Wu Dahai stared at Lynn. In the kaleidoscopic glow of the arcade cabinets her face was as lovely as it was indifferent—no coyness, no humiliation, only utter nonchalance.

  This woman… definitely not ordinary!

  Wu Dahai's gaze drifted downward—from her face to the snow-white throat, then to the chest wrapped in a white school blouse. The fabric bulged over a generous curve; the second button strained, and if you looked closely you could even see the faint crease of the bra underneath.

  That was a real human girl's bust—an eighteen-year-old beauty in full bloom!

  Wu Dahai swallowed hard—this was no dream!

  The two men nearby glared at him. He knew they despised and loathed him—probably even envied him a little. Yes, he was a sleazy perv, but right now he felt proud to be one!

  Nervous and reverent, Wu Dahai slowly reached out… In another second he would touch heaven itself and taste ultimate bliss.

  A merciless fist smashed into his nose. "Waugh!" He staggered back two steps.

  It wasn't over. Lynn raised a long leg and booted him in the gut. Agony twisted his stomach; his knees buckled and he dropped to the floor.

  Lynn looked down at Wu Dahai kneeling at her feet—still not satisfied.

  She yanked his hair. "Filthy brat, tired of living? What were you just trying to do?"

  Wu Dahai was totally confused. "Wait, wait! You said I could touch, so I—"

  "Touch what?" Lynn asked coldly.

  Skyler realized the secondary persona, Lynn's alter ego Ling, had surfaced. Ling hated men—no way she'd let Wu Dahai lay a hand on her.

  Wu Dahai answered weakly, "Your… chest."

  "A maggot like you? Eat shit!" Ling kneed him in the head with a thud.

  Wu Dahai was hurled backward, toppling several chairs.

  Skyler had been watching the show, but when things got dangerous he hurried forward to restrain Ling—someone might actually die.

  "Ling, let it go."

  "Don't touch me!" Ling swung a backhand slap; Skyler had anticipated it and leaned away.

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  "You maggots! Why'd you drag me here?!" Ling screamed—then froze, her eyes returning to their usual calm chill.

  She glanced at the tense-faced Skyler, then at Wu Dahai whimpering on the floor. "What just happened?"

  "Ling took over," Skyler explained.

  Lynn frowned slightly. "It's fine. Let's continue."

  "Continue my ass!" Wu Dahai—nose bleeding—let Huang Officer pull him up. "You women flip faster than a page in a book!"

  "There was a slight… incident," Lynn said coolly.

  "Why didn't you just say you didn't want me to touch you? I wasn't forcing you!" Wu Dahai was still furious. "Don't think you can do whatever you want just because you're pretty! Hit me again and I'll really hit back!"

  Lynn thought for a moment. "One more match. If you still win, I'll let these two tie me up so nothing ‘unexpected' happens."

  Skyler was stunned: Girl, that's brutal—who's the real gambling addict here?

  Still, he figured even if Lynn lost again, Ling would probably pop out and "renege" anyway.

  All these years Lynn had protected the fragile Ling for survival; at moments like this, Ling, in turn, protected the extreme Lynn.

  After all, they were two souls in one body.

  Skyler exchanged a look with Officer Huang; they chose not to interfere yet and see how things unfolded.

  Wu Dahai's anger vanished, half-believing, half-doubting. I've been punched anyway—one or two more won't kill me, and if I win… dying under a beauty's skirt is worth it!

  He looked at Lynn. "Beauty, you really mean it?"

  Lynn nodded.

  "Let's do it, let's do it!" Wu Dahai wiped the blood from his nose and plopped down at the arcade cabinet.

  This time Lynn was far smoother: sit, insert coin, choose character—done in one breath.

  Still Haohmaru versus Ukyo.

  Ukyo, under Wu Dahai's control, launched a fierce assault, while Lynn stuck to her four moves—standing guard, crouch guard, light slash (A), medium slash (B).

  This time she made zero mistakes; her reactions were measured in microseconds.

  Wu threw everything he had, only to face an emotionless machine; whatever he tried, she produced the optimal response instantly.

  Block. Parry. Or trade hits to chip away.

  He gained no advantage; his life bar always stayed below Lynn's.

  Finally, time ran out—no one KO'd, but Lynn had more HP and took the round.

  Wu Dahai now understood her style.

  In round two he stopped attacking, trying to counter, but Lynn sat with the poise of a seasoned poker player; since he'd already lost one round, a draw was tantamount to defeat.

  Growing desperate, halfway through he struck first—straight into her rhythm. The timer expired again; nobody died, Lynn's HP was slightly higher.

  Two rounds to none—Lynn won.

  Skyler expected Wu to explode—he'd lost and gained nothing—but the punk just froze for two seconds, then stood and slicked back his broom-head hair. "You win."

  Lynn, satisfied, rose. "Interesting game."

  "The chest-touch—still counts?"

  "You didn't win," Lynn replied, deadpan.

  "Fine, a bet's a bet."

  Wu shrugged it off, then looked at Skyler. "Last match—your turn, right?"

  Skyler glanced at Officer Huang, who spread his hands helplessly. He turned to Lynn; she simply said, "I'll go calm Ling," and stepped outside.

  Skyler chuckled inwardly: Figures—the protagonist gets the finale.

  He scanned the remaining cabinets: KOF '97, Cadillacs & Dinosaurs, Denjin Makyo 2, Warriors of Fate, Three Kingdoms, Metal Slug, Hook, Snow Bros.

  He'd played them all as a kid, but mastered none. After some thought, he pointed to a lone slot machine in the corner. "Can we use that?"

  Wu blinked, incredulous. "You sure?"

  "Sure." Skyler nodded.

  Can't beat him on skill—may as well gamble on luck.

  "Uh-oh," Officer Huang muttered, rubbing his temples as if recalling a bad memory.

  Wu smirked, patting Skyler's shoulder in mock pity. "Bro, you've picked a dead-end path."