The woman was tall and slender.
She was wearing a coffee-colored trench coat.
Her long hair cascaded over her shoulders.
She wore red-soled high heels.
A pair of long, well-proportioned legs were encased in sheer stockings.
As she walked, her heels clicked, 'clack, clack, clack'.
These high heels were also a treasure artifact.
As she walked, they could disturb people's minds.
Anyone who heard the sound of her high heels clicking on the ground would involuntarily have many inappropriate images flash through their minds.
Fortunately, Fang Xin was wearing a rustic-looking headscarf, and his own resistance to mental attacks was very strong.
He was still able to remain clear-headed.
The red-soled high heels stopped in front of Fang Xin.
Fang Xin looked at the newcomer.
Fang Xin had seen this face before.
When Shi Tailang and Zhang Yaozu were watching a movie in the dorm, there was a lead actress named Zhao Roujun.
Shi Tailang had even specifically introduced her as his goddess.
Upon closer inspection, it was indeed the woman in front of him.
She played a naive and sweet character in the drama, but he didn't expect her to be quite the opposite in reality.
The woman raised a hand towards Ma Wenbing, and a surge of energy went towards him.
Ma Wenbing's body visibly twitched, then he struggled to his feet, gasping for air.
Ma Wenbing lay on his side, clutching his left chest.
"Damn it! Luckily, I moved my heart to the right side in time, otherwise, this kid would have really killed me!"
"Put your pants on first!" Zhao Roujun said coldly.
Ma Wenbing struggled to pull up his pants.
The blood hole in his chest slowly stopped bleeding under the woman's aura, but the pain persisted, and Ma Wenbing grunted, baring his teeth.
Zhao Roujun slowly bent down and looked at Fang Xin, who was leaning against the wall.
"So young, you killed Ximen Boguang and almost killed Ma Wenbing, impressive!"
Fang Xin pretended to clutch his chest with one hand.
He was already prepared to summon the King of Slaughter.
This woman's combat power was average, but she was followed by a bald, muscular man with a rose tattooed on his head, whose aura was exceptionally fierce.
"Miss Zhao, this kid is a new student from the Ninth Division!" Ma Wenbing stood up, respectfully standing beside Zhao Roujun, and took out a few fruits from his spatial ring and popped them into his mouth, his complexion visibly recovering.
Zhao Roujun raised an eyebrow, looking at Fang Xin with great interest, "A new student from the Ninth Division? Little brother, what's your name?"
Fang Xin stared at the woman so close to him, "You can call me 'brother', but please don't add the 'little' prefix!"
Zhao Roujun smiled charmingly, gradually approaching Fang Xin until their faces were less than five centimeters apart.
She blew a breath towards Fang Xin's face, her eyes seemingly containing a power capable of captivating hearts.
Fang Xin immediately became alert.
This should be a technique of the acting talent, using her talent to make others attracted to her charm and thus follow her.
Zhao Roujun's demeanor subtly changed, becoming mature and intellectual without him noticing.
Fang Xin frowned, 'Damn it, this woman's charm and mental attack are quite different.'
'Damn it! This woman doesn't seem like a good person!'
"Brother, your face is dirty, would older sister wipe it for you?" Zhao Roujun raised her hand, about to wipe Fang Xin's face.
Slap!
Fang Xin immediately grabbed Zhao Roujun's wrist, maintaining his composure and not being disturbed by Zhao Roujun's aura, "Sister, this doesn't look like wiping a face; I'm afraid it's more like crossing a line!"
Zhao Roujun's eyes were gentle, like ripples in autumn water, and she said softly, "You're hurting older sister!"
Fang Xin was already prepared to take Zhao Roujun hostage.
But the muscular man with the rose tattooed on his head seemed to sense Fang Xin's thoughts, and his fierce eyes fixated on Fang Xin, ready to attack.
"Let go of Miss Zhao!" The muscular man roared angrily, his head visibly reddening, as if it would explode if looked at any longer.
Fang Xin glanced at the rose-tattooed muscular man.
It looked like this was Zhao Roujun's follower.
People like this, a few hundred years ago, were called 'brainless fans'.
Fang Xin had once curiously researched that the opposite of 'brainless fans' were 'black fans'.
A few hundred years ago, there was a very prosperous 'Kunmen' which was a typical example of black fans.
Zhao Roujun pinched Fang Xin's face, "Tell Second Brother Kou that I've caught a new student from the Ninth Division, and ask him how to deal with him!"
The muscular man with the rose tattoo behind her glared fiercely at Fang Xin, then took a photo of Fang Xin and sent it out.
Fang Xin was stunned when he heard this.
That woman just said she was sending a message to Second Brother Kou.
His grandfather's previous message had said that if someone named Kou came looking for him, he shouldn't be afraid, as they were 'one of us'.
After a moment of silence, Fang Xin asked to confirm, "Is that Second Brother Kou you mentioned named Kou?"
"Of course, Second Brother Kou's surname is Kou, little brother!" Zhao Roujun pinched Fang Xin's face again.
"The Kou with the 'bao gai tou' radical?"
"Otherwise?"
Fang Xin was stunned again, not expecting such a coincidence.
Zhao Roujun's voice was gentle, "Brother, do you want to follow older sister? Older sister is in an upward phase of her career right now! Follow older sister, and older sister definitely won't treat you badly!"
"We'll see later!"
"How dare you! Don't be rude to Miss Zhao!" The muscular man with the rose tattooed on his head immediately shouted, looking as if he was about to attack Fang Xin.
Zhao Roujun turned her head and gave the rose-tattooed muscular man a cold look, "A Bao, who told you to speak like that! Kneel!"
Unexpectedly, the muscular man knelt down with a fervent expression, looking up at Zhao Roujun like a lapdog, "Miss Zhao, you only need me! Don't look for other followers, I'm willing to protect you with my life!"
Fang Xin had also sobered up by now, scrutinizing the muscular man with the rose tattoo.
He was burly and rough-looking, but unexpectedly, he was also a masochist.
Zhao Roujun ignored the muscular man named A Bao, and looked at Fang Xin with a smile, her two feet, encased in sheer stockings, wiggling slightly, "Brother, do you want to…"
Fang Xin immediately interrupted, "Go be a slut somewhere else!"
Zhao Roujun looked astonished.
Clearly, she hadn't expected Fang Xin to be immune to her charms.
At this moment, various doubts swirled in Fang Xin's mind.
He had just started his mission and encountered someone named Kou.
Were these all coincidences, or was someone deliberately orchestrating it?
If it was a coincidence, it was too much of a coincidence, but if it was deliberate, then it was terrifying.
Not many people knew about Fang Xin leaving Sky Shield Academy.
An hour later.
A knock came at the door.
Zhao Roujun immediately ran to open it.
A man in a trench coat entered, tall and slender, looking capable and sharp.
A Bao, the masochist, immediately stood at attention and bowed respectfully when he saw the newcomer, "Second Young Master!"
After entering, the newcomer's gaze immediately locked onto Fang Xin, and he stepped forward, smiling warmly at Fang Xin.
"You must be Old Master Fang's grandson!"
