rest or hide Officer Han. You are hurt."

"Huh, are you seriously saying that? Who's the cop here again?" She lifted her brow, annoyed while he just laughed.

But then the attacker came fast swinging his pipe at them, Zhao Yiming blocked with his forearm, the pipe scraping against his bone.

Pain shot through him. "Damn it!"

But he didn't let go. He spun into the man's guard, grabbed his collar, and slammed his head into the man's nose until it broke and he fell to the ground.

"Damn, Yiming! That head is enough to destroy a wall!" Han Queying is joking.

"I know, it's cool right?" he winked.

Now, only two men were waiting for them as she sighed looking at it.

Han Queying's mood soured fast. "Goddamn it, why do they keep coming? Who the hell hires this many thugs for a hook-up block?!"

"Golden Earth plays dirty," Zhao Yiming said. "They did the same not long ago... Never thought they would do the same now." he grinned.

She shook her head, "They need to be more creative to threaten people."

"Agreed."

The two men in masks looked at each other. Their face couldn't be seen but from the way they moved, they looked pissed.

"Shut your mouth off and listen!" one of them shouts, "If you don't give up on interfering with our boss, we will gonna kill you here!"

The last two came as a pair, one swinging a chain, the other a switchblade.

"Wow, that is scary, dude." Han Queying stepped up and she shrugged, "But you know what happens when you mess with the cop right?"

The two men back off a little when they realize who they messed up with. After all, the order was simple b just hurt them a little and blackmail them. That's it.

But it was too late since either Zhao Yiming or Han Queying wouldn't let them go.

He motioned to Queying. "Take left."

She nodded, already moving.

The chain guy came at Zhao Yiming with a wide swing. He ducked under it, closed the gap, and landed a punch straight into the guy's throat.

The man choked, stumbled, but retaliated with the chain wrapped around Zhao's forearm, pulling hard.

Zhao Yiming winced. His arm was still bleeding from earlier.

He used his momentum to spin, wrapping the chain tighter, and dragged the guy into a brutal elbow to the temple. He dropped.

Only one left.

Han Queying cursed, "You! Asshole!"

Zhao Yiming whipped around. The switchblade guy had cut her shoulder. She was holding her wound, gritting her teeth, but still moving.

Zhao didn't think twice.

He tackled the last thug from behind, dragging him to the ground. The knife clattered away. They rolled, fists flying. The guy got a lucky hit to Zhao's jaw, splitting his lip.

But Zhao Yiming roared, using his weight to pin the thug down. His fists were relentless. One, two, three, four punches until the man stopped moving.

Panting, bloodied, he stood up. All eight were down and the street was eerily silent again.

He looked at Queying. Her blouse was ripped at the shoulder, blood seeping down her arm. Her knuckles were raw.

"You okay?"

She wiped sweat from her brow. "Aside from feeling like I went twelve rounds with a dumpster? I'm fine."

They both laughed, breathless.

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[DING!]

[Quests Completed: Survive the Golden Earth Ambush & Too Hot To Handle]

[$25,000 | 10,000 AP | Han Queying Affection +20| Lust +10]

[2 Perks Point]

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Zhao Yiming gently took her arm, his brows furrowed as he examined the deep gash. "Let's go to the ER. This wound is deep."

Han Queying frowned, brushing him off. "I'd rather go to the hotel... And I'm a junior detective! I can handle this."

She clutched her arm, trying to stop the bleeding, but the hiss of pain betrayed her stubborn front.

"Stop pretending to be strong," Zhao said, shaking his head in disbelief. He pressed around the wound gently—but firmly—just to make a point.

"Ouch! You did that on purpose!" she winced.

"Anyway, just go to a pharmacy and get some bandages and alcohol. You're gonna patch me up yourself."

He wanted to protest. After all, it was a deep, nasty cut. What if it got infected? But he knew that look in her eyes. She wasn't going to budge.

"Fine… let's go."

They walked back to the car. Zhao sighed again—longer and deeper this time—as he stared at the damage. The doors were dented, the bumper half hanging, and the windows had been completely smashed in.

'Can the system fix this too?' he thought bitterly.

Han Queying tapped his shoulder, nonchalantly. "Don't be sad. You're rich, aren't you? Just buy a new one."

Then, like nothing had happened, she slid into the passenger seat with casual ease leaving him standing there, speechless.

They drove in silence to the nearest 24-hour pharmacy. Once inside, the pharmacist blinked at them, two people covered in dust, torn clothes, and bloodied arms. But he said nothing. After all, people learned the hard way not to get too involved.

Though he couldn't help from lean toward Han Queying and whisper in concern, "It's not… domestic violence, right?"

She was browsing the condom shelf when the question hit. Her mouth opened. Then she burst into laughter.

"What?" she laughed harder, causing even Zhao Yiming—who was grabbing a few bottles of energy drinks from the back—to raise an eyebrow and walk over in curiosity.

"Oh no, no way," she finally managed to say between giggles. "He's not that kind of person."

Then, puffing her chest a little with pride, she added, "I'm a police officer. We just finished kicking some gangster ass."

The pharmacist blinked, eyes wide, then nodded with a blushing face. "O-Of course… understood."

Zhao Yiming still looked confused, placing the drinks on the counter.

That's when he noticed something else: Han Queying casually dropped several boxes of condoms next to his drinks.

All in one size.

He frowned, about to ask how she was very confident in his size? But she cut him off with a smirk and a wink.

"Relax. I know when it's big."

He stared at her for a second, stunned, before letting out a helpless chuckle.

She really had no brakes.

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The hotel room was sleek and modern too clean for what they'd just gone through. Zhao Yiming closed the door behind them, tossing the pharmacy bag on the desk and guiding Han Queying to sit on the edge of the bed.

"Alright, stay still," he said, sitting beside her and pulling out the disinfectant.

She winced as he dabbed at her wound with alcohol. "You're lucky I'm letting you do this. I usually scream when people pour alcohol on open cuts."

"I'm doing it gently. You're just dramatic," he muttered, focused on cleaning around the deep scrape. "You're lucky the blade didn't go deeper and cut your arteries."

"I'm always lucky," she replied, smirking.

He grabbed the bandage and started wrapping her arm carefully. The room was quiet except for the soft tearing of tape and the occasional hiss from her lips.

Once done, he wiped his brow. "That should hold for now," he said.

Han Queying lifted her arm, admiring his handiwork. "Not bad. You're good with your hands."

"I've had to patch up a lot of people lately." He sat beside her, reaching for a bottle of water.

"We need to move faster against Golden Earth. They're getting bolder. Tonight proves they're openly trying to get rid of me."

She nodded. "We need evidence and leverage. I'll finish reviewing the CCTV footage we collected tomorrow. If we link the men tonight to Golden Earth, I'll pressure my contacts at the precinct."

Zhao nodded, then looked down at his own bloodied forearm.

"My turn," she said, grabbing the alcohol. "Don't act tough. You flinched when you hit the glass."

"Only because it was my car," he muttered, but let her tend to his arm.

Her fingers were gentle, but the air between them grew warmer. She leaned in a bit too close, blowing softly on the disinfected wound.

"I could get used to this, you know," she whispered, her eyes half-lidded.

"To patching each other up?"

"No," she said, voice sultry, "to having you take care of me after I make a mess."

Zhao raised an eyebrow. "You really don't know how to stop, do you?"

She grinned full of lust as her face was only inches from his. "You stopped me from dying tonight. Now I owe you something... don't you think?"