[Urban] Urban Special Forces (My Perfect Wives) (Complete) - Chapter 38

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After taking a shower, Zhang Zilong came out wearing his floral shorts. When he came out, Zhang Xianjing was washing clothes next to the washing machine. When she washed Zhang Zilong's clothes, although she was still shy and blushed, she didn't show any disgust. Instead, she looked happy, like a little wife.

Zhang Zilong sat in front of the TV watching TV. It was already ten o'clock. He was listening to the news broadcast on T City TV. The female host, who was said to be very popular in T City, was reporting in her unchanging voice: "Dear viewers, this is the hourly news report. First, let's look at the first item. According to the unified planning of the municipal party committee and municipal leaders, the pedestrian street park, which has been planned for half a year, has started construction. The purpose of this park is to provide a place for citizens to relax. It is a measure to serve the citizens. This is also a manifestation of the municipal party committee and leaders implementing the Party Central Committee's concern for people's livelihood. This pedestrian street park is a completely free public place. It is understood that the total investment in this park is 80 million yuan, which is entirely borne by the municipal party committee." The park will not charge citizens any fees and will be able to accommodate 5,000 people after completion, providing a great place for citizens to enjoy leisure activities. According to the person in charge of the municipal party committee, not only will this garden-style park be completed, but a large hotel will also be built next to it. This hotel is different from ordinary hotels; it is a rural hotel that will be built in accordance with the concept of rural style. This design concept is the first of its kind in the country and even the world. This concept was jointly invested by the municipal party committee and municipal leaders and a private entrepreneur to relieve the increasing pressure of life for citizens. It is believed that once completed, this rural hotel will be a great place for friends who are tired of the fast-paced urban lifestyle.

Zhang Zilong was surprised to see his still-developing hotel featured in the news. He secretly admired his father's brilliant move. Not only did his father give him free advertising on the national news, but he also established a reputation as a joint venture between the government and a private enterprise. Regardless of the actual impact, firstly, having the municipal party committee as the de facto owner would save him a lot of trouble. At least the so-called Industry and Commerce Bureau wouldn't dare cause any trouble, and local bullies, who are usually encountered when running a business, would be even less likely to try to infringe on the municipal party committee's name. Most importantly, the government's undisclosed spending on food and drink is enormous, and once the municipal party committee's name is mentioned, many people seeking favors or connections with the municipal party committee will automatically choose this hotel for their spending. Why? Because when people think of municipal party committee investment, they generally think that the hotel's profits will definitely be shared by the main municipal party committee leaders. Nowadays, no one is foolish enough to offer bribes directly. Instead, they take a roundabout approach, such as spending money to entertain guests and spend a lot of money to make the hotel earn more. Since the municipal party committee is the behind-the-scenes boss, this money is nominally for meals, but in fact, it is putting money into the pockets of those in power in another way. Zhang Zilong has to admire his father's skills and shrewdness. No wonder it is said that officials are all shrewd people. This statement is absolutely true. At least Zhang Zilong admits that he would never have thought of this. According to the report, his hotel should have started construction. In a month or so at most, all the preliminary things can be completed, and then he can just wait for the opening.

Zhang Xianjing had finished washing and hanging up the clothes and came out. Seeing Zhang Zilong watching TV, she said, "Zilong, you have to go to work tomorrow, right? Go to sleep early. You can sleep in the bed tonight, and I'll sleep on the sofa in the living room." Her face flushed red, whether from shyness because there was only one bed or from what had just happened

, it was hard to tell. Seeing Zhang Xianjing's adorable shy expression, Zhang Zilong suddenly felt a surge of passion. He grabbed the remote, turned off the TV, and without a word, went over and picked Zhang Xianjing up, whispering in her ear, "Why sleep on the sofa? Your bed is big enough for both of us."

He carried her into the bedroom. Once in the bedroom, Zhang Zilong couldn't resist pulling her into his arms. She fell against him, his hard penis pressing against her buttocks. Zhang Xianjing exclaimed, "What are you doing?" Zhang Zilong didn't know how to answer, but since things had already come to this, he stared into her eyes and said, "I love you!" Zhang Xianjing shyly lowered her head. Seeing that Zhang Xianjing didn't object, Zhang Zilong unceremoniously pulled her into his arms, trembling with nervousness. Zhang Xianjing glanced down at Zhang Zilong from time to time, noticing the change in his penis, her face flushing even more.

Lying uneasily in Zhang Zilong's arms, her expression showing some panic, Zhang Zilong gently pressed himself against her. Zhang Xianjing seemed very frightened. He gently stroked her hair and said, "Xianjing, relax, I'll be good to you!" Zhang Xianjing slowly calmed down, clinging tightly to Zhang Zilong. She looked up, and Zhang Zilong gazed into her clear eyes, then kissed her.

"Mmm~" Zhang Xianjing murmured softly. Wasn't this a form of encouragement for Zhang Zilong? Zhang Zilong gently pulled Zhang Xianjing into his arms, their faces pressed together. Zhang Xianjing's curvaceous figure, her ample breasts pressed against Zhang Zilong's, made his breath quicken. He whispered in her ear, "You smell so good! Your skin is so soft." Zhang Zilong began kissing Zhang Xianjing's soft lips. His hands naturally caressed her back and her full, shapely buttocks. Then he began kissing her earlobe, his lips and tongue moving downwards step by step. Zhang Xianjing responded with rapid breathing, her fiery passion almost melting him. Their tongues intertwined, exploring each other's mouths.

Zhang Zilong's tongue, in a daze, scraped against Zhang Xianjing's lips, stubbornly probing between her teeth like a little eel, haphazardly scraping and probing. Soon, her uncontrollable panting caused Zhang Xianjing's teeth to part slightly, and her warm, fragrant breath instantly enveloped Zhang Zilong's tongue. Zhang Zilong almost savagely forced himself inside. Zhang Xianjing's upper and lower teeth scraped tightly against the rounded underside of Zhang Zilong's tongue. Zhang Zilong immediately felt himself lying on Zhang Xianjing's soft, warm lips. The intense tension made Zhang Xianjing's tongue shrink back in confusion. Zhang Zilong's tongue, enveloped in her saliva, burrowed deep beneath her tongue. A pure, soft, warm sensation made Zhang Zilong greedily turn upwards, instinctively wanting to become one with this tender flesh. Zhang Zilong began to recklessly invade every corner of Zhang Xianjing's mouth. Tense and confused, seemingly in a hypnotic state, Zhang Xianjing clumsily complied. Zhang Zilong's entire mouth was inside. Zhang Xianjing's warm, moist body was almost touching Zhang Zilong's nose, her teeth scraping against his philtrum. Zhang Zilong's mouth and tongue were completely enveloped in her fragrant, moist, and sticky scent. Zhang Zilong's mouth captured Zhang Xianjing's soft, delicate tongue, gently biting it with his teeth. His tongue roamed wildly across Zhang Xianjing's white neck, invading her unexplored territory. Zhang Zilong's hand boldly placed on that prominent area. He thought that perhaps the traditionally virtuous Zhang Xianjing wouldn't let him succeed, but Zhang Xianjing actually let out a soft moan and closed her eyes in bliss. Zhang Xianjing's rapid breathing sent waves of body heat onto Zhang Zilong's face.

They were intoxicated… Zhang Xianjing's breasts were magnificent; two mounds of flesh squeezed out deeply, and through the thin silk fabric, Zhang Zilong could clearly feel the contours of Zhang Xianjing and the fullness contained within. It made one want to explore further. The two points were faintly visible through the lace-trimmed half-cup bra, their smooth surfaces forming the rounded curves of the cup. Zhang Zilong noticed that Zhang Xianjing's bra was front-opening, with the clasp located below. Zhang Zilong unbuttoned Zhang Xianjing's bra, and a pair of plump breasts eagerly sprang out, instantly leaving Zhang Zilong speechless. The breasts were a tempting pink, with areolas of moderate size, perfectly round and their shape unchanged despite the loss of support. What Zhang Zilong couldn't resist most was the elasticity of these large breasts; the feel of touching them was incredibly comfortable! Zhang Zilong's hand couldn't help but grasp these enormous breasts, which were at least a 35D or larger, too large to be held in one hand.

Zhang Zilong rubbed her breasts with a little force, and Zhang Xianjing let out a heart-stirring cry. After kneading for a while, the two small, grape-like nipples gradually hardened in Zhang Zilong's palms. He could faintly feel them throbbing inside. His hands caressed Zhang Xianjing's smooth breasts, his nose inhaled the fragrant milk emanating from her chest, and his eyes enjoyed the expression of pleasure on her face... Zhang Zilong flicked one of her nipples with his fingers, then lowered his head and took it into his mouth, licking it lightly with his tongue. Zhang Xianjing let out a soft "hmm," and cupped Zhang Zilong's head in her hands, scratching his hair. There was a black mole on the areola of Zhang Xianjing's right breast. When Zhang Zilong pinched the mole between his lips, it also pulled on the sensitive areola skin, causing Zhang Xianjing's hands, which were scratching Zhang Zilong's hair, to grip his scalp tightly due to the pleasure. Zhang Zilong's hands weren't idle; they slid down Zhang Xianjing's shoulder, caressing her firm breasts. Then, he forcefully pulled down her pants, revealing a pair of white sanitary panties. The panties were silk, smooth to the touch, and through the thin fabric, he could feel her full mons pubis. He rubbed against her panties, and the girl's moans were indeed alluring, especially those coming from her mouth, driving Zhang Zilong into a frenzy! To make her moan even louder, Zhang Zilong continuously rubbed her sensitive clitoris, marveling at and enjoying this perfect state. Even through the panties, he could feel the smoothness of her vulva, the elasticity of her clitoris, and the pleasant fragrance of her secretions. This scent, along with the sticky feeling between his fingers, further confused Zhang Zilong, causing him to frantically rub and squeeze her clitoris, relentlessly rubbing the opening of her tender vulva. His entire hand gripped her tightly, increasing the pressure of the kneading, intensely igniting Zhang Xianjing's desire. Zhang Zilong's hands roamed like snakes across Zhang Xianjing's back and buttocks. At this moment, Zhang Zilong's hands had already slipped outside her clothing, directly ravaging Zhang Xianjing's smooth, white skin, kneading her buttocks. Their bodies remained pressed together, Zhang Zilong's erect penis already pressing against Zhang Xianjing, making her body even hotter. An inexplicable impulse made Zhang Zilong press Zhang Xianjing's hands tightly between his legs.

"Ah, no~~" Zhang Xianjing cried out softly, caught off guard, her hands instinctively trying to pull back, but Zhang Zilong held them firmly in place. This was the first time Zhang Xianjing had touched Zhang Zilong since they met.

"No~~, I don't want to~~" Zhang Xianjing murmured softly. "Come on, touch it~~, you'll like it~~" Zhang Zilong gently embraced Zhang Xianjing's waist and lightly kissed her cheek. Zhang Xianjing's face was burning hot. Despite her shyness, Zhang Xianjing's fingers clumsily began to caress her, and Zhang Zilong's penis became uncontrollably erect, rising and falling under Zhang Xianjing's movements through his shorts.

"Come on, just touch it~~" Zhang Zilong's hand caressed Zhang Xianjing's firm and full breasts. Reaching into Zhang Zilong's vest, Zhang Xianjing's sharp fingertips hesitated before tracing Zhang Zilong's abdomen, the electric-like tingling sensation almost making Zhang Zilong's body spasm. Zhang Xianjing's hand was a little cold, slowly reaching in, making a real touch, through Zhang Zilong's underwear, Zhang Xianjing's hand covered the hard erection.

"It's so hard?! Like iron~~" Zhang Xianjing exclaimed softly, "No~ no~~ I, I don't want to~~."

The aroused desire made Zhang Zilong unable to resist. He grabbed Zhang Xianjing's hand, pulled back the edge of his underwear, and pressed her inside. His bare glans immediately rubbed against Zhang Xianjing's warm, wet palm. Zhang Xianjing's hand explored and grasped Zhang Zilong's hot, columnar erection. Zhang Zilong couldn't describe the feeling he had at that moment; it seemed as if his very soul had been gripped by Zhang Xianjing. Slender fingers, soft palms, carrying warmth and moisture, surrounded the fleshy pillar filled with desire, ready to penetrate a woman's body. Zhang Zilong had been excited by Zhang Xianjing more than once, by her shy smile, by the curve of her body. He had felt those feelings were lewd and blasphemous. But now, everything was real and beautiful.

"Mmm~~" The tight embrace began to sway gently. Somewhat confused, Zhang Xianjing extended her index finger and pressed it against the frenulum of his penis, gently rubbing it. Instantly, pleasure surged to Zhang Zilong's temples. The sharpness of the pleasure was so intense that Zhang Zilong could almost feel the lines of Zhang Xianjing's fingerprints. Zhang Zilong adjusted each of Zhang Xianjing's fingers, then helplessly succumbed to the overwhelming pleasure, being played with in Zhang Xianjing's hands… Looking at Zhang Xianjing's flushed face, listening to her short, rapid breaths, and feeling her heaving chest, Zhang Zilong felt incredibly happy. Zhang Zilong wanted to give Zhang Xianjing his love! Then, Zhang Zilong once again pounced on Zhang Xianjing, kissing her face, ears, lips, and tongue passionately, and Zhang Xianjing responded enthusiastically. Amidst heavy breathing, her fair breasts, pink areolas, and firm nipples—Zhang Zilong tried to grab them, but couldn't even grasp them with one hand. Although Zhang Zilong's heart was surging, he tried his best to control himself. He wrapped his left arm around Zhang Xianjing's back, and with his right hand, he lifted one of her breasts, leaning her body slightly backward. He then began to lick her areola with his tongue. "Ah!... Ah... Ah!" Zhang Xianjing couldn't help but cry out. Her cries only excited Zhang Zilong more. He switched his arm to his right, then grabbed her breast with his left and began to squeeze it. He then used his mouth to gently bite her right breast, one bite at a time. Zhang Xianjing moaned in rhythm with his bites... Someone once said that the larger a woman's breasts, the more sensitive she is to caressing them.

Zhang Xianjing was the best proof. Even a slight touch of his fingers on her full breasts was enough to cause her immense pleasure, a strong physical reaction that caused her to writhe her captivatingly beautiful body. Then, Zhang Zilong's hand began to move downwards. He noticed that Zhang Xianjing's panties were already a little wet, but he wasn't satisfied. He used his middle finger to find Zhang Xianjing's clitoris and gently teased it. Of course, his mouth didn't stop either, continuing to work between Zhang Xianjing's legs. "Mmm...mmm...ah...oh..." Zhang Xianjing's moans grew louder and louder, and her panties became increasingly wet.

"Hurry up! Oh...come on! Ah..." Clearly, Zhang Xianjing was reaching her climax, but Zhang Zilong didn't immediately enter her body. He wanted to give Zhang Xianjing the most beautiful pleasure! Due to the caresses, Zhang Xianjing's panties were already wet, and the beautiful part underneath could be vaguely seen. Zhang Zilong slowly but efficiently removed Zhang Xianjing's panties. Zhang Xianjing cooperated well. When Zhang Zilong pulled them down to her knees, she bent her knees, allowing Zhang Zilong to easily remove the panties completely. Zhang Xianjing slowly parted her legs, her two slender, beautiful legs stretching outwards, trembling slightly. Between them lay her full vulva, covered in soft, black, curly hair. Zhang Xianjing's pubic hair was very thick; her mons pubis bulged like a small bun, and her large labia majora, arched high, were pulled apart by her thighs, revealing two bright, eye-catching labia minora, glistening with a few drops of pale white fluid.

When Zhang Zilong's fingers touched Zhang Xianjing, her body trembled as if electrocuted. She reached out her left hand to try and stop him, but Zhang Zilong gently but firmly brushed her hand away, continuing to explore her paradise. Zhang Zilong parted the two walls of flesh guarding the last line of defense. Surprisingly, Zhang Xianjing's opening was small, and her clitoris was already protruding, like a pink pearl. Under Zhang Zilong's caresses, Zhang Xianjing's labia minora hardened and spread wider. Zhang Zilong used his fingers to pry them open a little more, revealing a wet, glistening opening. The pale pink skin of the opening was full of blood and slightly erect. Zhang Zilong swirled his fingers around the opening, letting the constantly flowing vaginal fluid drip onto his hand, making it sticky and greasy. He then dabbed it on the clitoris, coating the entire vulva with the sticky, slippery fluid. Zhang Xianjing's vulva arched and lifted, her whole body tense, her hands almost tearing the pad. He had read some erotic novels before, and such a scene was often described as a sign of a wanton woman. Zhang Zilong shook his head, banishing these thoughts from his mind. Before him stood a beautiful, completely naked, stunning woman, waiting for his "favor."

So, Zhang Zilong continued his groping, using his skills on Zhang Xianjing's breasts and genitals. Seeing Zhang Xianjing's smooth thighs, her gushing vulva, her heaving chest, and her flushed face, and hearing her soft moans, Zhang Zilong could no longer restrain himself. He lowered Zhang Xianjing's long legs, raised his already rock-hard erection, and placed the base of her thighs on his knees, rubbing the head of his penis against her clitoris. "Oh...yes...oh oh...ah..." "No...what are you doing~~~~~I can't take it anymore...oh..." Zhang Zilong gently placed the head of his penis at Zhang Xianjing's mouth, lightly touching it.

"Zilong, don't move anymore, I can't take it, it's so itchy, I want it," Zhang Xianjing said, her brows furrowed, her face flushed, and her breathing rapid. Zhang Zilong teased Zhang Xianjing, causing her to writhe and pant. Zhang Zilong chuckled, "What do you want?" "Ugh, I...I want...?" Zhang Zilong's squeezing of her breasts varied in pressure, making Zhang Xianjing's breathing increasingly rapid, her voice growing softer and softer. "What do you want?" "I...I just want you to do me...?" Zhang Zilong could hardly believe his ears. The usually dignified Zhang Xianjing was uttering such lewd words! But the words sounded so familiar, like lines from a movie he'd just watched.

"Hurry up, I really want you to come in...come in here...?" Zhang Xianjing reached down, parting her labia with her fingers, revealing her vulva... Zhang Xianjing lay naked on the bed, her alluring curves exposed from under the covers. Her smooth body was covered in sweat, even her firm breasts glistening with perspiration. Zhang Xianjing lay sprawled out, and from where Zhang Zilong was lying, he could clearly see her pink, tender vulva. Zhang Zilong couldn't resist any longer. He pulled down his underwear, revealing his erect penis, and said with a smile, "Do you want this thing?" "Yes...yes...this is it...come and fuck me quickly..." Zhang Xianjing said excitedly, her eyes slightly open as she saw Zhang Zilong's hard penis. He gradually opened her slightly closed thighs, raising her vulva to reveal the pink flesh. Zhang Xianjing felt Zhang Zilong's penis trembling, knowing he was about to enter. Knowing Zhang Xianjing's nervousness, Zhang Zilong quickly grabbed her slender waist, aimed at her entrance, and thrust forcefully, penetrating her fully.

"Ah! It hurts! It hurts so much...!" Zhang Xianjing suddenly cried out in pain. Zhang Zilong's penis encountered significant resistance at the entrance. He assumed it was because Zhang Xianjing was tight or not fully lubricated. Could his previous lewd behavior not be due to her past sexual experience? Zhang Zilong stroked Zhang Xianjing's face and asked, "Is this your first time?" Zhang Xianjing seemed to be enduring immense pain, looking at Zhang Zilong with resentment, and said, "How can you say such things? I gave you my virginity, and you say such degrading things." As she spoke, her eyes welled up slightly.

Zhang Zilong was moved. He had assumed Zhang Xianjing was no longer a virgin, but it turned out she had truly preserved her first time for him. Zhang Zilong cupped Zhang Xianjing's face and said, "Okay, it's my fault. To make it up to you, I'll make you reach the peak of pleasure." With that, Zhang Zilong applied a little force, pressing his lower body against Zhang Xianjing's waist, his penis penetrating further.

"It hurts!" Zhang Xianjing cried out in pain, closing her eyes. When she opened them, tears were streaming down her face. Zhang Zilong wasn't having an easy time either; Zhang Xianjing was incredibly tight, squeezing his penis painfully! A virgin's first time is painful for both man and woman. Zhang Xianjing gasped for breath, seemingly trying to lessen the pain; her brow furrowed, she bit her lip, clearly enduring immense suffering. Zhang Zilong helped Zhang Xianjing lie completely flat, then moved his upper body up and used his hands to spread her legs wide, hoping to reduce her pain.

After a while, Zhang Xianjing's pained expression gradually eased, and Zhang Zilong slowly penetrated her, encountering less resistance than before. From Zhang Xianjing's increasingly heavy breathing and the growing expression of pleasure, it was clear she had overcome the pain of virginity and was beginning to enjoy the physical pleasure of a mature woman! As more and more fluid entered Zhang Xianjing, Zhang Zilong's penis could now move in and out smoothly, allowing him to enjoy the pleasure of this piston-like motion and the sense of accomplishment from conquering a woman's body. The pleasurable sensation of the glans penis being rubbed by layers of folded skin was indescribable. All the sensory nerves in the body were concentrated on the few inches where the male and female genitals touched. Every thrust and withdrawal brought inexplicable pleasure, and every advance and retreat brought unparalleled joy. Sexual intercourse was like a generator constantly producing currents of desire, transmitting the thrilling currents generated by friction to both partners, which then gathered in the brain. When they reached a certain level, they ignited the spark of love, erupting into an intoxicating orgasm.

Zhang Zilong forgot everything, his mind was clear, and he wholeheartedly savored the waves of pleasure from the thrusting, experiencing the true meaning of love he had gained from his spiritual and physical communion with Zhang Xianjing. Although he was repeating the same movements over and over again, the stimulation he received grew stronger and stronger. His eyes were fixed on the large glans penis as Zhang Xianjing thrust in and out repeatedly, grinding the constantly flowing vaginal fluid into countless tiny bubbles that covered the entire penis, making it unrecognizable. Between the penis and the narrow opening, the vaginal fluid continued to gush out, and Zhang Xianjing couldn't help but moan softly, "Ah...ah..." The long penis thrust towards her uterus, and Zhang Xianjing felt the glans, which she had been caressing, throbbing inside her lower abdomen.

Although it wasn't fully inside, the tingling sensation against her uterus made Zhang Xianjing automatically tighten. Zhang Zilong's penis, gripped tightly by Zhang Xianjing, produced an indescribable pleasure, causing him to twist his hips and stir a few times before slowly withdrawing. His long penis glistened with glistening vaginal fluid. When the glans reached the entrance, Zhang Zilong slowly inserted it into the hot, juicy opening, the glans pressing against her uterus and rotating a few times before slowly withdrawing. Zhang Zilong slowly pushed in and slowly withdrew, feeling Zhang Xianjing's muscles stretch inch by inch by his full length, then slowly return to their normal state. Zhang Xianjing's eyes were tightly closed, enjoying this almost tearing pleasure and the stimulation of her clitoris when he penetrated to the deepest point. After repeating this several times, Zhang Xianjing couldn't help but secretly thrust her hips and suck in her vagina. When Zhang Zilong massaged her uterus, she would moan softly, "Oh...oh..." Her watery almond eyes shimmered with a hazy light, her pink face flushed a rosy hue. That shy yet wanton, alluring beauty made Zhang Zilong lose control. He thrust forward fiercely.

"Smack!" The sound of their mons pubis colliding. Zhang Xianjing arched her chin, her brow furrowed, letting out a nasal moan.

"Mmm..." (So deep...I can't take it...my uterus hurts so much...) Zhang Xianjing then raised one of her thighs, trembling with excitement, and the hard penis thrust in and out between her thighs! Zhang Xianjing's reaction was intense; her body slowly arched, her waist almost suspended in the air, her breathing becoming increasingly rapid and loud.

At this moment, the wanton Zhang Xianjing exuded a wild and seductive allure. With his entire weight concentrated on the tip of his long, erect penis for support, Zhang Zilong, panting heavily, pulled down the straps of Zhang Xianjing's milky-white bra, forcing her to expose her snow-white breasts. (Ah...what alluring breasts...). Minru breathed rapidly, while Zhang Zilong took her breasts and grasped them tightly with both hands, then gently kneaded Minru's luscious nipples with his fingertips. Stimulated, they gradually became harder and more swollen, making Zhang Zilong both love and hate them, and he kept kissing and biting them with his mouth.

"Ah! Ah! Good... good!" Zhang Xianjing also became excited, shouting out in a wanton manner. Zhang Zilong lifted Zhang Xianjing's slender legs high, thrusting in and out with all his might, faster and faster, his ten fingers pinching her breasts that swayed like puddings, desperately penetrating Zhang Xianjing's pink and tender flesh. The penis relentlessly assaulted Zhang Xianjing's swaying body. Zhang Xianjing gritted her teeth, enduring the shockwaves from her uterus, only able to moan softly, "Mmm...mmm..." Her juices gushed forth incessantly. Zhang Zilong felt Zhang Xianjing's juices intermittently splash onto his thighs. While penetrating her, he panted and said, "You...you're such a beauty..." "Mmm...mmm...don't stop...I...oh...uh...I can't take it anymore...oh..." With each thrust, Zhang Zilong's testicles slammed against Zhang Xianjing's beautiful buttocks. Zhang Xianjing's body swayed in response, her breasts swinging back and forth like a pendulum. Zhang Xianjing's hands gripped Zhang Zilong's back tightly, her eyes slightly closed, her brows furrowed, her lips parted slightly, and a seductive moan escaped her throat. The constant flow of fluids soaked both Zhang Xianjing and Zhang Zilong's pubic hair.

The intense friction between the thick penis and the tight walls stimulated the latent lust within both of them… The only sound was the squelching of their intercourse, as Zhang Zilong thrust his hips up and down like a bellows, rapidly raping Zhang Xianjing. Suddenly, Zhang Zilong grabbed Zhang Xianjing's thighs and pressed them against her breasts, wanting to go even deeper. At this moment, Zhang Zilong saw glistening vaginal fluid slowly gushing from Zhang Xianjing's pink vulva, which was penetrated by his penis, sliding down her buttocks and dripping onto the bed… Zhang Zilong then deeply inserted his penis into Zhang Xianjing's vagina, the thrusting motion even more stimulating than the previous friction. This position, pressing down on her like a gold ingot, made Zhang Xianjing feel that the burning cannon was relentlessly attacking her depths, as if each thrust was piercing deep into her uterus.

"Oh...oh...oh...too deep...I'm going to die...oh...um...have mercy on me..." Hearing Zhang Xianjing's soft, pleading moans, Zhang Zilong went even crazier, playing with the lewd moves of a bee playing with a stamen.

"Hoo...hoo...it feels good, doesn't it...say it...say it..." "Mmm...yes...Zhang Zilong...it feels so good..." Zhang Xianjing was now being fucked to the point of ecstasy, and could only let Zhang Zilong thrust at her will like a gold ingot, her juices still flowing freely. Zhang Zilong thrust vigorously, and the sounds of "plop, plop" and "squeak, squeak" echoed in the narrow space, like applause responding to Zhang Zilong's vigorous thrusting.

"Ah...ah ah...ah...ah ah ah...! Ah ah ah...ah ah ah...! Ah...!" Intermingled with Xiaoyun's moans, it formed an alluring and melodious sexual symphony. And Zhang Zilong was the great conductor, using the baton between his legs to control the whole situation! Zhang Xianjing's chest heaved violently as she gasped for breath. Zhang Zilong gradually increased his thrusting speed, pounding against Zhang Xianjing's clitoris again and again. The force of the impact transmitted to Zhang Xianjing's upper body, and her flushed breasts bounced back and forth rhythmically. Zhang Zilong lowered his head, opened his mouth wide, and tried to capture Zhang Xianjing's bouncing breasts. Once, twice, he finally seized Zhang Xianjing's swollen, peach-red nipples.

In an instant, Zhang Xianjing could no longer restrain herself, her legs encircling Zhang Zilong's waist, loudly calling out and begging for more pleasure.

"Oh! Oh! Oh! Fuck me! Oh! Fuck me! Fuck Zhang Zilong hard!" "Mmm... mmm... mmm... mmm... oh..." Zhang Xianjing cried out unconsciously, while Zhang Zilong thrust his lower body violently, admiring Zhang Xianjing's intoxicated expression, feeling even more excited and satisfied, his engorged member reaching its peak. Zhang Zilong increased his thrusting speed, knowing he couldn't hold on much longer. He wanted to slow down, but Zhang Xianjing's pleas and moans prevented him from doing so. Zhang Zilong thrust deep into Zhang Xianjing again and again. Zhang Xianjing's legs tightly gripped Zhang Zilong's waist, raising her hips to meet his impact. At an almost vertical angle, he ravaged Zhang Xianjing's delicate body wave after wave. Zhang Zilong's veins were now throbbing, his glans trembling incessantly, his thrusting speed increasing, his buttocks pumping harder. Zhang Xianjing also reached out and hugged Zhang Zilong, twisting her hips to match his rhythm as he moved back and forth. Zhang Zilong's thrusting speed reached its peak; stimulated to the point of frenzy, he began to violently pound into Zhang Xianjing's slippery and elastic vagina. Sweat streamed down Zhang Zilong's forehead, gathering on his chin, and then splashing onto Zhang Xianjing's sweat-covered chest.

Zhang Xianjing was in a semi-frenzied state, her head shaking violently from side to side, her hands pounding the bed.

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" Zhang Zilong knew he had reached his limit; at any moment he would completely lose control. Using the last bit of strength from his exhausted muscles, he roughly kissed Zhang Xianjing's breasts while delivering his final, heavy thrusts.

"Ahhh... Ah... Ah... Ah... Oh...!" Each thrust elicited a plaintive sob from Zhang Xianjing, a mixture of pain and pleasure. Zhang Xianjing responded by clenching her buttocks and thrusting her vulva forward. She was already lost in the moment; the overwhelming pleasure left her no time to consider her own response. She could only instinctively respond to Zhang Zilong's thrusts. Suddenly, Zhang Xianjing screamed, then stopped moving, falling silent. Her whole body stiffened, a shattering, intense orgasm assaulting her brain. Her entire body trembled uncontrollably, shaking violently without her noticing. Deep inside Zhang Xianjing, a ring of muscles tightened around Zhang Zilong, spasming violently.

"Oh...oh...um...so tingly...hum...I'm going to cum...I'm going to cum...ah..." At this moment, Zhang Xianjing's rapid contractions seemed to clamp down on Zhang Zilong's penis, preventing it from moving. He felt surrounded by a hot, soft object, followed by a gush of fluid spraying onto the glans. The muscles tightened and relaxed, convulsing around Zhang Zilong's penis. In an instant, his penis felt like it was being gently massaged, while the glans felt like it was being forcefully sucked, creating a vacuum in the urethra and drawing out the throbbing desire within Zhang Zilong.

No one could resist such stimulation. Zhang Zilong felt a surge of heat in his lower abdomen, a pressure in his groin, and a tingling sensation in his glans. His body trembled involuntarily, just like Zhang Xianjing's. His pelvis pressed against Zhang Xianjing's vulva, his glans and cervix pressed tightly together, his urethral opening wide. With a sudden, pleasurable shudder, his penis throbbed in the warmth, and a thick, hot stream of semen erupted like a stampede of horses, shooting deep into Zhang Xianjing's body. Zhang Zilong's buttocks thrust rhythmically as he ejaculated—deeply ejaculating streams of white fluid into Zhang Xianjing's continuously convulsing body. He let his penis, gushing hot semen, pump wave after wave of pleasure into Zhang Xianjing's body. The unparalleled pleasure filled his brain to bursting, oblivious to everything around him. His entire nervous system received one signal: the suffocating, shock-like feeling of orgasm. Zhang Xianjing was unable to move due to Zhang Zilong's pressure, and she was also reaching her climax. With her mouth open, she exhaled her last breath, "Eee..." Zhang Xianjing's faint voice could be heard, which was the sound of her uterus being filled with the heat of Zhang Zilong's ejaculation.

Zhang Xianjing's inner depths were also pumping, as if trying to drain Zhang Zilong dry. Neither of them could get up; they simply clung to each other, their bodies drenched in sweat. Zhang Zilong lay on top of Zhang Xianjing, panting alongside her. Zhang Xianjing gently stroked Zhang Zilong's hair, sometimes hugging him tightly, patting his back lightly like a mother comforting a baby. After a long while, Zhang Xianjing gently pushed Zhang Zilong away, took out tissues from her purse, and wiped Zhang Zilong's genitals from her body, then gently wiped away the remaining bloodstains from his penis. Zhang Xianjing shifted her body, revealing a dark red bloodstain on the bed that had been hidden by her buttocks; it was Zhang Xianjing's virgin blood. Zhang Xianjing silently wiped away the blood, and then Zhang Zilong lay back down. Zhang Zilong stroked Zhang Xianjing's long hair and said, "Zhang Zilong really didn't expect this to be your first time." Zhang Xianjing pointed at Zhang Zilong's nose and said, "Come on, Zhang Zilong knows this isn't your first time, right?" Zhang Zilong nodded. This wasn't a secret; before Zhang Xianjing, Zhang Zilong had been with many women. Zhang Xianjing tilted her head back and sealed Zhang Zilong's lips with her moist lips, quickly pulling away before he could react. Zhang Zilong looked up at Zhang Xianjing's face and suddenly saw the faint tears in her eyes. Zhang Xianjing suddenly hugged Zhang Zilong tightly, kissing him passionately. Zhang Zilong was at a loss, staring into Zhang Xianjing's eyes. Zhang Zilong didn't know when he had found the courage to hold Zhang Xianjing in his arms and kiss her wildly, kissing her neck, eyes, and hair.

Zhang Xianjing shifted her body, revealing a dark red bloodstain on the bed that had been previously covered; it was Zhang Xianjing's virgin blood. Without a word, Zhang Xianjing wiped away the blood, and then Zhang Zilong lay back down. Zhang Zilong stroked Zhang Xianjing's long hair and said, "I love you, I will never leave you, Xianjing." Zhang Xianjing gently replied, "I love you too." Zhang Xianjing tilted her head back and sealed Zhang Zilong's lips with her moist lips, quickly pulling away before he could react. Zhang Zilong looked up at Zhang Xianjing's face and suddenly saw the faint tears in her eyes. Zhang Xianjing suddenly hugged Zhang Zilong tightly, kissing him passionately. Zhang Zilong was at a loss, staring into Zhang Xianjing's eyes. Zhang Zilong didn't know when he had found such courage, holding Zhang Xianjing in his arms and kissing her wildly, kissing her neck, eyes, and hair.

The two made love countless times, and when they finally woke up it was morning. When Zhang Zilong woke up, he found that the woman beside him was no longer there. He got up and saw Zhang Xianjing busy in the kitchen like a wife, but she moved a little awkwardly, obviously still a bit unaccustomed to the pain of losing her virginity. Seeing this, Zhang Zilong was suddenly very moved. He walked to the kitchen without putting on any clothes, hugged Zhang Xianjing from behind, and whispered in her ear, "Baby, it's so good to have you."

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After leaving Zhang Xianjing's house, Zhang Zilong drove to the Qin Group headquarters. When he arrived at the company, Zhang Zilong went straight to the warehouse and knocked on the door. At this moment, there was a slight movement inside, and a calm voice asked, "Who is it?"

Zhang Zilong smiled. This kid was pretending to be cautious. If someone really came to kidnap him, they would have already found a way to get in. It was only now that he realized it. However, they had not received strict training, so Zhang Zilong did not blame them.

"It's me, Abiao," Zhang Zilong replied.

A moment later, the warehouse door opened, revealing Ah Biao and several of his brothers sitting inside playing cards. Lunch boxes and beer bottles lay nearby. The guy was quite serious; it seemed he'd been there all night.

"Where are they?" Zhang Zilong asked.

"They're inside. I was afraid they'd be seen, so I locked them in the innermost part, and the car's inside too," Ah Biao replied truthfully.

"Hmm, from yesterday to today, you haven't noticed anyone suspicious around here, have you?"

"No, we had over a dozen men guarding outside all night, and we didn't find anyone suspicious," Ah Biao said.

Zhang Zilong was utterly speechless. A dozen men guarding outside—wasn't that practically announcing something was wrong? "This is truly a case of 'protesting too much'," Zhang Zilong shook his head without speaking, heading into the warehouse. At the very back, he found a minivan—the same one that had followed him yesterday. Behind it were three men tied to pillars, all covered in blood and slumped weakly against them. Zhang Zilong thought that without the ropes binding them, they would have collapsed immediately. It seemed they had indeed suffered yesterday.

"What did they confess?" Zhang Zilong asked.

"These two are Xiao Lou's. They confessed everything, but the problem is they don't know anything. They're just his men, they don't know what they're supposed to do, they just followed him, they only know they were tracking someone. And this guy, I've tried everything, but they just won't say anything, they just want me to kill him. Damn it, if I could kill him, I would have done it already!" A Biao said fiercely.

Zhang Zilong slowly walked towards the so-called boss. The man's eyes were closed, his head drooping; it was unclear whether he was asleep or unconscious. His face was covered in blood, as Ah Biao had already stripped him of his clothes, and his body was covered in wounds.

Zhang Zilong slowly walked over and said to Ah Biao, "Is he asleep or unconscious? Wake him up."

Ah Biao beckoned over someone, who brought a bucket of water and poured it over the man. Although the weather wasn't very cold, it was early in the morning, and he wasn't wearing any clothes, especially in the sunless warehouse. So it was still very cold. After the bucket of water hit him, the man shivered and opened his eyes. Zhang Zilong slowly walked over, staring at the man, and said slowly, "Speak, why were you following me?"

"Delivering a message," the man gritted his teeth, spitting out the two words as if he wanted to devour Zhang Zilong.

"Oh, really? Are you sure you were just delivering a message?" Zhang Zilong seemed completely unperturbed, lighting a cigarette beside the man as he spoke.

"I know you won't believe me, but don't even dream about it. I won't tell. Just kill me." The man could tell from Zhang Zilong's expression that he definitely wouldn't believe him.

"Watch your mouth, you bastard! Believe me, I'll kill you right now!" Seeing how the man spoke to Zhang Zilong, A Biao punched the man in the face, causing blood to flow freely.

"Haha, go ahead and kill me! You dare to kill me? Are you sure you can?" The man just shook his head, looking at A Biao with a contemptuous smile.

"You bastard, I'll kill you!" A Biao said, picking up a knife and preparing to strike the man.

"Stop!" Zhang Zilong couldn't stand it anymore and roared. Upon hearing Zhang Zilong's voice, A Biao had no choice but to put down the knife, but his eyes were bloodshot.

"Are you stupid or what? You're a complete idiot! You've been a soldier for so many years, don't you even understand the simplest provocation? He's clearly trying to get you to kill him, that's why he's provoking you. Don't you know that? Go back and think about it!" Zhang Zilong said to A Biao.

A Biao, ashamed, couldn't speak after hearing Zhang Zilong's words, his head bowed. He knew perfectly well it was a provocation, but he was always hot-tempered, and even knowing it was a trap, he couldn't resist.

"Do you want to die? Haha, not bad, quite courageous. But let me tell you, the greatest courage isn't death, but how to accept a fate worse than death. I'll ask you one more time, why are you following me? Who told you to follow me, and what's your purpose?" Zhang Zilong suddenly stared at the man.

"Haha, if you take someone's money, you have to do their bidding. That's how I make a living. Do you think I'd tell you? It's the rule," the man spat out blood from his mouth at Zhang Zilong.

“Not bad, you’re a man, but let me tell you, nothing in this world matters except life. Besides, what kind of ridiculous rules do you have? Don’t worry, I’ll make you talk,” Zhang Zilong said slowly. Turning to A Biao behind him, he said, “A Biao, you go over there. Every time I ask him a question and he doesn’t answer, you cut off one of his fingers. After that, cut off his toes. After that, cut off his ears, gouge out his eyes, until he talks.”

“Ah? This…this…too…?” A Biao shuddered upon hearing Zhang Zilong’s words, stammering.

“What? Are you scared?” Zhang Zilong retorted.

“No, no,” A Biao said, picking up his knife and walking up to the man.

“If you’re a man, kill me! What kind of skill is it to torture someone who can’t even kill a chicken like this?” the man shouted at Zhang Zilong.

"Haha, whether I'm a man or not is none of your business. This world is all about the winner takes all. Since you were prepared to follow me, you should have expected this outcome. No one will pay for your mistakes; only you can pay the price. I ask you, who sent you to follow me?" Zhang Zilong pulled up a chair and sat in front of the man, his eyes narrowed as he slowly asked. "Three, two, one, okay? Ah Biao, one finger," Zhang Zilong counted for three seconds, then calmly said, as if he were asking Ah Biao to cut a carrot instead of a finger.

Although Ah Biao also felt this was very gory, he couldn't disobey Zhang Zilong's orders. He picked up a knife and slashed at the man's finger. With a scream, a finger fell to the ground.

The man's face was pale, blood dripping from his hand, his face devoid of color, his entire face trembling uncontrollably. It's no joke; as the old saying goes, the ten fingers are connected to the heart. Fingers are among the most sensitive parts of the body. The pain of having a finger cleanly severed is unbearable for most people.

"It hurts, doesn't it? It's still early. If you want to play with me, I'll play slowly. You still have one finger, ten toes, and ears, nose, and eyes. Let's take it slow. Who sent you?" Zhang Zilong asked again.

"Three seconds again, three, two, one. Okay, you won't tell, huh? Cut off another one," Zhang Zilong said calmly.

Although A Biao found it bloody, he did as he was told, raising the knife and severing another finger.

"Ah?!" Accompanied by a scream, the man fainted.

"Fainted so early, hehe. A Biao, wake him up. Also, send someone outside to buy some hemostatic medicine. If he bleeds to death, then that'll really be what he wanted," Zhang Zilong said slowly.

A Biao sent someone out to buy medicine and returned. He pried open the man's mouth, mixed it with water, and poured the medicine down his throat. Then, he poured cold water over him to wake him up.

"How was it? Did it taste good? I'll ask you again, who sent you?" Zhang Zilong asked once more.

But to Zhang Zilong's surprise, this man was a ruthless character; he didn't reveal a single word. Seeing that he was a tough guy, Zhang Zilong didn't actually cut off all his fingers as he claimed, only two.

"You really are a tough guy. I admire your willpower. You're from the army, right? Not bad, you haven't disgraced the military. Ah Biao, find him a dark and quiet house to live in. There shouldn't be anything inside, and no lights. Also, no one is allowed near him. Do as I say," Zhang Zilong said after thinking for a moment.

"Ah, Brother Long, we're not going to interrogate him?" Ah Biao asked, confused.

"Hehe, I have my own methods," Zhang Zilong chuckled.

Interrogation and being interrogated are mandatory courses for special forces soldiers. Unlike regular police interrogations, which are generally more rudimentary and gentle (as police cannot use harsh methods), interrogation is a complex art. Many law enthusiasts believe they can extract confessions from criminals. They think: glare at the suspect, confront them, tell them the murder weapon is covered in their fingerprints, and everything will be fine! The suspect will confess to all the crimes. In reality, police interrogation relies on more than just confidence and creativity (although these are helpful)—interrogators must also be highly trained in psychological tactics of persuasion and influence. Getting someone to confess is no easy task, and the fact that police can sometimes get innocent people to admit to crimes they didn't commit demonstrates their exceptional ability to manipulate people psychologically. No two interrogations are exactly alike, but most exploit certain weaknesses in human nature. These weaknesses are typically exposed by the pressures people experience when facing diametrically opposed extremes, such as dominance and submission, control and dependence, and maximizing and minimizing consequences. If interrogators can effectively combine environment and techniques based on the suspect's personality and experience, even the most stubborn criminals will eventually confess. Scholars estimate that in the United States, approximately 42% to 55% of suspects confess during interrogation. Police interrogations were not always this complex. Until the early 20th century, torture was a widely accepted (even illegal) practice in the United States. Confessions obtained through torture (deprivation of food and water, exposure to bright lights, physical abuse and prolonged isolation, whipping with rubber tubes and other non-scarring instruments) were generally admissible in court, provided the suspect signed a waiver declaring the confession voluntary. However, reforms to policing tactics between the 1930s and 1960s gradually changed interrogation methods. Although the U.S. Supreme Court opposed involuntary confessions as early as 1897, the situation did not truly begin to change until 1937. In Brown v. Mississippi, the Supreme Court issued a “voluntary” confession obtained after police repeatedly whipped a suspect while he was hanging from a tree. The court’s ruling was clear: confessions obtained through violence could not be used as evidence in court. By the 1950s, not only were confessions obtained through beatings considered involuntary, but confessions obtained through methods such as detaining a suspect for longer than necessary, denying them sleep, food, water, or toilet access, promising them benefits if they confessed, or threatening them with harm if they did not confess, were also considered involuntary. In 1966, Miranda v. Arizona, appealed to the Supreme Court, dealt another blow to police interrogation methods that relied on coercion. Ernesto Miranda confessed to rape and kidnapping after two hours of questioning. However, in her appeal to the Supreme Court, Miranda argued that she was unaware of her rights to remain silent (Fifth Amendment) and to have legal counsel (Sixth Amendment). The court ruled in favor of Miranda, establishing what we know today as the "Miranda rights." To prevent suspects from involuntarily confessing under the false impression that they have no choice but to speak, police must clearly and completely inform suspects of their rights: the right to remain silent and to have legal counsel before interrogation or any other attempt to elicit a confession begins. The Miranda case aimed to eliminate involuntary confessions caused by suspects' ignorance. In search of a way to replace illegal coercive interrogation, police turned to very basic psychological techniques, such as the long-standing "good cop, bad cop" interrogation tactic. In this method, one officer intimidates the suspect while another pretends to be caring. People tend to trust their protector and are more willing to talk to them. Another fundamental technique is maximization. When using this technique, police tell suspects about all the terrible consequences they will face if convicted, thus intimidating them into talking. Fear often breaks the silence and prompts people to speak. Police have tried using instruments like polygraphs to detect whether suspects are lying, but polygraphs and training are expensive, and their results are almost never accepted by courts. However, some polygraph analysts, such as John Reid, began to notice that subjects exhibited certain external, consistent physiological signals that correlated with polygraph results. Reid then developed a non-machine-based interrogation system. It relies on a specific set of questions and answers to expose the suspect's weaknesses, which the interrogator can use to extract confessions. Reid's nine-step psychological control method is one of the most widely used interrogation techniques in the United States. 1. Remain silent. 2. Remain silent. 3. Imagine "I am exercising my right to remain silent" written on the wall, and stare at these words throughout the interrogation. 4. Occasionally break the silence by requesting a lawyer. 5. Cultivate hatred towards the interrogator to avoid falling into his trap and starting to talk.

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A Biao did as Zhang Zilong said. Zhang Zilong ignored him and went out directly. The next day, A Biao called Zhang Zilong and said that the man had confessed everything. When Zhang Zilong arrived at the warehouse, A Biao looked at Zhang Zilong with an almost worshipful gaze and said, "Brother Long, how did you do it? We even cut off his fingers and he didn't talk, but you left him there and ignored him and he talked about everything."

Zhang Zilong said softly, "I used to be in a special operations unit, so I'm much more professional than you when it comes to interrogation. Interrogation is an art; simply torturing the other person is the most basic method. The most skilled interrogators and extractors are always the military or intelligence agencies... If you've experienced it, you won't be surprised."

A Biao was still very curious and couldn't help but ask, "Could you teach me a few tricks... Maybe I'll need them someday?"

Zhang Zilong glanced at A Biao, grinned, revealing a set of gleaming white teeth. Remembering the smile he gave yesterday when he said he'd cut off his fingers, A Biao really felt that this guy in front of him had a bit of a devilish air about him.

"You want to learn... Hmm... It seems you're also someone skilled in cruelty. Okay, I'll teach you a very simple one first." Zhang Zilong smiled.

"No instruments of torture, no physical harm to the victim, but psychological torture!" he said slowly. "You just need to tie the person to a chair, blindfold and earplugs to block their sight and hearing, then throw them into a separate, completely quiet room. In this state, the person cannot perceive any external noise, has no sight or hearing, cannot perceive the passage of time, and will feel as if each day is an eternity. It will absolutely drive them to madness, restlessness, and hysteria! No matter how tough a man is, he can't withstand it; the only difference is how long he can endure it. This method is widely used by security departments in various countries. Its advantage is that it is very effective and cannot be used to examine injuries."

Zhang Zilong continued... He continued, "Interrogation, of course, aims to intimidate the criminal, creating fear within him. The goal is to influence his psychology. Most people achieve this by physically torturing him, like what we did yesterday. This is the lowest form of interrogation, but it's sufficient for most people. However, there are exceptions, like this person. You can't achieve the same psychological goal by physically torturing him. So, the best method is to directly torturing his mind during interrogation. But there are many tricks involved, and not everyone understands them. Therefore, this method is only used by professionals."

After Zhang Zilong finished speaking, he looked at A Biao and asked, "What did he confess to?"

"He confessed that he was actually a retired soldier, a former intelligence officer and reconnaissance soldier," A Biao honestly replied.

As Zhang Zilong had predicted, soldiers possess a unique quality, especially among soldiers themselves, which is immediately apparent. It's something indescribable, almost like an intuition. There's a significant difference between those who have served and those who haven't. Some say that everyone who comes out of the military is a thug, which is an extreme view, but it's also true. It's true that people who come out of the military are either very disciplined or have a very unruly attitude, and are used to solving problems with violence whenever possible. This is something cultivated in the unique environment of the military.

"Anything else?" Zhang Zilong nodded.

"He said that after he retired from the army, he started doing some tracking work and occasionally assassinations. This time, an old friend asked him for help. This friend is named Wu Gang, who is involved in the underworld. He had helped him before. He asked him to follow someone, which is actually you. Wu Gang wanted him to follow you and see who you meet every day, and remember the addresses and appearances of people who are close to you. Wu Gang also specifically instructed him to be very careful, saying that the person being followed is very skilled. If he is caught, he should deliver the letter to you and say that he is the messenger. He also instructed him not to implicate them even if they are caught. Just before they were about to go on the mission, Wu Gang called him and said that his wife and children were in his hands and that he should be careful when doing things. The other two are his subordinates, who also used to be involved in the underworld." A Biao told A Biao everything he had been interrogated about in one breath.

Zhang Zilong thought to himself, "Just as I suspected. Someone who's held back for so long must have something to hide. So his wife and children are in their hands. Looks like he really loves them." Suddenly, a question popped into his head: why did this person need to know his family's faces and addresses? A sudden, extremely bad feeling washed over Zhang Zilong. He realized someone was targeting those around him, and ultimately, he was the one they wanted to eliminate. He didn't want to speculate about who it was; he had a lead. Turning to A Biao, Zhang Zilong said, "Put these three men in this car today. Take them to the riverbank and drive them into the river. Remember, find a secluded spot where no one will see you. Don't cause any trouble. Also, I'm giving you one day to bring Wu Gang here and interrogate him to find out who's trying to harm me. I don't care what methods you use or how much noise you make." "As long as the result is good, this matter is very important. I'll cover for you no matter what. Also, and most importantly, from now on, you need to send several more people to protect Qin Cai day and night. I mean close protection. I think someone might target those around me. Also, send a few more people to the Xia Guang Wan Zhang Beauty Salon to protect Liu Fang and Wang Xia. I'll call them to let them know. Don't leave anyone here; they won't do anything to the company. Finally, find a few people to go to the hospital to protect my parents, Ah Biao. The situation is very bad right now. I'm counting on you for these things." Zhang Zilong said in one breath, looking at Ah Biao with a sincere expression.

"Brother Long, what are you saying? I'll take care of it right away," Ah Biao said before leaving.

Zhang Zilong smoked his cigarette, deep in thought. Currently, the only remaining issues seemed to be with these few people. Those he'd been in close contact with recently were Wang Xia, Liu Fang, Qin Cai, and his parents. As for Zhao Yazhi and Lin Wanqing, Zhang Zilong reasoned that firstly, he hadn't seen them recently, and secondly, they always had bodyguards—bodyguards he'd seen before, whose skills were no less than his own men. As for the others, Zhang Zilong figured the enemy couldn't possibly know who they were. Sending people to protect Zhang Xianjing and Qin Yun would clearly tell the enemy they were his people—a classic case of protesting too much. Therefore, Zhang Zilong felt it was best not to send anyone to protect them, as his men weren't very skilled, and protecting them would immediately raise suspicion. Zhang Zilong didn't believe he could kill these three today... The other side would never be able to track him down again. T City is only so big; if the other side wanted to, they could always find out his whereabouts. Sending these three people was probably just to prevent him from knowing their plan. Zhang Zilong wasn't stupid; he knew Qin Feng was behind it. In the current situation, Qin Feng was undoubtedly the one who wanted him dead the most. The Japanese had no reason to issue a challenge and then attack someone close to them. The Japanese were extremely concerned with their reputation, and although they were despicable, their methods were often used after they had regained or completely lost face. For example, in this case, he had killed several Japanese in the boxing ring, causing them to lose face. So, the Japanese would definitely look for an opportunity to regain their face, hence the challenge. Zhang Zilong knew that no matter the outcome of the challenge, he would definitely have a grudge against the Japanese. He knew that if he won, Japan would retaliate; even if he lost, the Japanese would still retaliate. The Japanese were such a despicable people. However, before the competition, the Japanese wouldn't make a move, leaving only Qin Feng. Qin Feng was currently the person with the most reason to attack him, and the only one with that reason. Putting aside Zhang Zilong's past humiliations, the mere fact that he supported Qin Cai posed a threat to him gave Zhang Zilong ample reason to kill him. Although he knew that under the current circumstances, he couldn't openly attack Zhang Zilong—after all, Zhang Zilong was no longer the lowly bodyguard he once was, but an influential figure in the T City underworld—and Qin Feng's strength should be enough to prove his close ties with the other three families. Therefore, Qin Feng dared not openly attack Zhang Zilong, but that didn't mean he couldn't act covertly. Zhang Zilong's help to Qin Cai... As Cai's strength gradually increased and he gained many allies, Qin Feng found himself in an awkward position. Qin Feng definitely needed to deal with Zhang Zilong, and he had to do it now. If he didn't eliminate Zhang Zilong now, he couldn't guarantee how things would develop once the Japanese incident came to light. If the Japanese won, even if Qin Feng wiped out the rest of the forces, he would still be a member of the Qin family and couldn't openly target Qin Cai. Zhang Zilong would then be Qin Cai's most trusted right-hand man, and eliminating him then would be a loss. If the Japanese lost, without a doubt, with Zhang Zilong around, Qin Feng would have no place in the Qin family. He knew that things had developed to this point, and the Qin family patriarch was now just a figurehead. Neither Qin Feng nor Qin Cai would listen to him anymore. Therefore, Qin Feng had to eliminate Zhang Zilong now. Aside from Zhang Zilong, Qin Feng had his own agenda. Qin Feng had tried to deal with Zhang Zilong more than once, but each time he failed. Zhang Zilong's skills were undeniable, and without the use of weapons, Qin Feng knew he was no match for him. Therefore, he probably planned to target those close to Zhang Zilong this time, forcing Zhang Zilong to submit. Zhang Zilong secretly thought this wasn't a bad idea.

Zhang Zilong went to Qin Cai's office, accompanied by several highly skilled subordinates, including Wu Tai. He said to Qin Cai, "Cai'er, things might be getting bad now. Someone is targeting those close to us, probably Qin Feng, but there's no evidence yet, so I can't say for sure. But it's certain someone is targeting me. I'm afraid they'll target you, so I've assigned a few of them to protect you closely. Be careful in everything you do, and remember, don't leave their side."

"Ah? What about you? Zilong, you won't be in danger, will you?" Qin Cai asked anxiously.

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"No, their target is the people around me, so they can force me to submit through them. So you have to be careful these days. I have some things to do and can't be by your side all the time. You have to be very careful. If anything happens to you, I'll regret it to death, you know, baby?" He said, pulling Qin Cai up and kissing her on the cheek.

"I know, you have to be careful too," Qin Cai said gently, but her face was full of worry.

Zhang Zilong did have something to do, and it was something he considered important. Zhang Zilong didn't call anyone or let anyone know. He drove alone to a very secluded grove in the suburbs. This was the location mentioned in the letter from the Japanese, and the time was exactly now. Zhang Zilong didn't tell anyone because he was afraid they would worry. Everyone knows that even the smartest woman will do something foolish if she is worried. Zhang Zilong knew that the Japanese were powerful. Without a large amount of weapons, Zhang Zilong believed that going alone was much better than going with a group of people. Even if he couldn't win, Zhang Zilong had no doubt that he could escape.

Of course, Zhang Zilong never thought he would lose. He had fought his old friend Tamura many times and felt that their strengths were not much different. Their three previous encounters had all ended in draws. Tamura was a thorn in Zhang Zilong's side. Four members of Zhang Zilong's Falcon Squad alone had lost their lives at Tamura's hands. This was also the reason why Zhang Zilong felt such hatred for the Japanese last time and why he was so ruthless.

The four team members were all Zhang Zilong's good brothers, having gone through life and death together. The bond between brothers on the battlefield is something most people cannot understand. It can be said that their relationship was no less than that of blood brothers. After their deaths, Zhang Zilong vowed to personally kill Tamura to avenge them. However, Tamura's skills were indeed formidable, and Zhang Zilong was unable to kill him in several encounters. Later, Zhang Zilong returned to the city, feeling that his hopes of revenge were slim. But now, Tamura had actually come before him again, and a strong fighting spirit rose in Zhang Zilong's heart. This was also the reason why he had shown mercy to Hatoyama last time. Of course, it should be mentioned that quite a few ninjas had died at Zhang Zilong's hands.

Zhang Zilong stopped the car and observed the forest from the outside. The forest was eerily quiet, save for the occasional bird call. It seemed calm on the surface, but Zhang Zilong knew that beneath this tranquility lay a hidden secret. For ninjas, the forest was the perfect battlefield, allowing them to maximize their stealth. For others, the dense foliage would severely impair their vision. Zhang Zilong frowned slightly and then entered.

Sure enough, in the center of the forest was a small clearing, freshly made with tree stumps. It seemed to be a makeshift arena set up by the Japanese. It was still empty, but Zhang Zilong stopped and calmly said to an empty tree, "Tamura, an old friend has come, don't you even come down to say hello?" If anyone else saw this, they might think Zhang Zilong was a fool. Who would be so bored as to talk to an empty tree?

"Haha, Wolf, looks like your hearing has improved again!" With that, a figure leaped down from the tree Zhang Zilong was looking at. It was more like flying than leaping, as the person floated lightly down from a height of five or six meters.

The person's age was indiscernible, only roughly middle-aged. He was short, inheriting the good physique of Japanese people, but his face was resolute, and his eyes were very sharp. Only Zhang Zilong knew that this person, who looked young, was actually over eighty years old, the number one ninja in Japan, the epitome of ninjas. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say he was Japan's number one ninja. He had been learning ninjutsu since he was a few years old, and eighty years of experience had made his mastery of ninjutsu unparalleled.

“No, it’s a feeling,” Zhang Zilong shook his head. Looking at Tamura’s face, a strong killing intent suddenly flashed in Zhang Zilong’s eyes, but it was only fleeting. Because when true masters clash, they cannot tolerate even a trace of emotion. Whether it’s love or hate, sometimes it can numb the brain and make people do abnormal things. So, although Zhang Zilong had a strong killing intent towards Tamura just now, he still controlled it.

“As expected of a Chinese wolf. Since you dare to come alone, you have some guts. Aren’t you afraid that I’ll bring more people to bully you?” Tamura laughed.

“Haha, don’t forget, this is Chinese land. You are standing on Chinese soil. If you’re not afraid, why should I be? Even if you bring eight more people, so what?” Zhang Zilong smiled coldly.

Tamura’s expression changed in surprise, then he looked at Zhang Zilong strangely and sneered, “Wolf, you’ve indeed become much stronger. Come out, everyone. You know your friends, so what are you hiding?” Tamura shouted towards the woods behind him, and then eight figures came down from the trees.

"I won't let them interfere in our affairs. Remember, no matter how things end today, you're not allowed to make a move until we've decided who's stronger, understand?" Tamura shouted.

"Yes," the eight ninjas replied in unison.

Zhang Zilong smiled. This Tamura was very cunning. What did he mean by not allowing them to make a move until a winner was decided? It meant they could make their move once the outcome was clear. He wanted to have his cake and eat it too. But Zhang Zilong didn't care. As long as he could kill Tamura, the others posed no threat to him.

"Wolf, you killed three of our excellent Japanese samurai. We'll settle this score today. I'm going to kill you today!" Tamura looked at Zhang Zilong, a powerful killing intent suddenly erupting from him.

"Oh, is that so? Perfect, that's what I wanted to say to you too. Show me your strength. But let me tell you first, you will definitely die here today, because I will show you what true Chinese Kung Fu is," Zhang Zilong said calmly, without any emotion.

"Haha, Chinese Kung Fu, good, let me see it. But even if you're a little stronger than before, you still can't kill me. You know, although you're strong, there's still a slight gap between us. The last few times you managed to escape by luck, it always ended in mutual destruction. This time, you probably won't be so lucky," Tamura sneered.

Indeed, Zhang Zilong admitted this. In a real fight, Zhang Zilong was still a little weaker than Tamura. And for a master, that slight difference could mean the difference between life and death. The previous times, Zhang Zilong had fought to the death, only escaping thanks to his years of experience and intelligence. Otherwise, as Tamura said, he would have died at Tamura's hands long ago. After all, Tamura wasn't called Japan's number one master for nothing.

"Haha, you'll find out soon enough," Zhang Zilong said coldly.

"Wolf, you have the lives of over twenty Japanese samurai under your command. No matter what, I won't let you go today. But before I take your life, let me ask you a question. According to my intelligence, you've been discharged from your country's military. I heard you even lost your military status. I truly feel sorry for you. You've sacrificed so much for your country, nearly losing your life many times. Your country's peace, stability, and economic development over the past few years have been invaluable thanks to you, but this is the end result you received. I'm truly heartbroken for you!" Tamura said with a regretful and pitiful expression.

Zhang Zilong sneered inwardly. This Tamura truly embodied all the ugliness of the Japanese. Now, before the battle, he was trying to create emotional instability through psychological warfare. Although it wouldn't work on him, Zhang Zilong still admired his tactic; it was indeed brilliant.

Zhang Zilong remained silent, only looking at Tamura. Tamura, in turn, also remained silent, waiting for Zhang Zilong's reply. For Tamura, the longer Zhang Zilong pondered, the greater the blow his previous words had dealt to Zhang Zilong, so he wasn't in a hurry.

"There's a Chinese saying, I don't know if you Japanese understand it, it's called 'A true man has things he will do and things he won't do.' We have a very clear understanding of the value between family and country. Unlike some small countries without ancestors, we don't only know how to calculate personal interests. Chinese values are beyond your comprehension, little Japanese. To put it bluntly, it's a height you Japanese can never reach. This is the difference between a nation with deep cultural heritage and one without history," Zhang Zilong said slowly.

"You bastard! You dare insult our Yamato people, you Chinese pig! I'll make you pay!" Zhang Zilong's words finally provoked Tamura's anger. He leaped forward and attacked Zhang Zilong.

Zhang Zilong appeared relaxed, but only he knew he wasn't. From the moment he entered the forest, he had been in a state of extreme alertness, acutely aware of every change in his surroundings. His opponent was too powerful; any mistake could be fatal. Therefore, he had been constantly on the defensive.

When Tamura swiftly rose to his feet and launched a punch at Zhang Zilong, Zhang Zilong immediately prepared. Although prepared, the three-meter distance and the Japanese man's incredible speed made the punch difficult to parry. Zhang Zilong's eyes widened in surprise, then he shifted his stance and threw a punch at Tamura's incoming fist.

In terms of agility, unpredictability, and variety of techniques, Zhang Zilong was at a disadvantage in Japanese ninjutsu. However, there was one thing Zhang Zilong possessed that even Tamura, the self-proclaimed master of Japanese ninjas, couldn't match: power.

The lack of strength was an inherent disadvantage for Japanese ninjas. This was unavoidable; they couldn't be blamed for their own lack of power, given their Yamato blood. More importantly, ninjas, focused solely on speed and agility, received training in speed from a young age. This stemmed from the common-sense principle that strength and flexibility are mutually exclusive; excessive strength leads to a lack of flexibility, and vice versa. Just as Wolf Two possessed immense strength but couldn't achieve a breakthrough in agility, ninja strength wasn't particularly formidable. Those like Zhang Zilong, who combined strength and speed, were extremely rare, requiring exceptional talent. Even with Zhang Zilong's innate advantages, he still couldn't reach Tamura's level of speed.

While ninja strength wasn't considered exceptionally strong, this only applied to Zhang Zilong. After all, he was a martial artist, and Japanese ninjas were known for their unpredictable attacks. If that punch had landed squarely on Zhang Zilong, he knew he would likely be crippled.

Having practiced ninjutsu for over eighty years, Tamura was no match for someone like Hatoyama. He had anticipated that Zhang Zilong would use his fists to counter him, exploiting his weakness in strength. Just as they were about to meet, his entire body twisted in mid-air in a strange posture, then moved sideways around Zhang Zilong's fist, instantly shifting to Zhang Zilong's left side and throwing a punch at Zhang Zilong's waist.

Zhang Zilong's fist struck nothing but air. Zhang Zilong had also expected that a ninja like Tamura wouldn't simply withstand a direct confrontation; he would definitely do something else. This was based on his many encounters with Tamura. However, Zhang Zilong still hadn't anticipated that Tamura could move instantly in mid-air, especially after already launching an attack and releasing his power. Zhang Zilong thought to himself that Tamura's strength had increased considerably. But now was not the time to think about such things. Zhang Zilong's original plan was ruined by Tamura's mid-air movement, and there was no time for Zhang Zilong to dodge this attack. Zhang Zilong instantly used his hard qigong and then countered with an elbow strike to Tamura beside him. Although this elbow strike was much slower than Tamura's and must have landed after Tamura's blow, Zhang Zilong was certain that as long as he attacked, Tamura would absolutely not dare to fight him head-on. For ninjas, this was a losing proposition. Their bodies meant they didn't have much resilience, and they didn't have Zhang Zilong's hard qigong. The Japanese dared not accept this kind of fighting style that would kill a thousand enemies while losing eight hundred of their own. This was the fundamental reason why Zhang Zilong had been able to escape from Tamura's hands several times before.

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