Chapter 744 - 705 The Feeling of the Wind
A tornado swept past, instantly blowing away the deadly butterflies and all the poisonous pollen shaken from their bodies.
Miss Lili scrambled up from the ground, rubbing her eyes. She stared at the half of the Primeval Forest that had been obliterated, then said in shock, "Oh my gosh, I can’t believe that tornado was just so powerful! Thankfully, we hit the dirt just in time. Otherwise, we would’ve been swept up in it and died without a proper burial."
The beautiful Yu Lan took off her outer clothes to shake off the sand, saying with relief, "I’ve never felt a wind that strong in my entire life. It was terrifying! Luckily, Zhao Rong was right beside me. I grabbed onto the corner of his shirt and held on for dear life. Otherwise, that tornado would have blown me to the ends of the earth."
The beautiful Xuelian scanned the surroundings and looked up at the sky, searching for the tornado’s origin. "I think it must have come from the north," she commented. "You can tell by the chill in the wind..."
As the three women huddled together whispering, Zhao Rong just laughed and pointed to a simple, hand-cranked blower beside him. "Miss Lili, Yu Lan, Xuelian, stop guessing. That tornado wasn’t a natural phenomenon. I made it with this hand-cranked blower."
When the three women heard that the crude, slightly rusty device at Zhao Rong’s side could create such a violent wind, they stared in disbelief. "Zhao Rong, you have to be joking, right? If that thing can really create a tornado, the three of us will give you a striptease right here and now."
Miss Lili stepped forward, unable to believe the simple blower could generate a level-18 tornado. She smiled and said, "Zhao Rong, if that blower of yours can really crank out a level-18 tornado, I’ll perform a striptease so sexy it’ll leave you burning with insatiable desire."
Yu Lan teased him further. "Zhao Rong, stop messing with us. That little thing of yours would be lucky to create a light breeze, let alone a level-18 tornado! But I can say this with full confidence: if you can actually produce a level-18 tornado with it, I’ll give you a twerking performance right here that will blow your mind."
The beautiful Xuelian made an even bolder offer. "Zhao Rong, if you can generate a level-18 tornado with that primitive blower, then I, Xuelian, will be all yours tonight. You can do whatever you want with me, and I won’t resist at all."
Hearing their proposals, Zhao Rong laughed. "Miss Lili, Yu Lan, Xuelian, I know you don’t believe this old blower can create a level-18 tornado. But I’m sure your assistant, standing right behind you, believes that I was the one who created that storm just now."
We’re supposed to be a team. Even if the three women won’t back me up, surely my assistant will. Zhao Rong thought.
To Zhao Rong’s surprise, however, the assistant sided with the women and said shamelessly, "Zhao Rong, I’m with them. There’s no way you created that raging tornado with this piece of junk. In fact, I’ll make a bet with you. If this hand-cranked blower can actually generate a level-18 wind, I’ll strip naked and run a lap for everyone to see. But... if it can’t, you have to give me 10 million US dollars to compensate me for my emotional distress."
With that, the assistant snickered to himself. Zhao Rong, you’re definitely going to lose this one. From a scientific, physical, chemical, or even just a common-sense perspective, there is no way that busted old blower in your hands can create a level-18 tornado. It looks like I’m about to get rich!
The assistant couldn’t help but fantasize. If I win 10 million US dollars from Zhao Rong, how will I spend it all? His mind was instantly flooded with images of the big city’s various bathhouses, spas, foot massage parlors, and seedy dance halls.
But before the assistant’s steamy fantasy could fully form, Zhao Rong started cranking the handle on the blower. He smiled at the three women and his assistant. "Miss Lili, Yu Lan, Xuelian, Assistant... I’m about to start this thing up and generate that level-18 tornado. You’d better be prepared. If you lose, a bet’s a bet, and you’ll have to follow through on your promises."
Miss Lili patted her chest confidently. "Zhao Rong, there’s no way that blower can create a level-18 wind."
The beautiful Yu Lan had already changed into a pair of tight jeans in preparation. "Zhao Rong, I know your machine can’t possibly make a level-18 tornado," she said, "but even if you lose, I’ll still twerk for you. After all, what man doesn’t like to see a beautiful woman twerk?"
The beautiful Xuelian pulled a few Okamoto-brand condoms from her pocket and said shyly to Zhao Rong, "Zhao Rong, even if you can’t create the tornado, I’ll still keep you company tonight..."
The assistant stood there with his hands in his pockets, looking cocky. "Go on then, Zhao Rong. Start cranking. I’d love to see this. If you can actually generate a level-18 tornado, then pigs might fly."
But before the assistant could even finish his sentence, a ferocious, level-18 gale erupted from the machine. It blasted the three women and the assistant so hard they couldn’t even keep their eyes open. They felt as if their clothes were about to be ripped right off their bodies.
After demonstrating its power, Zhao Rong stopped cranking the blower. He smiled at his stunned audience. "A gentleman’s word is his bond, and a bet is a bet. Now, it’s time to keep your promises."