A second chance with my billionaire husband-Chapter 1659 - 347: A Modicum of Skill, Show Some Mercy (Part 2)

Chapter 1659: Chapter 347: A Modicum of Skill, Show Some Mercy (Part 2)

"I will not fail," Yan Song declared with determination.

The commander sighed and handed over a document: "This is a unit with the highest level of military secrecy, now it’s entrusted to you. From now on, you’re their chief operational officer. Before taking any action, go meet their commander first, I’m sure you’ll be pleasantly surprised."

Yan Song stood up straight and gave a perfect military salute. 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

The commander’s face turned serious instantly, and he spoke in a deep voice: "I hereby appoint XXX Black Hawk Special Forces Unit as the Black Hawk Counter-Terrorism Special Combat Team, and Colonel Yan Song as the supreme commander with top decision-making authority."

Yan Song’s eyes were resolute: "I will never disgrace." He received the document with both hands.

Leaving the command post, Yan Song sat in the car and opened the documents; inside were profiles of all members of the Black Hawk team, the first one striking him as a familiar face.

Yan Song’s fingers stroked the page, and suddenly he smiled.

It truly was a surprise.

In the bar, the lights shone with a decadent atmosphere.

Inside the private room, all the ladies lined up, subjected to the examination of the eyes opposite them.

One of the women couldn’t help but shiver, praying not to be picked by this demon, lest it’s over...

Only one woman remained calm among them, her pure and serene face standing out amidst the heavily made up women.

The man’s cool hand lifted her chin: "New here?"

The woman gazed back at him steadily, her eyes reflecting the man’s charismatic yet wicked face, lips sealed in silence.

The other women quietly sighed in relief; thankfully, the newcomer was chosen instead.

Manager Sister Chen immediately laughed and said: "Seventh Master has a keen eye, this girl just came in this afternoon, she’s unfamiliar with the rules, please don’t mind her rashness, Seventh Master."

With that, Sister Chen glared fiercely at the girl, "Hurry and pay your respects to Seventh Master."

The girl pressed her lips together, still silent.

"What’s your name?" the man asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Anan, she’s called Anan," Sister Chen quickly replied.

"Did I ask you?" The man’s casual retort nearly scared Sister Chen out of her wits as it seemed Seventh Master had taken a liking to the girl. He signaled the other women to leave quickly, and they rushed out as if a ferocious beast chased them.

"If you give me a million, I’ll tell you my name," the woman suddenly lifted her head, staring straight into his eyes.

He found it amusing; it was the first time a woman dared to look him directly in the eye. He raised an eyebrow and smiled: "Oh? Do you think you’re worth a million?"

Sister Chen immediately glared at her: "Anan, serve Seventh Master well, and you’ll enjoy the finest things."

The man impatiently shot her a glare, causing Sister Chen to smile sheepishly and retreat.

The room was left with only the two of them.

The man sat on the sofa, playing with a lighter, his handsome face taking on a sinister and eerie glow in the flickering light, instilling a sense of fear.

"Take off your clothes."

The girl bit her lip, her face turning pale.

The man sneered with a glance at her: "What, scared? Earning a million isn’t that easy."

The girl walked towards him with difficulty, each step harder than the last, until she stood before him.

Her eyes were clear and defiant, provoking the urge to ruin them.

He smiled before suddenly pulling her into his embrace, the girl gasping in surprise and struggling, only for a large hand to clamp tightly onto her waist.

The man’s body leaned over hers, deeply inhaling: "Still a virgin, huh."

He suddenly forced her to the ground, her knees hitting the floor, pain bringing tears to her eyes as a big hand pressured her head against his waist.

In that moment, humiliation enveloped her, like a slave deprived of dignity, at the mercy of others.

"Unwilling? I’m not the type to force others, go ahead," the man’s cold, mocking voice echoed beside her ear.

Gritting her teeth, she took the initiative to move closer, suppressing nausea...

The man leaned back comfortably on the sofa, stroking her hair slowly.

A few minutes later...

She clung to the toilet, vomiting uncontrollably, while the man leisurely wiped his hands, smiling as he glanced at her: "Your skills are lacking."

Her fingers clutched the toilet edges tightly, holding back tears that threatened to spill.

The man retrieved a check from his pocket, tossing it at her feet: "You’re only worth this much."

She glanced over; it was a check for ten thousand.

No money came easier than this.

The man turned away, not wanting to look back.