Chapter 386: Web of Blood and Seduction

Under dim lighting, the corridor carpeted in dark red exuded a faint hint of perfume.

In the silent inner hallway, the sound of hurried breathing could be faintly heard.

Footsteps were absorbed by the plush red carpet, leaving only a woman’s breath and heartbeat.

Clinging to Yenir’s shoulder, Blood Nightingale held on like an octopus—her slender legs tightly pinched the youth’s waist, and her gripping hands on his shoulders seemed determined not to let go.

Her loose strands swayed with each step; from afar, they looked like an inseparable couple, desperate to remain intertwined every moment.

In that intimate posture, Blood Nightingale felt an all-over heat rising within her.

Her heart pounded wildly, as if it would burst out of her chest.

Yet, as she gripped under Yenir’s robe with her back turned, only a suppressed murderous intent gleamed in her eyes.

If one ignored those hate-filled eyes, the scene resembled an innocent maiden, nervously and coyly led by her beloved into a hotel, unaware of what lay ahead.

What was utterly absurd was that both she and Yenir harbored the intent to finish each other—no quarter given.

“Miss Blood Nightingale, you seem rather excited,” he remarked.

“I feel like I’ve seen you somewhere before,” she replied.

Barely needing to hold her close, Yenir chuckled softly and feigned puzzlement as he inquired.

His right hand swept through her hair, his delicate fingertips purposefully sliding along her neck before resting against her spine.

Under this seemingly flirtatious gesture, the Blood Wolf Leader shuddered violently, as if a jolt of electricity was racing from the base of his spine.

“No… no…”

“I… I just…”

Startled, Blood Nightingale instinctively tried to explain, masking her nervousness as the murderous glint in her eyes swiftly faded. When Yenir paused in his questioning, she mistakenly assumed he had detected her intensity.

Everything was going perfectly; once the scent tracking her faded away, she could instantly snap Yenir’s head off!

But barely had the words left her lips before regret set in.

She was meant to be the seductress among the powerful—how could she be so flustered and stutter her speech?

She was supposed to be in control, seducing Yenir with mature allure and not caring if a beautiful story unfolded tonight. After all, she was several years older than Yenir.

Overwhelmed by her own nervous excitement and the imminent blood feud reward, she couldn’t help but lose her composure.

She relaxed her body and lowered her taut, ready-to-strike foot, hoping to dispel Yenir’s suspicions. Unaware that his hand on her spine meant something entirely different, she quickly readjusted her demeanor with a coquettish smile.

“Sister just likes you too much…”

“The moment I laid eyes on you, I wanted to devour you…”

As she spoke, Blood Nightingale pressed her body even closer, leaning in to whisper against Yenir’s ear.

“Are you feeling a bit uncomfortable…”

“Once we’re inside and strip off these, you won’t feel so confined… Sister’s body is so soft…”

She gently nibbled his earlobe.

Her voice dripped with irresistible seduction and suggestiveness—no man could likely resist her charms.

Sure enough, Yenir’s breathing quickened as her words took effect, erasing any lingering doubts. The youth, unable to contain himself any longer, strode confidently toward the prepared suite.

“Sister, you’re amazing. I can hardly wait…”

Yenir responded with feigned excitement, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

Yet behind the act, no one knew what he was truly murmuring in his heart.

Damn, this cursed woman’s determination to kill him was overwhelming…

To think she could actually say such things…

And devour him? Perhaps she wanted to extract his brains and mix them with intestines…

Yenir knew all too well that as the Blood Wolf Leader from the Farming Team, the more obedient and accommodating she was now, the more vicious she would be when it was time to strike. A person who would devour everything without remorse, pretending to love you before delivering the fatal blow.

For a moment, Yenir couldn’t help but marvel—offending the Blood Wolf Leader to this extent was an art in itself.

“Once we’re inside, this cursed woman will probably force me to strip off my gear…”

“As long as Uncle Liang’s presence lingers, she won’t dare to act.”

“If Uncle Liang were to vanish for a moment, I’d have to show my true strength. Otherwise, even if he coerced her into cooperating, she’d wait for his absence to strike at me…”

“To keep her hopes alive, knowing she can never truly kill me, this old woman would never miss an opportunity to take me down…”

“It’s like bargaining with a tiger… at worst, it’s just a mad cat.”

Constantly running through scenarios, Yenir quickly rehearsed his next move, pondering how to win her over.

He needed to land one decisive blow—and without making too much noise.

If it hadn’t been for Tang Hai telling him that this cursed woman seemed to be pursued by Yinglong, he would have taken her out at first sight. But now, struggling to get solid evidence, the Blood Wolf Leader arriving on the scene presented a rare opportunity!

“This woman ran from the Inner Battle Zone to here—does that mean her roots are here, or did she flee to this place?”

“According to Tang Hai, she only recently appeared in the Far Frontier, drifting among various commanders… It seems she’s low on resources?”

“Especially since all her equipment has been stripped away. As a member of the Farming Team, this Awakener has no savings… Rebuilding a team demands resources beyond measure.”

“Strength suppression, background control, the lure of benefits… getting this woman to work with me is incredibly challenging…”

“But there’s still hope. Her thirst for power eclipses everything else.”

Constantly analyzing Blood Nightingale’s predicament, Yenir searched for what she truly needed—a chink in her armor.

He was well aware that the cursed woman’s murderous desire to kill him had become nearly frenzied, yet he remained confident; in this world, there are no eternal enemies—only everlasting interests.

Their feud boiled down to her wanting to kill a Blood Wolf member, casually teasing him in the process.

Yenir doubted that Blood Nightingale would actually care about the death of her subordinates, and as for the teasing…

At worst, he could sacrifice a bit of his charm to let her vent her anger…

It would be either death or cooperation—he was sure that this woman knew what to do.

“Thud.”

A soft step halted at the heavy red door of the suite. Yenir steadied himself as a playful smile tugged at his lips.

Meanwhile, the Blood Wolf Leader, who had been similarly plotting ways to kill him, suddenly snapped back to reality as the head resting on his shoulder lifted.

Both knew it.

The battlefield.

It had arrived.