[The Body Buyer] [Episode 1] Chapter 6: The Bleeding Lion Head

In fact, Ronan's cunning went far beyond that. Xu Jing thought Ronan had let the two thieves go, since they had already left one after the other. However, the reality was that Ronan had never intended to let them off easily; if you don't kill them, they'll bite you back. Ronan needed to be certain that these two thieves no longer posed a threat to Xu Jing.
As for finding the trail of the two who had already left, it wasn't difficult for him. He had already left a tiny tracker on each of the thieves, allowing him to pinpoint their location within a two-kilometer radius. This was something the FBI had phased out ten years ago; with the right connections, you could get your hands on it from the entire European black market. Ronan was undoubtedly a very well-connected person, so these trackers became one of his everyday toys.
The signals indicated that the two thieves didn't seem to be traveling together, as they hadn't converged on the same spot after leaving.
The beastly Derek went east, while Zhou Kan, the son of Xu Jing's friend, went north.
Ronan deeply resented fratricide, so he decided to follow Zhou Kan first. Soon, they arrived at a three-story villa. Judging from the situation, this was Zhou
Kan's house. Ronan chose a secluded corner and sneaked into the villa shortly after Zhou Kan entered.
Zhou Kan was on the second floor, while Ronan entered the third floor.
The main building of the villa covered more than 300 square meters, with four or five rooms on each floor. Ronan quietly discovered that most of the rooms were empty, and only three or four people lived in the entire villa, making it quite secluded. Ronan first entered a study. On the desk, he saw a family photo: a couple and two children. The date was March 2015. They looked harmonious and happy when the photo was taken, but it seemed that something bad had happened not long afterward, because the man's face had been smeared and scraped with a knife, and he was already unrecognizable. Judging from the ink stains and scratches, this kind of hateful revenge had probably been going on for several years.
Looking at the woman's face, her slightly upturned lips, no matter what, gave her a familiar look. After thinking for a moment, he realized that this was the famous movie star Wang Xi! She debuted several years earlier than Xu Jing, a television star who was once a hugely popular figure in the entertainment industry, hailed as a queen-level artist.
Even now, she hasn't completely retired from the mainland Chinese entertainment scene, still appearing in one or two films and television dramas each year. Although her exposure is lower, she still maintains a certain level of popularity. Of course, due to her advancing age—forty-seven years old, and having given birth to two children—her looks and figure are not what they used to be, and she has long lost her queen-like power, only struggling between the first and second tiers. Fortunately, most of her career has already shifted to Europe; otherwise, being gradually pushed off her throne by the younger generation would have caused her immense psychological imbalance and pain. She used to play beautiful women and young wives, but now she can only play mature women with lingering charm. Her figure and temperament have begun to be categorized by audiences as that of a voluptuous mature woman, and this maturity is not light or medium, but complete and utter.
What a pity! Ronan sighed inwardly. Although Wang
Xi wasn't a stunning beauty, she had always been a woman with a certain allure, as evidenced by her upturned lips, which seemed to always yearn to be conquered by a man. Unfortunately, time and childbirth had left their mark on her. While her face was still relatively smooth, the wrinkles around her eyes and cheeks were impossible to conceal. The former lilac had transformed into a begonia; otherwise, collecting her would be a great pleasure in life.
Ronan didn't want to waste time. Taking advantage of the quiet, he planned to go downstairs and teach Zhou Kan a lesson he would never forget, to show him the meaning of "what goes around comes around."
However, at that moment, an unexpected event occurred: Wang Xi returned, and not alone, but with a tall, strong white man.
Had Wang Xi completely transformed into a lustful woman after her divorce? They say, "Thirty is not wild, forty is wild, fifty is at the peak of wildness," and Wang Xi was clearly at the peak; it wasn't surprising that she needed a man. However, based on Ronan's impression of her from over a decade ago, this woman should have been a rather virtuous one. Even if she had strong desires, she would likely suppress them or choose sex toys to release them. Was his previous impression wrong? Or had her attitude towards life completely changed over time? Ronan was extremely curious, so he decided to wait and see.
The situation downstairs didn't escalate into a fight between two women. After they entered the house, the white man gestured for Wang Xi to go upstairs alone, seemingly asking her to do something.
Did he want Wang Xi to change into a sexy bikini and have sex downstairs? Ronan couldn't help but maliciously speculate.
Wang Xi quickly went up to the third floor, but instead of entering the master bedroom, she went to the study. Ronan hid cleverly and wasn't worried about her discovering him. After entering, Wang Xi immediately closed the door and locked it from the inside. Casually tossing aside her designer shoulder bag, Wang Xi let out a heavy sigh, her guarded expression disappearing, replaced by a lost and bewildered look. That expression was so familiar. Ronan
was secretly surprised. He realized that Wang Xi was definitely in trouble, or already deeply embroiled in some serious trouble. The white man and Wang Xi weren't lovers; he had come to Wang Xi's house for another purpose.
Sure enough, after a while, Wang Xi's actions revealed everything: she picked up the shoulder bag she had just thrown away, opened a hidden door in the left corner of the study, and looked somewhat nervous. She had pulled the door shut to be discreet, but because she pulled too hard, the unlocked door bounced back, revealing a large gap. This made it easy for Ronan to see everything inside.
Behind the small door was a makeshift bathroom with only three main items: a toilet, a full-length mirror, and a sink.
The full-length mirror was angled towards the small door, so it didn't reflect the outside, allowing Ronan to see Wang Xi standing in front of the mirror clearly through the crack in the door. Wang
Xi's expression grew increasingly tense. Her eyes were fixed on the mirror, and she didn't even notice the crack in the door that she could have easily spotted with a slight shift of her gaze. She seemed rather hurried, and even if she had seen it, she probably wouldn't have bothered to close the door, since she had already locked the study.
Wang Xi actually started undressing, quite quickly. First, she removed her black thermal shawl, then her white tight-fitting open-necked blouse, leaving her in only a khaki floral silk bra.
Her breasts were well-proportioned. Although her skin had lost most of its fair luster and returned to its original color, it appeared more fleshy and full. No wonder she was a mature woman who had given birth to two children. Ronan estimated it to be a 34C, and the C should be increased with "++", almost a D, more impressive than Xu Jing's C cup. Looking at the overall shape of her breasts, the drooping of the nipples was quite obvious, and the base of the breasts was already showing signs of collapsing outwards. If it weren't for the bra, the true shape of her breasts would be much looser. This
woman clearly hadn't paid much attention to breast care anymore; otherwise, her breasts wouldn't be in such poor condition compared to Xu Jing's. Ronan was extremely disappointed and furious. He hadn't had high expectations, but the reality was even worse than anticipated. This woman had completely transformed into a middle-aged woman. If things continued like this, she would eventually lose all her beauty.
Looking at her body now, after removing her skirt, two rolls of fat had appeared on her abdomen, and her belly was protruding. Ronan was truly infuriated.
Wang Xi, of course, was unaware that a lecherous man was "more worried than the emperor," lamenting her lost beauty and figure. She was only focused on undressing. After the skirt was off, her hand reached for the only covering on her lower body—a simple pair of pure white cotton panties. She bent down and pulled them all the way down, then looked at them closely. A large, slightly yellowish stain on them was particularly glaring. This lewd scene initially aroused Ronan, but upon closer inspection of the color and style of her underwear, he realized she had completely neglected her lingerie, a truly heinous act. Ronan wanted to rush in, pin this woman against the toilet, and slap her buttocks twenty times.
Over there, Wang Xi sighed, tossed her wet underwear into the empty wastebasket next to the toilet, and then did something that astonished Ronan: she actually spread her legs wide in front of the mirror, revealing her dark crotch area, parted the thick pubic hair, and found two cotton threads, one black and one white, near her naturally parted brown labia. She picked them up, tentatively tugged at the white thread, and her whole body trembled involuntarily. A feeling that sent shivers down her spine swept over her, making her legs weak. Ronan even observed that the upper hemispheres of her breasts were noticeably tense; clearly, touching the white thread had aroused the accumulated sexual desire within this fully mature woman.
Finally, the white thread was pulled out; a strip about the thickness of two thumbs pushed aside the obstruction and was dragged out of her vulva.
It was clearly a tampon used by women to prevent menstruation, only a thicker one. Judging from its wet but not red appearance when pulled out, and the long, thin, white line of vaginal fluid that followed, one could imagine how intense the repressed sexual desire within this mature woman was.
But what truly ignited Ronan's bloodlust was what followed: Wang Xi discarded the tampon, pulled on another black thread, and her body trembled slightly. Her vulva undulated, and the vaginal fluid at the opening increased noticeably, even dripping onto the ground, leaving a long, silvery thread trailing behind her hips. After some effort, a thick, long, hollow plastic plug was pulled out of her vagina. The mature woman shivered twice, her vulva opening contracting and relaxing several times before she wiped the sweat from her forehead and let out a long sigh. Clearly, the seemingly simple action had put considerable pressure on her body. She hadn't even noticed that her contracting vaginal opening could no longer close, and the accumulated vaginal fluid from prolonged friction was beginning to gush out—not only in large quantities but also thick and white. "
This woman! Does she know what she's doing?" Ronan closed his eyes in anguish, unwilling to watch the woman struggle between the pain and pleasure of depravity.
Wang Xi's actions weren't over yet, because another crucial part of her groin was also attached to a black line—her anus—miraculously delicate and pink, a stark contrast to the mature appearance of her vagina, still retaining the appearance of a virgin, untouched by any external force, even appearing more beautiful than many young girls' anuses. Yet, this crucial part of her body was now being forcefully stretched open by a thick, long plastic strip. The mature woman, emitting strange gasps and painful groans, struggled to pull the sinful black line, slowly ripping out the fifteen-centimeter-long, thick, round plastic strip from her body.
Finally, it was completely out. The woman angrily threw the plastic strip into the sink, and the next moment, overwhelmed by sorrow, she covered her face and wept bitterly. She knew she was doing something sinful, something she herself found despicable.
However, to prevent her son from going astray, and to save her son's father—her kidnapped ex-husband—from misfortune, she had no choice but to abandon all dignity and shame, painfully becoming a tool for a criminal syndicate to smuggling drugs using her body. The
two long, soft plastic bags she had just removed from her body contained a newly developed drug called "Angel's Tears." Using both her vaginal openings simultaneously, she could transport up to five hundred pills at a time, more than twice that of an average woman. This wasn't due to any special technique, but rather because of her exceptionally deep and long vaginal cavity.
Today was her first drug smuggling operation, starting in Lyon, France, and ending in Dublin, Ireland. The white man downstairs was the criminal syndicate's informant.
After passing this test of criminal behavior, she would be completely transformed into a tool of evil, using the identity of a successful European-Chinese entertainer to engage in the sordid business of human drug smuggling. Her soul would be forever plunged into darkness, and her conscience would condemn her, preventing her from ever redeeming herself. She had prayed to all the gods and Buddhas in the heavens to save her from her suffering, but no one came to her rescue. Gods and Buddhas were ultimately illusions; she could only sink deeper and deeper into despair.
Now, facing the fruits of her sins, she could only cry out, "My God, where are you?
Don't you know I'm willing to pay any price, just to take me away from this abyss…"
"Any price?" a faint voice echoed. "
Yes, yes, yes… I'm willing to give everything to ensure my family's safety, just to escape this abyss." "
Then…as you wish."
Ronan once again played the role of a charlatan, while Wang Xi remained unaware that her fate had changed, all because she had received the words "as you wish."
Although Ronan wasn't a philanthropist, and his possessiveness towards Wang Xi wasn't particularly strong, he was, after all, a man who cared for beautiful women. Though he acted like a scoundrel, he was also a chivalrous scoundrel. So even though Wang Xi's image in his mind had greatly diminished, he still wanted to change the tragic situation of beautiful women. Because in his world, he never allowed cases of beautiful women dying young to exist.
Regardless of how Ronan appeared to promote his wish-based transaction, and how Wang Xi believed his promises, in short, fifteen minutes later, when the burly white man downstairs had grown impatient, Wang Xi finally emerged from the study. Although her face was still desolate, her gaze was much more composed.
When Wang Xi handed the repackaged drugs to the burly white man, the man smiled with satisfaction. He quickly made a phone call and then hurriedly left. Ronan, hidden nearby, naturally followed quickly.
Although the delivery informant was vigilant, taking many detours and using several cover methods, he eventually arrived at the delivery location—a well-known club bar in Dublin—and handed the entire package of drugs to a burly Eastern European man with a full beard. Then, led by the burly man, they went to the fifth floor of a residential building behind the bar to meet their boss—a disabled fat man who had long since lost his left arm. Ronan also saw the bumbling thief Derek there; his head was now wrapped in white gauze like a mummy, almost unrecognizable at first glance.
What followed was a typical gangster dialogue. The one-armed fat man was very satisfied with his men's performance and immediately threw two rolls of pound notes at the two deliverymen, each seemingly worth at least five thousand pounds. The fat man himself held the bag of Angel's Tears, grinning as if he had found a ton of gold. The six henchmen in the room also congratulated the fat man; it seemed this bag of Angel's Tears was indeed very important.
The fat man then entered another room, where there was a medium-sized corporate safe; it would only open after verification of voice, fingerprint, and password. The
fat man deftly opened the safe and had just placed the packet of Angel's Tears inside when he suddenly felt a heavy blow to the back of his head. His vision went black, and he was powerless to scream. The tide of darkness swallowed his consciousness, and he collapsed unconscious. When he awoke again, he probably wouldn't even know who he was. This was the power of Ronan's secret technique—a single strike that not only caused concussion and amnesia, but also left him either mentally impaired or mentally disabled upon waking; his life was essentially ruined. Of course, perhaps this outcome was better for both himself and others. Ronan didn't discriminate; his six henchmen received the same treatment, including the bumbling thief named Derek.
Afterwards, Ronan found a pile of drugs and valuables in the safe. Among the drugs, there was only one packet of Angel's Tears, but tens of thousands of ecstasy pills and other soft drugs, as well as several packets of heroin. The valuables included over a million pounds in cash, a small bag of diamonds, and a box of gold bars weighing approximately ten kilograms. However, none of that was the most important thing. What truly interested Ronan was the massive pile of documents in the safe. A group of seven criminals clearly couldn't have amassed such wealth; Ronan suspected the fat man was merely a low-level leader, and the boss wouldn't reveal himself so easily.
His guess proved correct. This criminal organization was called Blood Lion, and its key members all wore tattoos of a bleeding lion's head. It was a large-scale criminal entity involved in smuggling, drug trafficking, human trafficking, and organ trafficking, with a tight-knit organization and a knack for controlling celebrities to achieve various nefarious goals.
Although the pile of documents was extensive, the crucial details were vaguely described, clearly indicating that the one-armed fat man wasn't qualified to know the core secrets. Ronan had no interest in investigating further; he knew what kind of organizations would be interested in such things. Among these documents, Wang Xi's ex-husband was listed as a partner in the drug trafficking ring; the files on successfully controlled celebrities contained information about Wang Xi and her son Zhou Kan, while the files on those to be controlled contained information about Xu Jing. The latter two were destroyed by Ronan along with the drugs. Other valuables, documents, and even the packet of Angel's Tears he had deliberately kept were all packed up and taken away by Ronan.
As for the fate of the fat man and his associates, whether the police or their accomplices came after them, it was none of Ronan's concern. All
he wanted was for Wang Xi and Xu Jing to be safe. As for the arduous task of tracing the source of the crime, someone else would do it for him.
Ronan had already made an agreement with Wang Xi: as long as he helped her escape the control of the drug cartel and guide her son onto the right path, she would belong to Ronan. Ronan has now extricated her from the situation. As for her son, Zhou Kan, he's addicted to drugs and willingly works for a criminal organization. He's beyond saving through ordinary means, but Ronan has a plan, and that plan hinges on those criminal files.
Ronan is quick to act; by 2 AM, the criminal files were in the hands of the intended recipients. Even Zhou Kan has been put on a ship, where he'll be sent to a hellish place to suffer for three years. Those who become "insects" will never emerge again, while those who become "dragons" will be reborn—it all depends on fate.
After finishing all this, Ronan finally had time to return to Wang Xi's villa, ready to enjoy the "gratitude" of that mature woman.

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