My Notoriety Spreads Throughout the World

Chapter 568 - 493: Xuedong Ming

A few days later.

In the bright airport, crowds were bustling, and gentle boarding announcements echoed under the glass dome. A man in disguise, holding a briefcase, looked around as if waiting for something.

There were only ten minutes left until boarding. The final flight of the day was from Jiangyue City to Chichu City, and he was eager to leave this damned city, not only because of its accent and the ubiquitous gang wars but also because his backpack contained an absolutely confidential document about "Nightmare Tower City," detailing the coordinates of the Eight-legged Spider Holy Relic.

The man was a frontline Mysterious Scholar, the only person in the world, apart from the Eight-legged Spider Race, who knew the location of the Eight-Spider Ancestor’s remains. No... now he’s the only one because not long ago, he personally ended the life of a colleague he’d worked with for years.

The man’s name was Xuedong Ming, currently a fugitive, wanted at the highest level throughout Chichu Heaven, with all his assets frozen, including a private jet stationed at Red Maple Port. The bounty was tempting even to himself; if the Mountain Crow family found out he was here, the military would storm this airport in no time.

Without a doubt, in Chichu Heaven, where the underworld fancies and personal heroism flourish, being captured and brought back to the Xuedong family was far harsher than death by a thousandfold. The women in that family, pure in appearance, were devils in biological research, and during interrogations, they’d lavishly dose convicts with reagents that sprout spider legs, spider eyes, dragonfly wings, Hercules beetle antennae, stag beetle shells, and a plethora of insect organs.

In Chichu Heaven, the Life Daylight’s human rights bill was dead paper. To avoid being tortured beyond the moral limits of humanity, he must leave here.

Those people who called themselves the Pole Star Association truly had some skills; they actually managed to forge an identity for this top-level fugitive, enabling him to pass through multiple security checks.

Somehow, he felt a bit of heat in his body. The fragrant air aroused his greedy gaze towards the passing girls, whose youthful vitality inadvertently stirred him, making him itch everywhere, yet unable to control himself.

Primal desires emerged from the well of his heart, gradually consuming his reason, making his vision turn crimson.

The thoughts forming in his mind frightened even himself. He wanted to hack those girls into pieces.

Just thinking of the pleas and sorrowful cries they’d make before their deaths made the man instinctively swallow; it would surely be a melodious sound.

"Sir, you don’t look well."

At this moment, a calm yet slightly husky voice came from beside him, startling Xuedong Ming.

The man quickly shook his head, discarding the bloody scenes from his mind, and his vision cleared. Elegantly dressed girls walked past, arm in arm, and a woman with heavy makeup, holding a woman’s cigarette, stood beside him.

Damn it.

How many years had he spent in that observation well?

As a Mysterious Scholar, he had long suppressed his desires through potions, but since leaving Nightmare Tower City, the long-restrained desires erupted like a flood, making him feel estranged from himself.

He struggled to suppress this bloody desire, adjusting his expression to an ’amiable man’ state, awkwardly scratching his head as he looked at the woman:

"Sorry, long years of work are just about to conclude, and I didn’t sleep well all night. Do I look that bad?"

At the same time, he scrutinized the woman before him. Deliberately or not, the strap of this lazy-faced woman’s nightgown slipped down one shoulder, revealing a rosy-white shoulder. Her makeup was heavy, yet it couldn’t conceal her inherent elegance. She wore perfume from the Hong Feng Lake vsaka series, famously called vka among the socialites, produced in Perfume City Gefenier. This perfume didn’t have high annual production; the general populace couldn’t access it, yet Xuedong Ming could confirm.

This woman was a country bumpkin.

Such a clumsy act couldn’t deceive him. They say women’s hearts are like needles at the bottom of the sea, and he prided himself on understanding women’s minds, be they pure student girls, cold-hearted career women, even lonely mature women; from the common folk to the top social elite, he’d encountered all kinds of women.

Before becoming a Mysterious Scholar, he was a perfumer, highly sought after by the upper echelon. Familiar with perfumes, he knew the Hong Feng Lake vka series exuded a subtle allure amidst fresh nature, akin to hunting by the Red Maple Lake.

Often, when drawn by the fresh, natural scent, seeking to know the person better, one falls into the Hunter’s trap, discovering only then that the scent is so rich, intense, and deadly; by then, it’s too late to withdraw, as one’s heart is already enflamed by the woman’s crimson lips.

The Hong Feng Lake vka emphasizes two sprays and one smear: a spray on the neck, another on the chest, then smear the scent evenly across the body.

As for why he called the woman a country bumpkin.

The scent on her was too overpowering, noticeable from afar, likely due to ignorance of the two sprays and a smear technique, indiscriminately dousing herself in it. If she hoped to hunt, the prey would’ve been scared off by the scent long before.

The woman also looked him up and down; beneath his amiable demeanor was clothes neatly pressed and tidy, exuding calm and outstanding presence. Not quite debonair but well-dressed, fitting to her taste.

Upon this thought, the woman’s red lips curled, forming a captivating arc. She asked:

"Are you alone?"

"Yes, is there a problem?" Xuedong Ming smiled.

"A long journey alone can be dull. I’m looking for a photographer who can help capture the scenery along the way, of course, with compensation."

Xuedong Ming internally scoffed.

Such elementary flirting techniques barely qualified as a clumsy hunt, indistinguishable from prey voluntarily exposing its throat to the predator.

Overemphasizing solitude, using the search for a photographer as a feeble pretext, he thought he’d traveled back a decade, tangled amidst the flowers. Such refreshingly unique stupidity.

Yet, he maintained a gentle smile: "Alone, do you need me to help with your luggage?"

Before, he would’ve disdained such an affair, but now, impulses within were near breaking free, with prey foolishly arriving at his doorstep. He didn’t mind savoring a small treat before the real hunt began.

He opted to follow primal desires, planning to find a hotel to kill this woman after the plane landed, in every conceivable way!

The flight announcement sounded, a breeze blowing between the two, dispelling each’s final trace of reservation and barrier.

"Certainly, if you would." The woman cheerfully handed her numerous luggage pieces to Xuedong Ming, licking her chapped lips, "Shall we board together later?"

"Absolutely, to fly into the sky." Xuedong Ming murmured in a voice only he could hear.