Golden Scale [EN]: Chapter 164

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“You really aren’t cut out to be an assassin.” Hou Longtao reached behind his head and fiddled with the silencer on his gun.

“Hmph, how did you know it was me?” A short-haired beauty emerged from behind him; it was Tang Rui.

“You just got here, right? Your scent still lingers in the living room and bedroom.”

“I arrived three minutes before you,” Tang Rui placed her gun on the sink, turned to face him, wrapped her arms around his neck, stood on her tiptoes, and kissed him.

“I still haven’t found my brother.”

“You’re constantly teasing yourself, constantly inducing desires, then suppressing them, enduring and enduring, gradually raising expectations. When it finally erupts, it will be incredibly wonderful.” Tang Rui turned and walked to the bathtub, closed the drain, took off her bath towel, revealing her snow-white back, slender waist, round and perky buttocks, and straight, slender legs. She sat in the bathtub.

“Your expectations are constantly rising; what if I can’t meet them?” Hou Longtao sat on the edge of the bathtub.

“I know you can. Have you forgotten that you once had me in your sniper scope for a while?” Tang Rui stretched a jade-like leg out of the bathtub, her delicate foot landing on the man’s chest.

“Right, I almost forgot, you’re a clairvoyant.” Hou Longtao grabbed the beauty’s foot and kissed it. “What did you see today?”

“Nothing. No one took your brother out of the basement before you did.”

“I can’t figure out what he’s trying to do.”

“He must be trying to use your brother against you.”

“Do you think I don’t know that?”

“As long as Sankou Longxing [likely a Yakuza boss or organization] hasn’t attacked you yet, your brother should still be alive.”

“But I can’t accept him being crippled.”

“That’s beyond your control. What’s the use of just pacing around here?” Tang Rui leaned her head back on the edge of the bathtub. She seemed quite relaxed.

“Sigh, you’re not concerned because it doesn’t affect you.” Hou Longtao got up, lit a cigarette, and sat on a corner sofa. Although this was a bathroom, the facilities were complete.

“It’s not like that; at least I hope you find him soon.”

“Hmph.” Hou Longtao shook his head with a wry smile. “By the way, are you related to Tang Heshan?”

“Why do you ask?” Tang Rui looked at him with a smile.

“Last time I went to talk to him at that restaurant, I thought I smelled your scent, but it was very faint, so I thought it was my imagination and didn’t investigate it further. Now that I think about it, his surname is Tang, and yours is also Tang, plus that scent… I don’t know, just a wild guess.”

“He is my father.” Although Tang Rui wouldn’t actively reveal her relationship with Longhutang [Dragon and Tiger Hall, likely a Triad name], since he asked, there was no need to hide it.

“Your father? Then he is… why would you still…”

“A triad boss? There’s nothing taboo about it. My two older brothers are helping my father, but I don’t want to participate in my family’s business. I usually don’t go to Longhutang’s territory. That day, I specifically went to see you; I only heard you were going the night before.”

“I’m honored.”

“Hehe, good that you know. I

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I was trained in the CIA—seven years of hellish training, hmph.” Tang Rui didn’t plan to tell him about her past, but when she was with him, she always felt a little out of control; telling him some unimportant things didn’t matter.

Hou Longtao didn’t say anything; he decided not to ask any questions, because he didn’t know what kind of questions would cross the line, so he simply let her speak, only listening to what she felt she could tell.

“My grandfather and second uncle were both KMT [Kuomintang, the Chinese Nationalist Party] colonels, belonging to the young and vigorous faction. In 1949, they went to Taiwan and were soon sent to the United States to be trained by the CIA. My grandfather stayed in the CIA, and my second uncle later infiltrated the mainland and was caught and executed.”

Hou Longtao made a deeply regretful expression.

“No need; I’ve never met him. I just know there was such a person.” Tang Rui shrugged. “Influenced by my grandfather, my father worked as a policeman for almost ten years, found it boring, and switched to running a gang, and he’s doing pretty well. My two older brothers and I were born in the United States, but my parents attached great importance to instilling Chinese culture in us, not only learning Chinese but also reading many books about China. Hmph, I really hated them back then.”

“Kids are playful; it’s understandable.” Hou Longtao remembered how his family forced him to learn piano and English when he was young, and he could understand what she meant.

“As my two older brothers grew up, they naturally began to get involved in the family business, and they didn’t complain. Maybe men are born to want to be gangsters. From the age of ten, all I thought about was being able to break away from the constraints of the family, especially after my mother passed away. In 1990, when I was thirteen, the US government was particularly keen on carrying out peaceful evolution in China, or even non-peaceful evolution. The CIA established a secret project, selecting Chinese teenagers for special training and sending them back to the mainland for espionage and assassination when the opportunity was ripe.”

“That’s also considered a new trick?” Hou Longtao still couldn’t overcome his curiosity. “Didn’t the KMT and CIA always have this kind of project?”

“Not training them from childhood. This time, the CIA invested heavily to cultivate real elites. My grandfather was extremely disappointed in my father, but he was still his son, and his only son, so there was nothing he could do. He knew I wasn’t happy at home. Although he had retired, he still had many friends in the bureau. He asked me if I wanted to join that project. I agreed without even thinking, as long as I could leave home. My grandfather recommended me to the CIA, and I was trained for seven years; it wouldn’t be an exaggeration to call me a killing machine. But…” Tang Rui said, a sly smile appearing on her face.

“What’s wrong?”

“Have you forgotten why I racked my brains to leave home?”

“Your rebellious psychology is very strong, especially not wanting others to control your thoughts.”

“You’re so understanding.” Tang Rui pouted at him. “The more those American instructors demonized China, the more I liked China. Of course, I don’t have any good feelings towards the Communist Party.”

“Why?”

“Because it doesn’t respect human rights.

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”

“How does it not respect human rights?”

“Just the family planning policy, forcing women to have abortions. The right to reproduce is a woman’s most basic right.” Tang Rui’s view represented the thinking of most Americans.

“Which is more important, the right to survive or the right to reproduce? I think it’s the right to survive, right?”

Tang Rui nodded.

“China already has 1.3 billion people. If it weren’t for the family planning policy, there would be at least another 500 million; where would we find so much food and so much space to feed 1.8 billion people? Population explosion has only one solution: external expansion. Can you imagine the consequences of a country with 1.8 billion people launching a war of aggression? Can you imagine the enormous disaster that would bring to the world? China’s family planning policy not only gave the Chinese people a way out but is also the main reason why World War III hasn’t broken out yet.” Hou Longtao spoke eloquently, because this wasn’t the first time he had said these words. When he was in college, he gave a speech in Speech Class on the human rights situation in China, including family planning. “As for the Americans, they seem to be like the Chinese in the 50s and 60s, regarding having many children as an honor and constantly promoting it on TV. For every newborn in the United States, seven newborns in poor countries will starve to death. No right can completely override all other rights, including human rights.”

“Hmph, I’m not going to talk to you about these boring questions. Hmm…” Tang Rui got up from the bathtub, walked into the shower, and rinsed off the foam.

Hou Longtao looked at her soft and graceful body; his little brother had already pitched a tent, but he really couldn’t bring himself to passionately make love to her right now. “Then let’s talk about something else; continue with your CIA story.”

“I don’t want to, maybe another day.” Tang Rui put on her underwear.

“You didn’t just come here to take a shower, did you?”

“Can’t I? Can’t I just come to see you? I thought we were good friends.”

“Of course you can; we are definitely good friends.” Hou Longtao got up, held her shoulders, and kissed her forehead.

“Hmph, I came to tell you that there are very sharp contradictions between Longhutang and Sankou-gumi [likely a Yakuza organization]. If you need Longhutang’s help in the process of eliminating Sankou Longxing, my father and they will support you.”

“Aren’t you not involved in your family’s business?”

“My father knew we would meet today; I’m just delivering a message for him.”

“What are the contradictions between Longhutang and Sankou-gumi?” Hou Longtao helped her fasten her bra hook.

“You really are curious,” Tang Rui patted his cheek, put on her jeans, the tight fabric revealing the curves of her round buttocks. “Curiosity kills the cat.”

“You die faster if you don’t know anything, dying stupidly. Besides, with my current status, knowing a little more isn’t dangerous.”

“Okay, okay, you’re a big shot.” Tang Rui nudged him with her perky butt. “Longhutang’s main area of activity is Chinatown and the surrounding area, and its foundation is very solid. No other gangs operate in its territory. Longhutang is not a bandit gang but a very organized large enterprise, so

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members are prohibited from selling drugs on the street, whether it’s marijuana or heroin; they only do large-scale wholesale. As a result, a large number of retail customers in Chinatown have to go outside Chinatown to find goods, which is inconvenient and unsafe. If someone can provide retail goods in Chinatown, customers wouldn’t mind if the price is slightly higher.”

“Sankou Longxing wants to squeeze into Chinatown?”

“Is it that obvious?”

“Not too hard to guess.”

“He wants to occupy the Chinatown market; of course, there will be friction with Longhutang, and people on both sides have been injured. He withdrew for a while, probably recently felt that the time was ripe, and set up a scheme to kill with a borrowed knife. Sankou-gumi found a group of Chinese to help them sell drugs in Chinatown, but this time it’s no longer like last time; last time they would avoid the police and confront Longhutang head-on. This time, these Chinese quickly retreat as soon as they see Longhutang people, but they are just pretending to avoid the police, making it clear that they want the police to know that Chinese people have started selling drugs in Chinatown.”

“Luring the police to deal with Longhutang.” Hou Longtao knew that the American police weren’t fools either; of course, they could find out that those people weren’t Longhutang’s subordinates, but the police only needed an excuse to make things difficult for the triads, and Sankou Longxing was providing that excuse.

“Hmph, Sankou-gumi has quite a bit of influence in the Los Angeles Police Department,” Tang Rui curled her lips. “Fortunately, Longhutang isn’t a pushover either and has managed to fend off the harassment from the police in the past few days. We’ve investigated; those Chinese are from the Sanlianbang [Three United Gang, a Taiwanese Triad]. The Sanlianbang hasn’t developed in the United States; Sankou-gumi specifically brought them from Taiwan.”

“Isn’t it because the conflict between your father and Sankou-gumi led to you hating the Japanese, and then you and I happened?”

“You think too highly of me.” Tang Rui picked up the pistol on the sink and twirled it with one finger…

It had been raining intermittently in New York for the past few days, as if to wash away the filth of this crime-ridden city.

The sky was already dark, and Tian Donghua slowly walked out of the hotel door. He didn’t carry an umbrella, letting the dirty rain fall on his head and his expensive suit worth thousands of dollars.

The man walked aimlessly to the street corner. He lowered his head and didn’t notice that the pedestrian crossing light was showing a hand [meaning ‘don’t walk’]. Just as he stepped off the curb, a taxi honked its horn and sped past him.

“Ah!” Tian Donghua cried out softly and sat down on the sidewalk. He raised his head, his eyes and face were full of water; he didn’t know if it was tears or rain. His lower lip was bitten by his upper teeth, leaving a deep wound, and blood was constantly flowing out.

The man didn’t get up but just sat there on the ground, hugging his head with both hands, crying “呜呜” [onomatopoeia for sobbing].

After a long time, Tian Donghua staggered to his feet, took out his phone, and dialed a Los Angeles number, “I want five people.” There was no longer any pain on his face…

Hou Longtao received another call from Feng Jie, “Did Yu Qian call you again?”

“She just called once last night. You still haven’t been able to contact her?”

“That girl is really going to be the death of me; every time I call her phone, it’s global roaming. Did you help me ask her

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?”

“Of course, I asked; she’s just still angry with you.”

“Does she say where she is?”

“She won’t say, probably knows you’re all-powerful or is deliberately hiding from you.”

“Sigh, she’s really not considerate of me.”

“Qian is quite willful; let her have some peace for a few more days.”

“That’s all I can do.”

“Anyway, at least we know she’s safe and sound. Wait until you’re done with what you’re doing and then coax her properly.”

“Yeah, yeah. How are your and Yunyun’s visas coming along?”

“Still processing. Yunyun’s is easy; I have a military passport. Although all departments are giving the green light, no procedure can be omitted; it’s a bit cumbersome, the time will be a little longer, but it’ll be soon.” When Feng Jie mentioned America, she probably thought of being able to be intimate with her lover without restraint, and her voice became a little excited…

In the inpatient department of a hospital in Las Vegas, only a few nurses were on duty after nightfall.

In a double room on the top floor, there were two female patients lying in bed. The one on the inside was an old woman in her sixties, and the one on the outside was a blonde beauty, only in her twenties, with a high bulge under the thin quilt at her chest. Both of them had peaceful expressions, in a state similar to deep sleep.

A man pushed open the door and entered the ward, turned around and closed the door, stood in front of the blonde beauty’s bed, looked down at her, and pushed her shoulder.

The woman didn’t even react, let alone wake up.

The man raised his hand and slapped her face.

After a crisp sound, the blonde beauty’s body tilted a little, her head turned to the inside, but she was still unconscious, and there was no painful expression on her face. The man’s eyes behind his black-rimmed glasses revealed a fierce light. He looked down and punched her hard in the abdomen.

The blonde beauty’s upper body and legs were folded in half, but as soon as the man took his hand away, her head fell back on the pillow.

“Hmm…” The man frowned and let out a heavy breath, his disappointment overflowing.

Because of the two blows, the blonde beauty’s body moved, and the thin quilt was no longer tightly covering her body as before but revealed her chest, and the buttons on the front of her hospital gown were also open, revealing her snow-white breasts and deep cleavage. Naturally, these didn’t escape the man’s eyes. He narrowed his eyes, grabbed her breasts hard through the hospital gown with both hands, kneading them roughly, and completely unbuttoned her clothes. There was no bra inside, making it easy to grab and pinch her round breasts wildly.

The blonde beauty’s expression still didn’t change, as if she didn’t know someone was molesting her body.

The man grabbed two hard nipples and twisted them hard, then pulled them up, stretching her breasts into an oval shape, and then let go, causing them to bounce on her chest, repeatedly several times.

The man’s eyes were full of playful expressions. He used both hands, starting to slap the blonde beauty’s breasts, the “噼哩啪啦” [onomatopoeia for slapping sound] echoing in the ward.

The woman’s originally snow-white breasts had been beaten red before the man stopped. He climbed onto the bed, put one of the beauty’s nipples in his mouth, sucked it desperately, and reached into her loose hospital pants with his right hand. There were no panties inside, and he directly touched the clitoris protruding from the foreskin.

When the blonde beauty’s breasts had basically returned to their normal color, the man pulled his right hand out of her pants and abused her breasts again, pinching her delicate flesh hard, causing bruises.

The man sat down, grabbed the woman’s right breast with his left hand, pulled down her pants with his left hand, turned around, knelt beside her, supported her plump labia with his left hand, and easily inserted two fingers of his right hand into her already lubricated vagina.

The blonde beauty was completely unaware that she was being sexually assaulted; her expression was always very peaceful.

The man’s fingers began to move violently, making a “咕叽咕叽” [onomatopoeia for squelching sound] obscene sound in the woman’s body, and a large amount of fluid splashed out of her hole.

“Slut.” The man pulled out his hand and shook it, still dripping with fluid onto the beauty’s thigh.

The man smeared the secretions on his hand on the woman’s face, took off his pants, took out a condom from his wallet, put it on his surprisingly large penis, put her two slender legs on his shoulders, grabbed her soft and full breasts with both hands, arched his hips forward, and with a “嘶” [onomatopoeia for a sharp intake of breath] sound, his thick penis was completely inserted into her vagina.

“Damn bitch, you’re asking for it.” The man gritted his teeth fiercely and started with a storm-like thrust, his big dick ruthlessly ravaging the beauty’s delicate hole, each entry using all his strength, and he could clearly feel the hard impact on her uterus.

The blonde beauty’s breasts shook with the man’s fierce thrusting, and the bed underneath her shook violently, “咯吱咯吱” [onomatopoeia for creaking sound] as if it was about to fall apart.

The man turned the white girl over, and there were four scars on her back, one of which was in the area of her heart. But the man didn’t care about these; he opened the blonde beauty’s plump and perky buttocks, revealing her watery hole, and continued to stab her wildly. The man grabbed the beauty’s golden hair, pulled her head back, causing her upper body to bend back as well, no longer pressing her breasts under her body, making it easier for him to knead them. This fucking position was a bit strenuous; the man didn’t adjust well, and his big dick came out of her vagina. He rolled off, hung the woman’s waist on the edge of the bed, put her legs in a kneeling position, then threw the pillow on the ground, knelt on it, grabbed her buttocks with his left hand, and squeezed his big dick covered in fluid into her tight asshole with his right hand.

European and American women not only have vaginas that are wider than those of Asian women, but their anuses are not as tight either. With a lot of fluid as lubrication, it wasn’t too difficult to do, and with the man being strong and not caring about the other person’s feelings, he was still fucking her fiercely.

After playing with her backdoor for a while, the man changed back to normal fucking, wildly fucking her from behind, only increasing the depth and strength, “I’m gonna fuck you to death, I’m gonna fuck you awake.”

Although the man was shouting, the blonde beauty still didn’t react, just letting him go in and out of her body, letting him use her youthful and full body to vent his desires, grievances, and hatred.

The man fucked faster and faster, harder and harder. He gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, and started slapping the beauty’s white ass. He knew he was reaching his limit. What he didn’t know was that because he was fucking so fiercely this time, and the duration was a bit long, the condom had broken, exposing the middle part of his penis, and now his glans was directly hitting her uterus.

“Ah… ah… ah…” The man let out a series of low roars, his broad back convulsing intermittently, and a large amount of hot semen spurted out of his urethra, violently hitting the depths of the blonde beauty’s vagina, quickly filling her up.

The man let out a long breath and slowly pulled his dick out of the woman’s body, surprised to find that a large amount of semen was gushing out of her vagina.

“Damn it.” The man tore off the tattered condom wrapped around his dick and threw it aside, turned the woman’s limp body over, pinched her mouth while rubbing her breasts, and shoved his big dick in.

“Hmm…” The blonde beauty suddenly made a sound, and her brows furrowed.

“Ah!” The man was startled by this sudden change, jumped back, staggered, and took a few steps back. With a “咚” [onomatopoeia for thud] sound, he crashed heavily into the door.

“What’s wrong!?” Someone pushed the door open, and two identical top-notch oriental beauties rushed in, protecting the man…(How Could a Golden Dragon Be Confined to a Pond?)