As she was contemplating the possibilities, Emerald’s left hand was closely holding a grenade, and her right hand reached for the trigger. She was planning to find a chance to run away and start vagrancy. The princess wanted Yearwood and her.... She wasn’t sure whether it was better to stay with Patrick Lewis or stay here. “Miss Wilson.” Yearwood’s dry voice interrupted her thoughts. Her whole body was uptight, and her back was covered by cold sweat. Yearwood said hoarsely. “Listen… they’ve made it.” A low whistle came from outside the cabin. Emerald was seized by the sound, then nodded and immediately rushed to the pilot seat, turning on the engine. “You...” She turned around to look at him. Yearwood’s bun was in disorder from sweat. His cloak was still tidy, but his right arm was under his cloak. He was staring at Emerald, holding his right hand still under his clothes. “Miss Wilson, come here.” He turned around to show her his back, “Please hit my lung acupoint. My Soul, there was broken, so if you hit me there, I will fall into a coma.” Emerald walked to his back and asked, “Where?” “Three inches under my right shoulder.” Emerald’s right fist was pressing on his thick back. “Three inches left, one-third of an inch down, half an inch right.” He said calmly. As a modern, untrained person in this aspect, Emerald couldn’t accurately find the acupoint of his body. However, since she had stepped closer to him, the smell was stronger. When Emerald looked down subconsciously, she could see his wet right hand. “Here,” Yearwood said huskily. Emerald was relieved, but just when she was about to hit him, Yearwood suddenly turned around. His black eyes seemed to be burning in fire, looking down at her. “Miss Wilson…” He grabbed her waist, lowered his head, and pressed his hot lips on hers with extreme oppressed lust. “Sorry to offend you...” The moment he touched her, his lips and tongues pushed further into her mouth, kissed her wildly with strength like a drowning man suddenly breathing air. Emerald wanted to hit him in the stomach with her elbow, but it was extremely difficult for her to attack a Kung Fu master. He grabbed her arms, pushing them forward, and then tied her arms behind her back. His other hand pressed on her chest. He pinched her fiercely with strength, making her feel pain. His lips and tongue were becoming even more fierce. She bit him to wake him up, but he didn’t let go as their tongues got covered with blood. He then bit her lips and tongue even harder as if he was trying to eat her.Emerald tried to kick him in the crotch, but it was useless. She couldn’t move because he had rammed her leg between his legs. It seemed that this move had broken his sanity, and his hand, which was holding her hands, suddenly moved between her thighs and began to feel her with great desire and lust. “Boom!” She finally was able to reach his soft spot. His heavy, stiff body was finally soft as he leaned against Emerald. Her third strike had finally worked. She had hit him on the acupoint of his back with the gun. This strike made Emerald breathe heavily since she was weak these days. With great effort, she put Yearwood on the ground. He was in a coma, with his eyes closed and face blushing. Emerald leaned against the glass window and checked that no one was around. She then opened the gate and dragged Yearwood’s body out of the Cheetah. As she put him on the ground, she glanced at him. He was a good man, and his subordinates would protect him. Besides, Patrick may not give them a hard time and maybe would even accept him as his subordinate with his Kung Fu skills. She went back to the Cheetah and sat down in the pilot seat. After pressing the control button, the gate slowly withdrew. Her feet stepped on the take-off pedal. Goodbye, fake Earth; Goodbye, Patrick Lewis. She pressed the startup button. “Beep beep beep....” The Cheetah didn’t take off or tremble as expected; instead, the alarm was ringing. Shocked and frightened, she realized that the control panel showed a problem in closing the gate. Did Yearwood wake up? She immediately turned around and took out her gun. The dark gray gate seemed as calm, cold, and still as usual. On the upper right part of the gate, which was supposed to fit perfectly into the body of the fighter, a human hand was thrust in. It was a woman’s hand with thin fingers and red nails. Without hesitating, Emerald shoots at the hand with several bullets. With several holes through the hand, the blood and flesh had scattered on the gate and floor. Although the hand was supposed to be destroyed and motionless by common sense, it slowly rolled and pressed on the gate. “Emerald Wilson, how can you leave me?” She heard a frightful voice. Emerald saw the mushy hand pressed into the gate, making a mark on the invincible aerospace materials. The princess stepped into the cabin. She had changed into an intact long dress, washed her face and hair, and her soft glow had returned. Despite all that, the blood on her dress was disturbing. Since when had she become a Kung Fu master, stronger than the strongest fighter, Yearwood? How had she been able to stop the Cheetah and tear the gate down with her bare hands?“You are naughty.” She smiled lightly, walking with elegance. Emerald was tired of pretending and the conditions around her, and instead of engaging in a conversation with the princess, she lifted her gun and started firing. Every shot was aimed at the princess’ heart! However, the princess escaped every bullet with ghost-like moves. Her body was by the gate one second and the three-second in front of Emerald. She moved so fast that Emerald think she only saw her shadow. Emerald suddenly felt a sharp pain in her wrist, and the gun slid out of her hand. The pain went from her wrist to her neck when she was lifted from the ground.