Urban Villain: The Game of Wealth and Women

{Chapter: 268 Foot massage}

"How can you be so accurate with a sniper rifle?" Chi Qian asked, visibly astonished, her elegant brows furrowed in disbelief.

Lin Yuan responded with a casual, almost mischievous smile. "Maybe it's because you were such a great teacher last time."

Hearing this, Chi Qian was momentarily speechless.

The last time they had come to the shooting range, she had been the one patiently teaching Lin Yuan the fundamentals of firearms—how to hold a pistol, how to control breathing, and how to follow through after each shot.

Yet in the blink of an eye, Lin Yuan had somehow surpassed her—effortlessly outshooting her with a sniper rifle, no less.

Chi Qian pursed her lips in thought. It seemed unlikely that someone who had never handled a firearm could improve this quickly. She now suspected that Lin Yuan had prior experience and was merely playing dumb back then—or at the very least, hiding his real capabilities.

Shaking her head slightly, she muttered, "Why are you giving me the credit when you're clearly more accurate than I am? You should be the one teaching me how to shoot now."

A smirk played on Lin Yuan's lips. "Actually, your posture earlier had a few small flaws. Want me to help correct them?"

Chi Qian hesitated for half a second, then gave a quick nod. "Alright."

Without wasting any time, Lin Yuan stepped forward and gently took hold of Chi Qian's delicate hand, adjusting her grip. His other hand lightly tapped her shoulder and her waist, guiding her posture.

"You probably learned how to shoot when you were younger," Lin Yuan explained. "But your body has changed as you've grown—your center of gravity is a little different now. You should adjust your stance like this… and the stock of the gun should rest here…"

As he spoke, he carefully repositioned her arm, slightly tilted her shoulder, and adjusted her aim. His hands were firm but respectful.

Despite how proper his corrections were, Chi Qian couldn't help but feel… different.

Her small, fair hand was completely wrapped in his larger, warm one. And when his hand touched her shoulder, then her waist, it wasn't unlike how she had touched him before when she taught him. Her heart stirred. There was something unmistakably intimate about this moment.

Chi Qian's shoulders tensed slightly. These areas—her slender waist, her bare shoulder beneath the snug shooting outfit—had never been touched so casually by anyone of the opposite sex. And yet, Lin Yuan did it with such natural ease, like it was nothing.

She rationalized it. 'I did the same to him before when I was teaching… it's not supposed to mean anything.'

Still, her heart skipped a beat. She glanced upward, only to meet Lin Yuan's calm yet deep gaze. His eyes were dark, steady, and so close that she could feel his breath gently brush against her cheek.

At that moment, her cheeks turned a delicate shade of red, a blush blooming across her otherwise composed face.

When Lin Yuan finally pulled back, his hand still lingering near hers, Chi Qian hastily let go of him and took a step back, trying to regain her composure.

"Okay," she said quickly, trying to sound casual. "I think I get the adjustments now. I'll use this stance for my next few shots. But I don't feel like comparing results anymore… it's kind of pointless when the other person is just that much better."

Her eyes flickered away as she brushed a strand of hair behind her ear.

"Let's change the subject. How about we go for some hand-to-hand combat instead?" she proposed with a faint smile. "We made a promise last time, remember? This time will be different."

Chi Qian's pride wouldn't allow her to back down.

She still recalled the last time they sparred. Lin Yuan had somehow leveled up rapidly in the middle of their match, improving at such a ridiculous pace that he ended up winning.

Even now, she believed his victory was more about luck and adaptability than real skill.

Today, however, she was determined to redeem herself. Not just for that sparring loss—but for the string of recent defeats, including the ones at the shooting range.

Since meeting Lin Yuan, it felt like she was always coming in second.

She didn't like losing… especially not to him.

With her fighting spirit reignited, Chi Qian's competitive gaze locked onto Lin Yuan's. This time, she would prove that she could win too.

Gazing at the charming and playful smile on Chi Qian's face, Lin Yuan could easily guess what she was thinking. How could he not? Her thoughts were written all over her expression. She was confident, even a little mischievous, clearly eager to turn the tables after losing to him before.

But Lin Yuan was more than ready. His combat proficiency had long reached the level that could only be described as untouchable. His body had been refined to a peak condition—his physical strength, reflexes, and explosive speed far surpassed those of an ordinary person. Even among trained fighters, he would be an outlier. And compared to Chi Qian, while she was fast and skilled, she simply couldn't match his speed or sheer control in a close-combat encounter.

So, when Chi Qian raised her challenge, Lin Yuan responded with a confident smile and a calm, "Alright."

This time, the two of them headed to a private, designated fighting room—an area designed to host close-quarters combat without outside interference. Lin Yuan had already made up his mind: this match would not be as gentle as the last one. He wanted to try something more advanced—perhaps the 'anaconda choke' or the 'rear naked choke.' Both were powerful submission techniques, more effective than the traditional armlock. However, these techniques would involve more intimate positions—grappling holds that wouldn't exactly appear graceful if witnessed by others.

Naturally, Chi Qian misunderstood Lin Yuan's intentions. She thought he simply wanted to avoid public embarrassment if he lost again.

So he's afraid people will see him lose and laugh at him, she mused to herself with a slight grin. But this time, he won't get lucky.

Chi Qian had always been confident in her combat abilities. She had trained in martial arts from a young age and had rarely met her match. That Lin Yuan had beaten her before—once—still nagged at her pride.

With a smile full of confidence, she looked at him and said, "Last time, we agreed the loser would call the winner 'Master.' How about we make that the wager again?"

Lin Yuan chuckled and replied, "You calling me Master Lin sounds like I'm a foot washer. And if I have to call you Master Chi, I'd feel like I'm in a massage parlor."

"Pfft!" Chi Qian burst out laughing and quickly covered her mouth, trying to hold it in.

Shaking his head in amusement, Lin Yuan continued, "Just calling each other master isn't any fun. It's too easy—just a few words. Let's raise the stakes this time. If I lose, I'll wash your feet—like a real foot washer. But if you lose… you'll have to give me a massage. Deal?"

Lin Yuan had never done something like washing someone else's feet, but he was confident he wouldn't lose. He was far more interested in seeing Chi Qian squirm a little and imagined how enjoyable it would be to receive a massage from her delicate hands.

Chi Qian blinked, momentarily stunned by the sudden shift in the bet. She had never massaged anyone before—it felt personal and slightly embarrassing. But like Lin Yuan, she was confident. She believed she had the upper hand now. There was no way she would lose.

Besides, if she did win, she could always change the terms of the bet later. After all, winning gives you the power to negotiate, right?

Her face reddened slightly at the thought of having Lin Yuan wash her feet, but she nodded decisively. "Alright. It's a deal!"

With the wager settled, the two of them took up their fighting stances.

This time, the bet added a new layer of tension to the match—something a bit more intimate, a bit more personal. Neither of them wanted to lose. Chi Qian, in particular, refused to allow Lin Yuan to take the lead again.

Without hesitation, she charged forward like a tigress descending from the mountain. Her speed was explosive, her form precise. Though small and delicate in stature, she moved with the force and confidence of someone well-trained in combat. Against ordinary people—strong adult men included—Chi Qian could easily subdue them in moments.

However, as she lunged at Lin Yuan with full intent to pin him down, something felt off.

To her surprise, Lin Yuan didn't react as he had before. Back then, he would always be half a second slower, narrowly dodging her strikes. But now, he slipped past her movements with ease, shifting his weight with minimal effort, his body agile like flowing water.

Chi Qian adjusted her stance and tried again—this time a different angle, a faster strike.

But once again, Lin Yuan evaded without breaking a sweat. His movements were fluid, almost lazy, yet perfectly effective.

Chi Qian kept pushing—strike after strike—but Lin Yuan continued to dance around her attacks with a relaxed smile, his hands never even needing to rise in defense.

It was then that Lin Yuan spotted an opening.

With a light movement, he shifted his toes, hooking Chi Qian's ankle just as she moved in for another strike. With a slight twist of his body, he placed his palm gently but firmly on her slender waist.

Before Chi Qian could react, she was swept off her feet—quite literally—and fell to the mat with a soft thud, her back hitting the floor as Lin Yuan stood over her with a playful grin.

"Looks like I win," he said, offering her a hand.

Chi Qian stared up at him in disbelief, cheeks slightly flushed. She had thrown everything she had into that exchange—and still, she was the one looking up at the ceiling.

"…This doesn't count," she muttered, pouting a little as she took his hand.

Lin Yuan only laughed. "Oh, it definitely counts."

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