147: Chapter 147 Tempting Perfume

"Don't worry, Boss Li. A promise made is a promise kept."

Song Yang said calmly, "Besides, I can also give you a long-term commitment."

Boss Li was taken aback, a flattering smile spreading across his face:

"Please go ahead, Brother Song."

"In the future, whenever you obtain this kind of metal, no matter the quantity, you can contact me."

"I will offer a high price and trade it for any supplies you need."

Once these words were spoken, the last bit of reluctance in Boss Li's heart vanished into thin air.

He let out a long sigh, slapped his thigh, and complained as if pouring his heart out to Song Yang:

"To be honest, Brother Song, I spent nearly a month and countless effort just for these few lumps of metal, only to barely manage a prototype of that knife for you."

"Rather than wasting time and energy on this, it's definitely more cost-effective to trade for some practical items!"

The more he spoke, the more he felt his decision was incredibly wise, and his gaze towards Song Yang grew even closer.

"Brother Song, wait a moment!"

Boss Li seemed to remember something, gestured mysteriously to him, and led Song Yang to an independent iron workbench.

On the iron table sat a crystal-clear glass bottle.

Inside the bottle was some liquid, a bewitching purple color.

"Brother Song, I know you're not the only man in your safe house."

Boss Li winked and said, "For our first collaboration, I'll give you a welcome gift."

He pointed at the purple liquid and boasted:

"This thing was refined from the scent gland of a monster. No one knows exactly what kind of monster it was because it had already been blown to pieces."

"We discovered that as long as you spray this liquid on your body to form a thin mist, those mindless ordinary monsters will treat you as one of their own. As long as you don't attack them, they will basically ignore you."

Speaking of this, he changed the subject:

"More importantly, this liquid has a lethal attraction to women; it's absolutely the best thing for flirting. You can take it back and try applying it to yourself."

"Thanks."

Song Yang tucked the bottle into his chest pocket, "I'll accept this gift."

Returning to the manor, Song Yang first handed the sniper rifle and several crates of high-explosive grenades to Liu Dahai, instructing him to get familiar with the weapons as soon as possible and to formulate a new defense plan.

After arranging the manor's defenses, Song Yang finally walked into the Villa.

In the living room, when the women saw Song Yang return, their gazes converged on him simultaneously.

Song Yang said nothing more and headed straight to the bathroom.

Hot water washed over his body, carrying away the dust of the journey and the faint scent of blood.

He dried himself and took the glass bottle containing the purple liquid from his chest.

The bottle was small. He pulled out the stopper, poured the liquid into an empty perfume spray bottle, and sprayed it lightly twice on his chest and neck.

A strange fragrance instantly permeated the bathroom.

It was not the scent of any flower or artificial fragrance, but a more primitive, more aggressive aura, as if it could burrow directly into one's bones and stir the deepest palpitations in one's heart.

Even Song Yang felt his heart rate accelerate and his blood rush upon smelling it.

He put on a clean T-shirt and casually pulled open the bathroom door.

The scene outside the door made him raise his eyebrows slightly.

He saw Xiao Xue, Bai Jie, Zhang Xinmei, Zhang Yu, and Yang Yueqi—all five women were there, not a single one missing, standing gracefully not far from the door as if they had made an appointment.

Without exception, their faces all bore an unusual flush.

"Brother Song, what is that scent on you?"

Xiao Xue was the first to speak; she was wearing tight yoga pants and a cropped top today.

She bit her lip, her eyes dazed, and her voice was trembling slightly.

"Yeah, Little Song, this isn't a scent that an ordinary perfume could have."

Zhang Xinmei leaned against the wall, arms crossed, in a lazy posture, but her alluring peach-blossom eyes flashed with an unprecedented brightness, like a female leopard eyeing its prey. "What treasure did you get this time? Won't you tell your sister?"

Bai Jie stood a little further away, head bowed, her hands twisting the hem of her clothes helplessly, her ears flushed red.

She didn't dare look at Song Yang, but her body felt weak, and she had to lean against the wall to barely stand steady.

The most unusual one was Zhang Yu.

This beautiful policewoman was glaring fixedly at Song Yang, her pretty face tense, her eyes full of shame, anger, and struggle, as if she were fighting against something invisible.

And the youngest, Yang Yueqi, was completely at a loss.

Her face, which bore a striking resemblance to Yang Mi, was so red it looked like it could drip blood, her small hands clutching her JK uniform skirt tightly, her body trembling.

Song Yang took in everyone's reactions, understanding clearly in his heart.

Boss Li hadn't lied to him; the effect of this thing was even more overbearing than he had described.

He swept his gaze over the five beauties in front of him and spoke in a flat tone:

"What's wrong? Why are you all blocking the doorway? Is something up?"

Song Yang asked, knowing full well the answer.

"Something up? Of course there is!"

Zhang Xinmei broke the deadlock first, tossing her hair with charm; the light in those peach-blossom eyes was almost enough to devour Song Yang.

She took a step closer, her lazy posture disappearing, replaced by an undisguised aggression.

"My good little brother, you, this hands-off boss, have been out for almost a day. Your sister here has been longing for you."

She leaned into Song Yang's ear, her breath like orchids, her voice filled with hooks. "Which tablet do you intend to flip tonight? You can't just leave us sisters here to live like widows, can you?"

Her words were explicit and bold, causing the cheeks of the niece Zhang Yu and Yang Yueqi to heat up even more.

"Sister Xinmei is right!"

Xiao Xue also chimed in. Unlike Zhang Xinmei, who knew how to be circuitous, her gaze was fixed straight on Song Yang.

"Brother Song, you took a shower as soon as you got back, wasn't it for that? Why aren't you taking the initiative today?"

Bai Jie kept her head down, not daring to speak. That strange fragrance felt like countless little hands wandering over her body, making her feel weak all over, barely able to stand.

Zhang Yu, who had been keeping a tense face, now found her breathing becoming heavy.

In her mind, two little people were fighting. One told her to remain reserved, while the other, bewitched by the fragrance, urged her to abandon everything and throw herself into that man's arms.

Song Yang looked playfully at the vivid, alluring scene before him. Five women, five different charms, all revealing their most primal desires under the influence of that purple liquid.

This thing from Boss Li really was unreasonably overbearing in its effects.

He reached out and, amidst Zhang Xinmei's expectant gaze, gently pushed away her body as she leaned in.

Then, under everyone's stunned gaze, he uttered a few words:

"Flip a tablet?"

"Not interested today."

As soon as these words were spoken, the air seemed to freeze instantly.

The flush on the women's faces had not yet faded, but the daze in their eyes was quickly replaced by shock and disbelief.

What was going on?

They looked at each other, seeing the same confusion in each other's eyes.

Usually, when Song Yang returned from the outside and finished showering, he was always vigorous and full of energy. He would inevitably pick a room at random, go in, and without a word, take someone right there to vent his abundant energy.

Today, he even had this scent on him that could hook a person's soul; how could he not be interested?

Could it be that their charm had decreased?

Or was it that he had already eaten his fill outside?

For a moment, all sorts of thoughts churned in the women's hearts.