[Urban] The Mother Who Cheated on Her Toilet - Episodes 28-30 (Completed)

(Chapter 29)

The yacht continued its journey across the vast ocean. The monotonous sound of the waves surged from the endless darkness, only to recede and vanish again. I stood alone on the cold deck, enveloped in a misty, white aura, facing the immense sea and the overwhelming darkness.

I had been lost for twenty years; dejected, hesitant, and troubled for three; struggling, panicked, and anxious for half a year; suffering and hating for over a month. Finally, at this moment, my will was clearly converging in one direction. Now, I could no longer suppress my emotions for ordinary reasons, absolutely not. No, these were not trivial matters. This

feeling

was not merely impulsive passion; it had become the cry of my soul, the reliance of my life, even the reason for my existence.

In other words, the seed of dissent planted in my heart finally sprouted from its bud, blooming like a bewitching flower in the dark night, full of powerful malice—"Lu Guoqiang, prepare to face the last night of your life!" Standing with my hands behind my back, I didn't care about the waves that were making the yacht rock slightly. I strolled to the bow and murmured softly to the inky black sea.

"Also—" I raised my hands and examined them carefully. My tone was still light and ethereal. "Murderer, I hope that on Qianshan Island, you can talk to me face to face. Don't doubt my judgment, I know you will be on the island." After saying this, I stayed for more than ten minutes. Then I turned and walked back to the cabin.

In the small living room below the cockpit, the other three people besides me were already sitting down, eating bread, cake and cookies. Yanwu, who was sitting on the outermost side, carefully chewing her bread, nodded to me when she saw me. Then I continued to eat my bread, turning to the side with my head down.

I took a bag of bread and walked over to my mother and Haijian, who were sitting on the sofa, each occupying a corner. After settling down, I tore open the bread bag and whispered to my mother, "Mom, after tonight, everything will be over. You and Haijian can be free."

My mother, with her long hair down to her shoulders, no makeup, wearing a brown women's suit jacket over a round-neck embroidered cotton blouse, light blue jeans, and white high heels, didn't say a word. Her expression at that moment showed no fear, no guilt, no sorrow, only a faint sense of loss and melancholy. Even her lips, as she bit into the cake, seemed to be doing a mechanical job. Numb and stiff.

Seeing that she ignored me, I turned my head to the other side of the sofa with a flat expression. Perhaps because he hadn't eaten anything last night and at noon today, Haijian, who already had a large appetite, picked up a bag of cake after finishing the cookies and swallowed it in large mouthfuls. Just now, what I said to my mother made her pause slightly. So at that moment, our eyes met.

"Don't worry," I said with a faint smile, "After it's done, you'll get every penny of the two hundred thousand pounds." Before she could answer, I turned back to my mother's beautiful but rather haggard face and emphasized, "Mom, you'll get two hundred thousand pounds too."

She finally stopped eating, raised her head, her cold, sorrowful eyes devoid of any emotion, and a bitter smile hung on her lips as she coldly said, "In my heart, you're no longer the sensible, good son you once were. So, after this, our mother-son relationship is severed, and we'll have no further connection!" Hearing her resolute words, I felt no sadness, nor did any other negative emotions arise.

She continued to smile calmly, softly recounting, "I still remember the first Tang poem you taught me when I was six. 'Goose, goose, goose, with its curved neck singing to the sky; white feathers floating on green water, red webbed feet paddling blue waves.' It was 'Ode to the Goose' written by Luo Binwang, one of the Four Great Poets of the Early Tang Dynasty, when he was seven. At that time, my family was harmonious, my parents were happy, and I was innocent and clever. There were no better times than that—"

"How dare you say that?" Her face suddenly contorted with a complex mix of shame, resentment, and humiliation. "Why did you say those things to me? To show off your intelligence, your understanding of human nature? Don't you understand that doing this is the greatest harm to me, your mother? Huh!?" Her final, furious roar sent a shiver down Hai Jian's spine. As for Yan Wu, sitting on the outermost edge, after glancing at my mother's erratic expression, she continued eating.

"Sweet words are easy to say, but the truth is hard to hear." I remained calm and collected, but my words were even more grating to her: "You're angry now?" "I'll—beat you to death, you unfilial bastard!" Enraged, my mother threw down the food in her hand and pounced on me, her hands raining down on my cheeks, chest, and shoulders. Slaps, punches, scratches—actions usually reserved for shrewish women—were now displayed before me.

"I told you to study properly, but you wouldn't listen! You insisted on learning kung fu! I told you not to hang out with those weirdos, but you wouldn't listen! You even consider someone who can't distinguish between men and women a friend! You killed so many people, and you still say those bastards to me! Are you possessed?! Do you want to die sooner?! Speak up! Speak up!! Say something to me!!!" At this moment, my mother was like a furious lioness. These cries and shouts, along with her thrashing at me, resonated deep within my heart.

I didn't dodge; instead, I closed my eyes, stood upright, and let her vent her anger on me.

Neither Haijian nor Yanwu intervened to stop my mother's beating and scolding. For a moment, the cabin echoed only with my mother's shouts, cries, and the sharp, cracking sounds of her hands striking my cheeks and chest.

After about seven or eight minutes, her voice hoarse and exhausted, she stopped. She slumped onto the sofa, covering her face and continuing to sob. I, my face flushed and nose red from the beating, stood up and wiped the blood dripping from my lips. Then I waved, signaling Haijian to come with me.

We didn't sit down in the cockpit. As soon as we stood, I pulled out the prop Yanwu had given me—a Beretta 9000 pocket self-defense pistol—from my pocket.

"Here, take this gun." I twirled the gun, turning the handle towards Haijian. "It only has three bullets, and its range is limited. It loses its lethality beyond thirty meters. But it's decent for self-defense." "Give it to me?" He looked puzzled, clearly incredulous.

I nodded, then gave him a brief explanation and demonstration of how to use the gun. After that, I placed the gun in his hand, reminding him, "Remember, this gun is for protecting yourself and my mother. Don't waste bullets unless absolutely necessary." "Auntie and I are coming to the island too?" He stared blankly at the gun in his hand, muttering softly.

"No." I waved my finger. "You guys stay on the yacht. I'm giving you this just in case. You should understand, Lu Guoqiang was forced to flee to the island, and those who remain by his side are definitely his loyal followers. If Yanwu and I go up there, there will definitely be a gunfight with them. If they can't beat Yanwu and go crazy and board the yacht, this gun will come in handy."

"Of course, under normal circumstances, those henchmen won't be able to get on the boat. Yanwu can take care of them all by herself. Then, after we've wiped them all out, we can steal the cash Lu Guoqiang took with him when he fled. At least a million! I guess most of it will be hard currency like pounds and dollars. Maybe there will even be gold bars! But most of it will go to Yanwu. She only promised to give me 600,000 pounds, so I can only give you 200,000." As I spoke, I secretly glanced at his expression. I saw his lips were tightly pressed together, his eyelids trembled slightly, his pupils dilated and contracted, and a layer of greasy sweat gradually seeped from his nostrils.

"Hmph!" I sneered inwardly, then abruptly changed the subject, asking, "What's with those photos of me and my mom on your QQ space? Why did you take them?" "Huh!?" He was lost in thought when he heard this, and his body swayed. He quickly lowered his head, avoiding my gaze. He stammered and dared not answer.

"Curious? Fun? Exciting? A souvenir?" I offered several suggestions, but received no response. Seeing this, I shook my head, feigning regret, and said, "Forget it, let's not talk about these unpleasant things. Let's go back and get some sleep! In a little over three hours, we'll be at Qianshan Island." Less than five minutes after Haijian left, Yanwu entered the cockpit and took control of the rudder again. I stood beside her, biting into the bread I hadn't yet eaten.

"Is he the scapegoat you arranged?" Yanwu spoke just as I was getting water to moisten my throat.

I tilted my head back and gulped down the water, then used it to rinse the breadcrumbs stuck between my teeth. Then, slowly and deliberately, she said, "Besides him, who else could it be? I was a little worried about arranging for him before, not knowing your true identity and background. But now, I'm certain that as long as we give the higher-ups an explanation, even a completely illogical one, they'll accept it."

"That's right," she said with a cold laugh, her back to me. "They've already gotten what they wanted. Plus, an explanation that, while illogical, allows them to fabricate their own. Heh! I'm increasingly impressed with you." "Whoever holds the final interpretation can control everything," I said mysteriously and sinisterly, half-closing my eyes and crossing my legs. The

only response I received was the biting sea wind and the waves crashing against the sides of the boat.

﹡ ...

In the waters off Qianshan Island, just 2.5 nautical miles from the island.

"Haijian, don't forget what I told you. Take good care of my mother." The yacht was extremely dark, with all equipment turned off. I, already dressed in full combat gear and a bulletproof vest, carrying all weapons, and holding a red, white, and blue woven bag containing five items, was whispering instructions to Haijian, who was standing with me on the gunwale.

"Oh, and one more thing." Before he could reply, as if remembering something, I tapped my forehead and continued, "Don't touch the yacht's starting device. Because of the urgency, the yacht is still in autopilot mode. Once you start the engine, the yacht will automatically head towards the island." "Hmm? Oh, I know. Then, be careful." Haijian, who was hunched over by the strong sea wind, looking like a robust, chaotic beast in the night, suddenly stiffened upon hearing my words, then relaxed again.

After giving him my instructions, I looked up at the cabin door not far away. My mother didn't come out; she was exhausted and listless, having fallen asleep an hour ago.

"Let's go!" With Yanwu's low shout, I took a deep breath and followed her down the side gangway to a fully inflated rubber dinghy.

Once settled, I followed Yanwu's instructions, picked up the oars, and began paddling with her towards Qianshan Island, which appeared as a tiny black dot to our side—Qianshan Island, bordering the western Pacific Ocean, is nearly eighty nautical miles from the mainland, with international waters twelve nautical miles to its east. It's an island less than 1.5 square kilometers in size. Located in the tropical ocean, the temperature fluctuates very little; it's practically summer all year round. The island's substrate is highly saline, allowing only extreme halophytes to grow.

The island is surrounded on three sides by towering peaks and jagged cliffs. Only on the southern side is there a tiny, shallow sandy beach. According to Yanwu, two years ago, Lü Guoqiang instructed Shi Jiaran to acquire this island through various pretexts and deception, using it as a secret base for his future escape to another country.

Following the ocean current and propelled by the oars, the rubber boat approached Qianshan Island in less than forty minutes. I stowed the oars and raised my M24 pocket-sized infrared binoculars to look into the island. In the center of the island stood a three-story European-style villa. Besides this building, there was a small wooden cabin and a watchtower about seven or eight meters high on the right side of the beach. A faint light was shining from inside the cabin, and a flickering ember appeared at the top of the watchtower. It seemed a man was smoking on the top.

"There are twelve people on the island," Yanwu, her long hair tied back and also fully equipped with various gear and weapons, said, taking down her G36K carbine, which was slung over her shoulder with a gun lanyard. Then, while attaching a silencer and adjusting the sights, I continued in a low voice, "Besides Guan Li, Lü Genshi, and their seven men, there's also—"

"Ji Xiaomei and our good roommate—'Wasp.'" I blurted out what she wanted to say. Then, I raised my binoculars to observe the watchtower, still talking, "It's about 400 meters from here to there. The sea is rough. Are you sure you can hit it?" "

Otherwise, how are we going to land?" Having already prepared to fire, she leaned to one side after replying, her back against the edge of the boat, holding the gun with both hands, one eye on the periscope infrared sight. In that instant, I could fully feel the suppressed killing intent slowly rising within her, about to explode.

"Cunning as a fox, swift as a wolf." Thinking this to myself, I still didn't lower my binoculars, waiting for her to hit the bullseye.

"Pfft—" As the spent cartridge case bounced out of the barrel and tumbled through the air, the person in the binoculars collapsed instantly, motionless.

"Keep going, prepare to go ashore." She patted my shoulder as she put down her carbine. Receiving the signal, I picked up the oar again and slowly rowed forward.

After landing, we deflated the rubber boat and quietly stuffed it under the watchtower. Then we crouched down and took small, low steps, slowly approaching the still-lit wooden house.

"I can feel it, they're here." Yanwu, who was about six or seven meters ahead of me, whispered into her throat-mounted radio headset.

"Hmm? Oh, so Lü Guoqiang made a series of blunders to save his life?" I replied through my headset, carrying a woven bag in my left hand, holding a gun in my right, and wearing an AN/PVS-14 night vision goggles, my tone slightly curious.

"Ah—" Just then, a woman's shrill scream came from the wooden house. The scream contained despair and anger, sending chills down one's spine.

"Old ghost, the night is long, you're going to see another good show." Yanwu, who had paused for a moment, quickly regained her composure and quickened her pace towards the sound.

Hearing my nickname from her again after several days felt incredibly familiar to me, who had just been startled by the scream, and I relaxed. At the same time, as we approached the wooden house, we also noticed the obscene sounds of men and women mingling together, engaging in lewd acts and shouting insults. There were even the soft sobs and pleas of a woman.

"What, are you going to give up on Guan Li?" Three minutes later, I, who was squatting with her in the corner of the wooden house, slowly glanced around and then asked.

"She's just a pawn. Once she's worthless, she has to die. Yours is the same." As she spoke, she took a high-powered stun grenade from her chest with one hand.

I removed my night-vision goggles and cautiously peered through the ventilation window.

The floor of the wooden hut was covered with dry grass. A simple light bulb emitted a dim, yellowish glow.

Inside were four men and two women. Neither Lü Guoqiang nor Shi Jiaran were among the men; they appeared to be their henchmen. The women were none other than Guan Li and Ji Xiaomei.

However, Guan Li was now dead. Unlike Shi Jiaran's previous deception, Guan Li was now naked and abandoned in a corner of the hut. Her fair, delicate skin was now covered in black and blue bruises. Her pretty, oval face was smeared with filthy, yellowish semen. A sharp blade was embedded in her muddy genitals. From this, it was clear that the scream I had heard earlier was her dying breath.

Compared to Guan Li's bulging eyes and contorted face, this was a stark contrast to her tragic death. Ji Xiaomei was probably in no better shape at this moment. Her hands were bound together, and she was also completely naked, facing four men who were brutally ravaging her with lust. Her expression was utterly numb. It was a profound sorrow, a helplessness born of despair.

"I've already told you, I've already told you, it's all him, he's the one who sent me. It's him, it's him, it's him—" She stopped crying, offering no resistance. Following the orders of one of the four men, she straddled him, her knees spread, supporting her weight on either side. Her once delicate but now swollen and red buttocks were raised high, swaying up and down against the man's body. She kept repeating those words, like chanting a mantra.

"You little bitch! What the hell are you chanting? Hurry up and give me a blowjob!" Another man, his eyes bloodshot and his body covered in blood, shook his limp penis, cursing as he shoved it into Ji Xiaomei's mouth. He held her head tightly, thrusting violently.

"Haha, Kui Zi, still quite energetic!" The other two, already putting on their pants, were aroused again. They laughed and joked with the man thrusting into Ji Xiaomei's mouth, pulling up their trousers as they strolled over to the three of them. One man kneaded her breasts, while another rubbed his penis against her back.

"Luckily, Boss Lü anticipated our moves and saw through these two bitches. Otherwise, we brothers would all be like Ah Liao and the others, vanished without a trace." The man kneading her breasts looked indignant, his fingers applying increasing pressure.

"Alright!" the man named Kui Zi hissed. "Brothers, don't forget Boss Lü and the boss's orders. Hurry up and have another round, then sit down! We still have to take turns with the 'White Eyes' outside!" The four men said nothing more, then laid Ji Xiaomei down on the dry grass, spreading her legs to reveal her dark red labia.

Inside, there was already a gush of fluid, covered in semen. Kui Zi moved to her lower body, letting go of her labia, and instead inserted his now erect penis into her anus, beginning to thrust and sway his hips, his testicles slapping against her exposed flesh with a loud slapping sound.

Another man took Kui Zi's place, his penis thrusting into her lips. A third man lifted her legs and thrust in and out in the most traditional position. The last one straddled her chest, cupping her breasts with his hands, clamping his penis between them, arching his buttocks, and vigorously fucking her.

Faced with the occupation of four men, Ji Xiaomei remained remarkably calm. She let them indulge her, ride her, and play with her obscenely. She neither moaned nor cried out in pain. Her graceful and alluring figure was like a small boat adrift in a stormy sea. At this moment, her soul had vanished, her mind imprisoned. If it weren't for the large amount of saliva dripping from the corner of her mouth, proving she was still alive, I would have thought that the four men were fucking just a beautiful female corpse—

"Don't shoot, look down, I'll handle it." Just as I was stunned, Yan Wu's voice came through my earpiece. After speaking, she put on her goggles, then suddenly pulled the safety pin on the stun grenade, flicked it, and threw it into the wooden house.

"Sizzle—" A blinding flash, accompanied by a massive shockwave, instantly engulfed the room. Before the four dazed men could even react, Yanwu, already standing, unleashed a series of sharp, short bursts of fire.

"Pfft, pfft, pfft—" The four men, along with Ji Xiaomei, were silently killed by the barrage of bullets.

Although Yanwu's actions were swift, decisive, and clean, the intense shockwave still alerted the villa hundreds of meters away. I clearly saw the villa's lights come on, but they quickly went out again. No one emerged, and the entire island returned to silence.

"Trying to lure you into a trap? Heh!" I sneered as I entered the chaotic, corpse-strewn wooden house. Lying in the very center was Ji Xiaomei. Her chest and abdomen were completely ripped open, the empty corpse covered in human organs and pools of blood, the stench filling the air, utterly disgusting.

But I ignored that, grabbing her left arm and wiping it clean before examining it closely. The artery around her elbow was riddled with needle marks of all sizes.

"Let's go! He's here after all." Yanwu, who had entered the house earlier than me, finished checking on the others and strolled out. She waved, signaling, "The final show is about to begin." "Yes, I heard it too." A cold smile appeared on my face as I patted the already dead Ji Xiaomei, then stood up, walked out of the cabin, and raised my binoculars to look out at the sea.

The reason for this wasn't anything else, but that Yanwu and I had both heard the yacht's engine at the same moment—and as we moved forward again, we were no longer as wary and cautious as when we first arrived on the island. I even jokingly said to her loudly, "Mercenaries are mercenaries! You're using dumdum bullets on those henchmen? Are you afraid they won't even be completely dead?" She smiled slightly, noncommittal, as she changed the magazine on her carbine.

One hundred meters, fifty meters, twenty meters.

Finally, we stepped onto the stone steps and arrived at the dark, silent villa's gate. As I pushed open the slightly ajar door, I was about to put my night vision goggles back on when she stopped me: "No need. I believe that once we go in, it will be brightly lit very soon. Besides, everyone who's supposed to be here is almost here."

She gave me a thumbs-up, pointing it behind her head. Following her direction, I looked back; the yacht was less than three hundred meters from the island, about to reach the beach.

Seeing this, a mocking smile played on my lips as I nodded to her. Then I pushed open the heavy door and stepped inside first.

The room was pitch black, so dark you couldn't see your hand in front of your face. But soon—"Buzz—Click—" "Drop your weapons!" The light, along with the crisp sound of a gun bolt being pulled back and a stern, loud shout, reached our ears.

After squinting to get rid of the temporary discomfort in our eyes from the bright light, I looked up and scanned the room. Standing in the hallway between the two floors of the villa, facing the main hall, were four fully armed foreign men, armed to the teeth. Two were white, one was black, and the last one was a man with a sallow complexion, clearly of South Asian descent. The four of them held various types of long guns, pointing them down at us, their eyes filled with murderous intent.

"Are you determined to kill me?" Along with this enigmatic voice came the handsome, tall figure of Lü Guoqiang. He stood among the four foreign men, his expression indifferent. The pockmarked man who had kicked me was now standing beside him, knife and gun in hand, his expression as wooden and cold as ever.

"Crash—bang!" We both, still completely unfazed, threw down our weapons and other belongings. I casually crossed my arms and said nonchalantly, "I truly feel sorry for you!" "Is that so?" Upstairs, Lü Guoqiang shook his head in a tone that was hard to decipher—a mixture of regret and relief. "Then let's

wait and see. Who's happy, who's sad, we'll find out soon enough." A murderous aura filled the room, while a night breeze blew in from outside. (To be continued)

(Chapter 30)

Time passed, the air heavy. Eight people from both sides, positioned high and low within the villa, awaited that final moment, or rather, their respective destinies.

"Go and bring him here." Two or three minutes later, the stalemate was finally broken by Lü Guoqiang. He commanded the pockmarked man behind him in a deep, stern voice.

The pockmarked man, having received his order, strode towards a room on the second floor. At the same time, the half-open door to the hall was also opened. Those who entered were none other than Shi Jiaran, one of Lü's men, and his last remaining henchman. Also present were Hai Jian, head bowed and walking slowly, and my mother, her expression one of utter shock and disbelief. Shi

Jiaran, holding a Type 54 pistol to my mother's back and forcing her forward, was extremely sinister, his eyes fixed on me like a cold glint. As he passed by me and Yanwu, he uttered words filled with smugness and hatred: "He Jun, we meet again. I let you get away last time, but you won't be so lucky today!" I ignored him, walked around him, and stared at my mother, saying frankly, "It's okay, Mom. Relax."

"He—you—this—" My mother was so frightened by the complicated and chaotic situation that she was at a loss for words, trembling all over, and her body involuntarily pressed against Haijian beside her.

"Aran, let them stay downstairs! You come up." Just as Shi Jiaran was about to push my mother forward again, Lü Guoqiang, who was upstairs, spoke up. He glared at me fiercely, then released my mother and followed the henchman who had picked up the weapons and belongings Yanwu and I had left on the ground, upstairs.

My mother, still shaken, seemed to find support and immediately shrank to Haijian's side.

Her hands gripped his arm tightly. Wearing only a round-neck floral cotton shirt and jeans, and without even having changed her shoes, she looked both disheveled and terrified. Her long, wavy hair cascaded messily over her shoulders, and her bare, fair neck was covered in sweat.

I calmly patted her shoulder, which was turned towards me, to reassure her. I glanced at Haijian, who kept his head down, avoiding my gaze. Meanwhile, Yan Wu raised her head and said calmly, "Hey, Mr. Lü, almost everyone's here. Hurry up and say what you have to say so we don't have any regrets."

"You're quite something," Lü Guoqiang said, looking down at her with an air of absolute confidence as he stroked his chin. "To deal with me, you changed your gender at school, disguised yourself as a man, and hid for over a year. You even instigated my students to secretly monitor me. If it weren't for A Ran's ambush that day, I doubt you'd have revealed your identity yet. He Jun's good roommate, Zhao Wuyan, Zhao Wuyan!!!" Yes, Lü Guoqiang was right. Wuyan hadn't died at all; Yan Wu was Wuyan, and Wuyan was Yan Wu.

That was all.

"Since you've revealed one of the mysteries," Yan Wu's lips curled slightly, her finger moving upwards, her tone mocking, "Could you tell us where you got these people from?" "Bang—" Before Lü Guoqiang could speak again, the pockmarked man who had emerged from a room threw a large sack downstairs. And upon landing, the sack's seal burst open. Instantly, a battered and bloodied figure rolled out. I looked closely and recognized him as my other roommate—"Wasp."

"No need to look," a somber voice reached my ears as I was about to step forward to check on "Wasp." The speaker was Shi Jiaran, his eyes narrowed and cold as he said in a chilling tone, "He was killed by Pockmarked an hour ago. Now he's just a corpse." I stopped in my tracks and glanced at my mother and Haijian.

The two, huddled together, displayed contrasting expressions. My mother was terrified by "Wasp's" corpse, her legs weak, almost collapsing onto Haijian's chest. Haijian, perhaps having seen too many dead bodies in the past few days, seemed slightly more composed. However, when we met eyes, he was still filled with shame, avoiding my gaze.

"So what if they're dead?" I shook my head, a faint smile playing on my lips, my eyes fixed on Lü Guoqiang. "Hey! Since things have come to this, let's be open and honest, and talk about something we're both interested in." "Want to die with some clarity?" He still rested his chin on his hand, speaking at a measured pace.

"Yes." I nodded slightly, then continued, "I've thought of a good idea. We'll use a question-and-answer format. Once all the questions are asked, then it's over. Those who deserve to die, die; those who deserve to live, live. What do you think?" "Uncle Qiang, stop wasting time talking to them. Let's get started!" Shi Jiaran quickly suggested to Lü Guoqiang after I finished speaking.

"No problem." Lü Guoqiang waved his hand, still maintaining his refined and composed demeanor. After gesturing to the four foreign men to lower their guns, he spoke up, "Then, you go first."

"It's the same question she asked earlier." I pointed at Yanwu, then at the four foreign men aiming their guns at us. "Where did you hire these men?" "These men were hired by Aran's men." He turned to look at the pockmarked man with a cold expression, then added, "He's Aran's most loyal subordinate. He's been running around for me for the past four years, and I admire him greatly." "Oh." I replied expressionlessly, "It's your turn to ask." "Why did you do those things that were detrimental to me? And how much do you know about me?" He thought for a moment before asking.

"Answer the latter first!" I declared loudly, "A few months ago, I read your diary. From it, I learned a little about your true nature." "That black-covered diary?!" His body visibly stiffened, and his tone became serious.

"Remember that time I got drunk and stayed overnight at your house?" I chuckled silently, then continued, "That night, I got up to use the restroom and accidentally stumbled upon you and Mom making love in the studio. When you were almost finished, I was in the study, and as I was putting back the black-covered book that could be seen through the studio window, I accidentally opened a few pages.

I glanced at it and realized it wasn't a book, but a diary you disguised as one, so I started paying attention to it. So, I secretly got a copy of your house key from Mom, and then, when you weren't there, I sneaked over to read your diary."

"Xiuqin, what a fine son you have!" Hearing this, Lü Guoqiang looked up at my mother, who was still leaning against Haijian. His words were full of sarcasm and hidden anger.

I ignored his sarcastic remarks about my mother and continued my eloquent speech: "Actually, I sympathize with you quite a bit. You were originally ambitious and eager to make a name for yourself in the art world, but not only did you fail to achieve your goal, you were also abandoned by your vain, mercenary, and vulgar ex-wife. This made you very sad and confused, and filled you with an unventable resentment. Moreover, the injustices your parents suffered during the Cultural Revolution had a profound impact on you. So you began to hate this country and this government. You wanted to rise above others; you wanted to control everything."

"A purely accidental opportunity to study abroad took you to England. And, quite by chance, you met the Duke of Buckley, a passionate collector of antiques and artifacts. Believing your opportunity had arrived, you quickly reached an agreement with him, then returned to China and began dealing in domestic cultural relics. And that's how you've come to this point."

"Of course, you didn't write the duke's name in that diary. The things you recorded were sometimes angry, sometimes anxious, sometimes fearful, and sometimes indifferent. In my opinion now, you must have been uneasy! After all, smuggling cultural relics, drug trafficking, and organizing a criminal gang are all capital offenses in this country. If you were discovered, your fate would be terrible. This kind of privacy has always been buried in your heart, and over time, it will naturally lead to a very serious personality split. On the one hand, your conscience condemns you, forcing you to write those diaries that are like confessions; on the other hand, your sense of luck and the evil nature that arose in the pursuit of power constantly spur you on. The struggle between these two completely different thoughts results in your two-faced way of dealing with people."

"I still clearly remember what you often wrote in your diary: 'I don't want to be a Van Gogh who ends in tragedy, I want to be a great man who can cultivate Van Goghs!' and 'What's the use of cultivating Van Goghs? Only those with wealth and power can decide who can become Van Goghs! Wealth, I have now; power, I am striving for!' These two sentences are similar in meaning, but their implications are completely different. It's conceivable that you are a complex person whose heart yearns for the light, yet whose body is in darkness." After saying this, I looked up and quietly looked at him.

"Unexpected, unexpected!" Lu Guoqiang shook his head slightly, his expression desolate, his words carrying a hint of admiration. "I was cautious for ten years, but you still managed to exploit a loophole. It's true that one wrong move can lead to total defeat. Fortunately, fortunately, I was prepared—" "Then what about my previous question? Why didn't you answer it?" He continued to press me, his tone suddenly changing.

"It's simple, wealth moves people's hearts. Deep down, you and I are the same kind of people." I answered with a smile.

"Hmm—" He drew out the word, pondering for a moment. Then I asked, "Any more questions?" "Yes." As I spoke, I glanced back at Hai Jian, who was silently looking down, and pointed at him. "Did you already know about him and my mother? Also, did you instruct him to take those explicit photos of them, to use as leverage if my mother disagreed with going to those bureaucrats you were associating with?"

"Ah!" "Thump!" Before Lü Guoqiang could answer, my mother cried out in alarm and fell to the ground behind me. Everyone looked and saw that Hai Jian had pulled the Beretta 9000 pocket self-defense pistol I had given him from his crotch. He shoved my mother aside and rushed in front of me, all traces of guilt he had shown earlier vanished. What remained was only resentment in his eyes.

"Why! Why! Why did you say this! You knew all along, didn't you! Didn't you!" He held the gun to my forehead, shouting hoarsely. His expression was completely crazed; the terror he had endured over the past two days had completely erupted in this moment.

"You're right, I knew about their affair before they got married." Just then, Lü Guoqiang spoke up: "I sent people to investigate Xiuqin's situation over the past few years. Learning of her improper conduct only strengthened my resolve to marry her and gradually make her work for me. I met this Liu Haijian once; I asked him to take those explicit photos. The condition was that they be allowed to continue their relationship, plus five thousand yuan." "Wah—" My mother, who had just heard the truth, finally broke down in tears, collapsing to the ground. Her sobs were filled with utter desolation and heartbreak.

"No! That's not it! That's not it!" Hai Jian, wildly waving the gun in his hand, loudly refuted Lü Guoqiang's words: "You fucking lie! I wanted to take those photos myself, what's it to you! You fucking have so much money! You only gave me five thousand yuan! Are you trying to fob me off? I won't accept this! I've suffered so much these past two days! I want compensation! Compensation! Two hundred thousand isn't enough! What can that be enough for! I want to open a shop, open a teahouse! Two million! At least two million! Ah! No! I don't know any Lü Guoqiang! I didn't want to take those photos! It was him! He told me to take them—"

Listening to and watching Hai Jian's incoherent, neurotic behavior and words, I still maintained a calm demeanor. The words that came out of my mouth stunned him instantly: "Fatty, I forgot to tell you. That day when we went back to the county town to kill people, while you were unconscious, I killed your parents. Now, you're an orphan, what use is so much money to you?"

"You, you, you—" His eyes were bloodshot, and his breathing was as heavy as an old ox.

"Go ahead!" I said with a mocking smile, my hands in my pockets, guiding him. "Shoot. We're less than five meters apart now. Just aim at me, pull the trigger, and the enemy who killed your parents will die. I promise I won't run away, I won't resist at all." As I spoke, I glanced at my mother, who was sitting on the ground, sobbing uncontrollably. At this moment, after suffering a series of blows, she no longer cared about her surroundings. All she could do was cry, cry with all her might. As for who was right and who was wrong, who was good and who was bad, she no longer had any reaction in her heart.

"Ah! I'll kill you, you beast!" Before I could even look away, Hai Jian, just a few steps away, roared, raising his gun-wielding arm, pointing it at me, and forcefully pulling the trigger.

"Bang—Boom!" The gunshot rang out, and a man fell to the ground, shot.

It wasn't me who was hit, but him.

I slowly walked to Hai Jian, who lay sprawled on the ground, his legs still twitching, his skull riddled with holes, a bloody mess, his face utterly gruesome. I whispered, "I told you, I wouldn't shoot you. You asked for this. Yan Wu modified the gun; the bullets are ejected backward. I'm sorry I only reminded you now. But it's alright, someone will soon be joining you on your journey to the underworld." As soon as I finished speaking, Liu Hai Jian's legs stopped twitching. The miniature pistol, clutched tightly in his hand, now just the grip, slipped from his grasp. He was dead.

"Good lad! Your methods are ruthless!" Shi Jiaran, sitting to the side of Lü Guoqiang, spoke in an icy tone. "Well then, I'll ask you two questions. First, as I asked you last time, are A Liao and the others dead at your hands? Second, who is the charred corpse that appeared when you ambushed that guy next to you?"

"Let me answer those questions!" Yan Wu, who hadn't spoken for a while, said with a playful expression, her words sharp and clear: "Those four good-for-nothings are indeed dead. As for their bodies, they should have been disposed of at the sewage treatment plant. Furthermore, the charred corpse that appeared after you ambushed me—his identity is none other than our other roommate besides this dead 'Wasp'—'Scholar'!"

"Without compassion, one is not human. Without shame, one is not human. Without humility, one is not human. You are so cruel, cunning, and bloodthirsty. Do not forget, the ways of Heaven are constant; those who commit many injustices will surely be punished by Heaven!" With a solemn expression, Lü Guoqiang leaned against the railing, looking down, and spoke loudly to Yanwu and me.

"In this era, without ruthlessness and cunning, one cannot become rich and powerful." I crossed my arms, my posture composed, and smiled calmly.

"I have no more questions." Lü Guoqiang said, gesturing with his eyes to the four foreign men.

"Is it over?" I turned to look at Yanwu standing beside me. She was still smiling, her eyes like a fox's, and her words were quite profound: "I have no deceit towards you, and you have no suspicion towards me. If you are suspicious and deceitful, who knows your heart?" The four foreign men, along with Shi Jiaran, the pockmarked man, and their henchmen, slowly raised seven guns of varying lengths. Lü Guoqiang stood among them, like a star surrounded by the moon. Neither of us felt anger, fear, or even the slightest tension.

"Heh, it's the end." Yanwu continued to laugh, her words echoing in the hall with the passing air, mingling with my mother's fading sobs: "I just want to tell you, in this play, you're just a supporting character. No matter how clever you are, no matter how hard you try to save your life, it's impossible. Because you don't know who belongs to whom!" With that

, she suddenly raised her right arm, her index, middle, and ring fingers extended side-by-side, resting horizontally on her left arm. As she gave this command, her lips parted slightly, and she uttered, "Move!!!" "Crash—" "Pfft—Bang—" "You!!!" Lü Guoqiang's face drastically changed, his previous composure completely gone. His eyes widened, his mouth trembled, and the knuckles of his hands gripping the railing turned white.

Beside him lay two freshly killed corpses—his loyal henchman Shi Jiaran and the last remaining henchman. The former had been shot in the back of the head, the latter his throat slit. The one who swiftly finished them off was the silent, taciturn, pockmarked man.

As for the four foreign men, they turned their guns on Lu Guoqiang, aiming them at various vital points.

"Let me reintroduce myself!" Yan Wu said casually, walking leisurely to the second floor. Looking at Lu Guoqiang, who was trembling and had a livid face, she said, "Yan Wu,

Bakrich, the adopted daughter of Duke Bakrich. The third leader of the 'Arctic Fox' mercenary group. As for these five, they are all my mercenaries." "Even him?!" Surrounded by guns, Lu Guoqiang struggled to raise his right hand, pointing at the pockmarked man standing beside Yan Wu. His face showed nothing but shock.

"They've been plotting against you for four years." At this moment, I helped my mother, whose eyes were swollen from crying and who looked dazed, upstairs. Hearing his question, I interrupted, "You think you've solved everything just because you caught Richard and Guan Li, plus Ji Xiaomei who's with Shi Jiaran? You didn't expect that, did you? The truly useful 'sleeper agents' have already been lurking within your ranks."

"And," Yanwu added loudly, "the three million pounds you spent to hire these four of my men has been transferred to our Arctic Fox's dedicated bank account. And unfortunately, the password to your Swiss bank private account, which you've accumulated over the years, was also cracked by my technicians yesterday. There were a total of twenty million Swiss francs, equivalent to over 13.3 million pounds, 21 million US dollars, and a staggering 140 million yuan. It should also be in our bank account now."

"You, you all—" He struggled for a long time. Finally, she managed to squeeze out a trembling word from her throat: "Ruthless!" "Killing." Without further ado, Yanwu gave the order to her subordinates cleanly and efficiently.

The black man standing behind Lü instantly kicked him in the back of the knee, and fired after Lü knelt down.

Three shots rang out in quick succession, each piercing his chest and abdomen. Vibrant blood suddenly bloomed on his chest. Amidst the splattering blood, this self-important, arrogant man—a combination of CPPCC member, university professor, painter, art smuggler, underworld boss, and drug lord—finally collapsed to the ground.

His face contorted, one hand clutching his blood-filled throat, making a series of cracking sounds. His other hand flailing and clenching in the air. Clearly, he was unwilling to die like this. But sadly, the passing of life cannot be decided by human will. Less than half a minute later, he slowly closed his eyes and walked towards death.

"Captain!" The four foreign men who had completed their mission stood respectfully before Yanwu, bowing deeply in acknowledgment. After greeting them, Yanwu quickly turned around and smiled at the pockmarked man with a blank expression, "Pockmarked man, you've had a tough four years." "It's nothing!" He met Yanwu's gaze with a smile that, though unsightly

, revealed a hidden joy. "I won't say more for now. Go and tell the ship to come here immediately. To bring all the things to take. Go!" She decisively gave orders to her five subordinates in both Chinese and English.

After speaking, she came to me and my mother, stared at me, and whispered, "Aren't you going to meet the murderer?" I supported my mother with one hand and picked up the woven bag and pistol that Shi Jiaran and the others had brought up earlier with the other.

Then I slowly replied, "Give me half an hour." She pursed her lips, as if she wanted to say something. But in the end, she turned and walked away.

I helped my mother into a room on the second floor that had just been searched. After placing her on the bed, I silently gazed at her. Even now, her hair disheveled, she was still sobbing softly, her face buried in her hands, her sobs so heart-wrenching, her rounded shoulders heaving violently, creating arcs in her wake.

"Hoo—" I placed the woven bag on the ground, took a deep breath, and began the most important story of my life: "Mom, let me tell you a story!" "

Once upon a time, there was a little boy. From a young age, he loved his beautiful mother. He thought she was the most perfect woman in the world. And, as he grew older, this thought slowly transformed into infatuation. It wasn't the harmonious, paternal love between family members, but a forbidden, incestuous love, unacceptable to the public!" Hearing this, she slowly stopped sobbing, raised her head, her eyes wide with surprise and shock.

"Yes! The little boy knows very well how dangerous this kind of love is." I leaned against the mirror in the wardrobe. "So, he has always forcibly suppressed these feelings in his heart. Originally, this illicit love might have gradually disappeared as the little boy grew up."

"But unfortunately, this good situation can no longer be realized due to the little boy's mother's infidelity and divorce." I shook my head, my tone somewhat self-deprecating. "That mother, in total, had sexual relations with ten different men. Perhaps it was because of his interest in sex at that time, or some other inexplicable reason, that the little boy became fond of following his mother and became fascinated by watching her have sex with other men. Gradually, in his subconscious, he replaced those men with himself, indulging in fantasies of pleasure with his mother. And it was at that time that a woman who was almost as beautiful as his mother entered his life. From then on, the woman replaced his mother and became the object of his deepest affection."

"Dreams are just dreams, after all. So when his mother remarried, and the woman who was supposed to be his replacement made it clear she didn't want anything to do with him anymore, the young boy, now a young man, realized he could no longer indulge in such blasphemous fantasies. He tried his best to break free and to date women his own age normally. But this didn't happen; his girlfriend, also around his age, dumped him." "

Disheartened and extremely lost, he gradually began to hate women, especially vain ones. His mother, the woman who had been his replacement, and his girlfriend were all, coincidentally, those kinds of women." "

This dislike slowly transformed into hatred. He dared not touch his mother, but he was determined to take revenge on that promiscuous woman. Just then, he witnessed his mother having sex again and discovered a shocking truth: his mother's new husband was a two-faced scoundrel! And he possessed a large amount of illicit wealth."

"The quick-thinking boy soon came up with an idea. One of his roommates, with a mysterious background, was not only highly skilled but also an avid reader of detective novels. Influenced by his roommate, he, who had also read a large number of detective novels, specifically chose two novels as the blueprint for his revenge and money-grabbing plan: one called 'The Thousand-Year-Old Orchid,' and the other 'The Mystery of the Puppet House.'"

"The boy was quite clever. He tricked the promiscuous woman out of her ID card, using it to buy a used car, rent a house, and all the tools he needed. At the same time, he tried his best to build a relationship with his extraordinary roommate and learn martial arts. More importantly, he secretly studied a large number of books on psychology and multiple personality disorder. Because the two detective books he found were both about dual personalities."

"Hehehe, I'll tell you the rest!" At this point, a sudden, sinister laugh rang out.

The killer had appeared.

"You—you—" My mother's face was filled with terror, her teeth chattering, and she could barely speak.

The killer picked up the woven bag, unzipped it, and dumped its contents onto the ground. One, two, three. Five things in total—no, actually, five human heads—appeared before my mother.

Upon seeing this horrifying sight, my mother nearly fainted from fright. I quickly went over and pinched her philtrum. The killer's sinister voice still echoed in the room: "Xia Tianhong, Wu Zhongfa, Jiang Zihui, plus his two cronies. Five bastards in total, heh heh! Good! Good riddance! Shen Xiuqin, I didn't originally intend to do this. My goal was to take care of Fan Jinyan and Qian Mingyuan, that pair of scoundrels, and incidentally get some of Lü Guoqiang's ill-gotten gains. But I never expected that you would get involved with a fat pig like Liu Haijian. Moreover, you so vehemently defended yourself and exonerated him. You even wanted to sever ties with your own son for him!"

"Heh heh heh, you never imagined this, did you! That Liu Haijian, tormented by poverty and stripped of all his backbone, would collude with your new husband. You're a complete failure, a total failure. Now, I just want to say one last thing to you: Not only does your son hate you! I hate you too! I'm not only going to send you to your grave, I'm going to desecrate your grave; I'm not only going to desecrate your grave, I'm going to weave my saliva into a flower!!!" By this point, my mother was completely speechless, refuted by the murderer's surging hatred and murderous intent. Her face was expressionless. Her gaze was blank, fixed on the five hideous human heads. She muttered nervously, "You killed everyone, you killed everyone, my son is dead too, dead too, dead too—"

"Alright! Go and meet Liu Haijian!" The murderer, his gaze resolute and his hand as steady as a mountain, raised his gun, pressed it against her forehead, and resolutely pulled the trigger.

The rapidly spinning bullet not only tore out large chunks of flesh from her brain, but also took her life.

She collapsed onto the bed, head tilted back, lifeless, no longer the mature beauty she once was.

"Now—" I gripped the gun tightly, my body tense, coldly staring at the killer. A moment later, I smiled at him. "Let's make a final stand." He smiled too, raising his gun almost simultaneously with me. Then—"Bang!" "Clang—" The gunshot rang out, the lens shattered. I stood there, unharmed, while all that remained was a pile of glass.

There are no killers who can enter dreams at will. There is only a man born of love turned to hate, who grew stronger through a series of coincidences, and who abandoned everything.

The murder in the fields behind Donghai University in early July was my doing. The dead man was Qian Mingyuan.

The woman brutally dismembered in that apartment was Fan Jinyan. And I did it too.

It was me who used drugs to coerce Ji Xiaomei into an affair with Shi Jiaran.

The so-called dream was just my own memory, or something that was happening at the time.

However, I met the person I was destined to be with. Yan Wu, or Zhao Wuyan, or Yan Wu

Buckrich. He was gay, a transgender person who had transitioned from male to female. He was also a solitary traveler, powerful yet wandering in endless darkness. Without her, I think I would have been arrested.

In fact, that day on Shuanglong Mountain, I confessed everything to her, who was still hiding her transgender identity. And from that, everything that followed began.

"Operation Ghost Possession"? Heh, isn't my nickname "Old Ghost"?

Yan Wu once said that this was all a play. And he and I were the masterminds behind this play. Although, we were also the main characters—okay, I can finally say it. I am the murderer—

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2"—""""""" ""5 " ... "After you get to France, get plastic surgery first!" After a while, Yanwu quietly came to my side and suggested. I nodded in agreement. I even turned around and forced a smile at her, saying, "I feel so relaxed now. When are you sending me to training camp?" "Two months after the surgery will be fine." As she spoke, she took out two thick wads of fifty-pound bills from her large trouser pocket, stuffed them into my hand, and continued, "This is the money I promised your mother and Liu Haijian. I'll give you your share when we get to France." I took the money, then took out a lighter and lit them. Watching the banknotes, gradually consumed by the flames, fly into the sea like shooting stars, my heart was filled with mixed emotions. "I let you two be together . This is my understanding and persistence of love. No matter what you think or how you judge it. Isn't that right, Mom, Haijian?" The night was still deep, and I silently spoke to myself, my heart yearning for the distance. (End of text) 04-10 [Chaos] "The Aftermath of the Adulterous Mother" (Part 1) (Part 1) Early summer night of 20xx, in the southern Mediterranean Sea, in the waters of the Pelagie Islands, which belong to Italy. On the French nuclear-powered aircraft carrier "Charles de Gaulle", a multi-purpose armed helicopter quietly took off under the cover of night, turned around and sped towards the territory of a North African country. This helicopter, which is designated "Super Lynx" in NATO member countries, carried a total of six people: two pilots and four armed combat personnel. However, surprisingly, these four were not regular French soldiers, but four mercenaries hired by a security and defense company called "Arthur's Shield". These four mercenaries were very peculiar, not only in age, but also in nationality. One was black, one was white, one was Mexican of Latin American descent, and one was even Chinese. The most captivating of them all was the Chinese man. Though he appeared utterly ordinary, his perpetually taut face betrayed a fearless indifference to life and death. He exuded a murderous aura only wild beasts possessed, making him unapproachable. Moreover, a deep, long, grotesque scar, winding like an earthworm, adorned his neck, visible beneath his collar. For some reason , this Chinese man emanated a domineering presence. Even just sitting there, he seemed to be the leader of the four. "Merciful Lord! I am once again heading to the battlefield of death. Grant me strength, faith, and light; deliver me from fear, and annihilate the ignorant heretics. Amen—" A soft prayer echoed in the small space. It was the white man, and he seemed earnest. He appeared more like a devout believer than a ruthless mercenary. Especially in this environment, no one had the heart to interrupt his prayer. But a killer is a killer. This wasn't a church, but the cramped space of a helicopter. "Boss, do you suggest I shut this guy up? Damn it, I hate Christians!" The black man, easily over six feet tall, muscular, and seemingly always looking for trouble, chuckled, a cigar dangling from his lips, and glared menacingly at the praying white man. His words, however, seemed directed at the Chinese man who was resting with his eyes closed. Ignoring the troublemaker, the Chinese man remained silent, his eyes still closed. It was as if his words had been swallowed by the roar of the helicopter. He simply chewed his gum slowly. "You shouldn't have tried to test my patience, Big Bear!" The white man glanced at the black man. "You'll see how a pure, angelic believer can blow your head off when they turn into a demon!" "You can try, dear Cross!" The black man, called Big Bear, pulled out a gun without hesitation and pressed it against the white man's head. "My gun will be faster than yours!" The white man ignored the black man's arrogance and continued praying. But the tone of his prayer suddenly rose higher and higher, as if he were struggling to suppress the beast within him. A chilling killing intent emanated from his body, rapidly releasing itself. However, just as this killing intent was about to erupt, the Chinese man, who had been silent all along, suddenly opened his eyes. His eyes flashed with a sharp light, like an eagle catching its prey, as he coldly stared at the black man holding the gun and the white man who was continuously releasing killing intent. "Want to fight? Do whatever you want after the mission is complete. But not now. Otherwise, I don't mind making you lie down right now!" The Chinese man's voice was a little hoarse, but exceptionally clear and forceful. Coupled with that almost commanding tone, the white man's killing intent immediately subsided, and the black man's pistol had somehow returned to its holster. As if nothing had happened, the white man continued to pray, while the black man whistled, looking at the dark scenery outside the helicopter. Everything became calm again, but the heavy atmosphere and the mixed killing intent in the cabin gave one a feeling that a battle was about to break out, a storm was brewing. "Boss, I heard the boss wants you to join 'Arctic Fox'?" The Mexican man, who had been silent until now, suddenly spoke, then slightly opened his flask, took a sip of the spicy liquor, and offered the bottle to the Chinese man. The Chinese man didn't take the flask, or even acknowledge the man. His sharp, eagle-like gaze suddenly revealed a deep contemplation. As if recalling a memory, his mother's voice and smile still lingered in his mind. It was when he was twenty years old, abandoning everything, in a darkness as desolate as tonight, that he personally severed his lingering attachments. Now, six years have passed without him realizing it. For six years, he had lived as if in hell, leading an inhuman life. At first, he trained and studied like a sponge that never stopped; but that training and studying was as cruel as hell. In this daily cruelty, he spent nearly two years on an island in the South Atlantic. The twenty people who trained with him all died or dropped out. Only he transformed from a young man into a mercenary proficient in various individual combat skills and killing techniques.

For the next three years, he served in the "Shield of Arthur" mercenary group. It was then that he truly understood the cruelty of the mercenary world. Having survived the baptism of fire and blood on the battlefield, he realized how precious his training days in the training camp had been.

He persevered, not only avoiding a mental breakdown but also quickly adapting to the harsh realities of war, rapidly transforming from a recruit into a veteran, and becoming a well-known figure in the mercenary world. Before the age of thirty, he possessed a top-tier A-level mercenary license and led a mercenary squad under his command:

"Ghost Wolf." This was the code name for Chinese mercenaries in the mercenary world, and his squad was thus known as the Ghost Wolf Squad.

A week ago, a phone call from his superior, and also his close partner who had shared those thrilling and brutal days six years prior—Yanwu

Buckrich—announced the end of his three-year mercenary career with the "Shield of Arthur." What awaited him, besides a long three-month vacation, was the prospect of joining the "Arctic Fox" mercenary group, even more powerful and mysterious than "Arthur's Shield."

The moment he received the call, Ghost Wolf felt like he was dreaming. For the past three years, he had been like a tireless perpetual motion machine, relentlessly taking on missions. Fighting, constantly fighting, aside from a few injuries that forced him to rest, he had participated in dozens of military operations or wars of varying scales and intensities.

Now, he couldn't predict whether stopping to enjoy a peaceful period of leisure would cause any problems.

Just as he was agonizing over this perplexing vacation, a mission to assist NATO forces in destroying a paramilitary terrorist base in a North African country was officially placed before him.

He was entitled to decline the mission, and his comrades-in-arms, who had fought alongside him through thick and thin, advised him to take leave immediately and not worry about the mission. But the brutal wars and countless life-or-death situations kept flashing before his eyes. The Chinese man ultimately decided to participate in his final mercenary mission with "Arthur's Shield."

"Phew, Ras, if you had a three-month vacation, what would you do?" the Chinese man, "Ghost Wolf," finally couldn't help but ask the Mexican, pushing the Mexican's drink back. The

Mexican, who hadn't shown any interest in drinking, accepted a cigar from the Black man, lit it with the help of the white man who had finished praying, and took a deep drag.

"No doubt about it! I'd go to the best pub in Paris! Enjoy the sexiest bitches there! Oh, and filet mignon, foie gras, Lyon potatoes, bouillabaisse, oyster cups, and escargot. If there's a bottle of fine Chateau Haut-Brion red wine, that would be perfect!" The Black man, "Big Bear," interrupted the Mexican before he could answer. The Mexican man grinned after the Black man finished speaking. "If it were me, I would go back to my hometown—Merida. You should know it's a beautiful port city. My mother and brother still live there." He closed his eyes, rested his head against the narrow cabin wall, and looked utterly peaceful.

"I'll go home too. Belfast—" The white man, "Cross," suddenly smiled, turning his head towards the cabin door to gaze at the dark starry sky. "To spend quality time with my son." The atmosphere was contagious. Seeing Ras and Cross's wistful expressions, the Chinese man and the Black man, "Big Bear," fell silent. The Chinese man, in particular, lowered his head and rubbed his temples hard. It was as if only in this way could he dispel the deep sorrow and pain within him.

The entire cabin fell silent. Four men, four excellent mercenaries, almost simultaneously began to reminisce about their pasts.

However, they were going to fight, not to dwell on the past.

This was after the pilot told them they were approaching their target. The four men, who had been silent moments before, suddenly had their faces filled with a fierce, murderous aura.

According to intelligence, a secret base of a terrorist organization, secretly controlled by the country's dictator, existed somewhere in North Africa. From a satellite perspective, it appeared to be an ordinary village. But no one knew that the nearly four hundred people living there were all members of a paramilitary terrorist organization.

Regardless of gender or age, if you didn't believe it, you might find yourself walking down the street when a child, no more than a teenager, suddenly jumps out and throws you a well-made American-style standard hand grenade.

In short, every household here possessed several AK-47s, dozens of hand grenades, and a rocket launcher. Moreover, the village was incredibly well-hidden; if it weren't for a tip from an informant and several days of satellite observation, it would have been impossible to tell that all the residents of such a village were members of a terrorist organization.

The village still appeared peaceful, except for groups of three to five people, dressed in the distinctive clothing of the Arab desert people, each carrying an AK rifle, wandering the streets. They looked like they were taking a stroll, chatting and smoking together, making it hard to associate them with a terrorist organization. Of course, if you ignored their weapons, they really were just ordinary people.

The village seemed to have a fairly harmonious environment. Ignoring their terrorist identities, when not carrying out terrorist activities, they looked no different from normal people—except for their fanatical faith.

However, someone clearly wanted to disturb the peace of the night.

Just as the terrorists were unaware of the approaching danger, suddenly, a man dressed in Arab attire burst through a door, shouting loudly in the local language. The small groups of people immediately became agitated.

The noise grew louder, and lights suddenly came on in every house. Countless villagers rushed out, guns in hand, creating a bustling scene that could be seen from afar.

"Rat-a-tat-tat—" Before any real danger occurred, someone began frantically raising their AK-47 rifle and firing incessantly into the air. The muzzle flashes and the roar of the guns filled the air. The entire village was thrown into complete chaos. Some opened fire, others prepared. Even a Japanese-made pickup truck arrived, carrying a Soviet-made HCB-12.7 heavy machine gun. Its powerful barrel gave it an exceptionally sharp appearance.

"We seem to have been discovered!" Even from the helicopter hovering nearly ten kilometers away, everyone could sense the commotion in the village. After a three-hour flight, when they finally arrived at their target, they were surprised to find the village already awake.

"Boss, it seems that secretly nipping them in the bud is no longer an option," the white man "Cross" quickly reported through night-vision binoculars.

"Then suppress them with force!" Ghost Wolf replied without hesitation.

"Suppress them with force? Good heavens! Are you kidding me? This village has four hundred terrorists!" The French pilot in the helicopter exclaimed in disbelief, staring at the four mercenaries adjusting their weapons as if they were monsters.

But he quickly realized that none of the four men paid him any attention. They didn't even glance at him. Instead, the most talkative black man, "Big Bear," took out two modified M57 fragmentation grenades and chuckled, "Boss, your style is exactly what I like. Don't worry, I have plenty in stock, more than enough!"

Ghost Wolf glanced at the black man covered in grenades and shouted at the two helicopter pilots, "Did you bring any weapons this time?" The pilots quickly checked: "Twelve HOT2T rounds, a 30mm six-barreled autocannon. Is that enough, buddy?" "Enough!" His expression suddenly became very calm, but a strange flush rose on his face, clearly filled with unnatural excitement. Like a wild beast seeing blood, his eyes turned blood red: "With your firepower suppression, the four of us are enough to wipe out four hundred terrorists in the entire village." "Are you sure?" The pilot looked at him in disbelief.

Ghost Wolf didn't speak, but his unwavering nod left the pilots dumbfounded.

Just then, the Mexican man, Lass, patted the other man on the shoulder: "Buddy, we're not afraid, what are you afraid of? All you need to do is provide us with air support. If it really doesn't work, and you're really scared, you can just run away with your air superiority, right?" The pilot fell silent, looking at him helplessly: "Since you want to die, I have no reason to stop you!" "Hehe, you'll see the difference between us and your ordinary soldiers!" The usually talkative black man, "Big Bear," grinned, his full set of neat, white teeth making him look particularly honest.

But if you didn't ignore the M134 Gatling gun with a maximum rate of fire of 6,000 rounds per minute and the grenades he was carrying, he could barely be described as docile. But now, he looked terrifying.

The pilot shook his head; he knew mercenaries were always extremely arrogant and crazy. They didn't care about the lives of others, nor did they care about their own. So, since the other party had made such a request, what right did he have to say anything?

But just as the pilot shook his head, the white man "Cross" suddenly flipped over, his sharp gaze fixed on the approaching village. His movements were mechanical, his eyes darting, as he pointed in several directions: "Here, there, and over there, there are 'Striker' grenade launchers. Buddy, give them three HOT2Ts. If you don't clear these three locations, you can't descend to ten meters and lower the rope for us." "How do you know? We're still four kilometers from the village!" The pilot clearly didn't believe Cross, but just as he finished speaking, a bright burst of flame shot out from one of the locations he had pointed to. A stray bullet, its red trail flashing, rapidly approached.

The pilot was instantly terrified, breaking out in a cold sweat, and instinctively pushed the control stick, causing the helicopter to tilt and shake violently. The stray bullet narrowly missed the fuselage.

"Aha! I saw it!" After the helicopter stabilized, looking at the pilot covered in cold sweat, a sinister smile flashed across Big Bear's face: "I can blow your balls off from two kilometers away!" "Buddy, getting beaten up isn't our style, we should fight back!" Cross began to speak provocatively, watching the terrorists causing chaos and firing into the sky.

The still-shaken pilot tried to regain his composure, ignoring these still-relaxed, crazy mercenaries. After stabilizing the helicopter's flight, he quickly locked onto a target. Instinctively, under the constant encouragement of Cross, Big Bear, and Ras, he unlocked the safety lock. However, clearly inexperienced in such situations, his hands trembled and he couldn't press the button.

Just then, a hand suddenly appeared, grasped the pilot's hand, and pressed the launch button. The helicopter immediately and elegantly unleashed a ground-attack missile. Like a rocket released from a bow, it slammed heavily into an enemy firing point, followed by a loud explosion. A grenade launch site was instantly reduced to ashes in a dazzling display of flames.

The pilot turned in surprise to look at the owner of his hand, the Ghost Wolf, whose expression was now unusually ferocious.

"Congratulations on turning from a boy into a man!" he said indifferently as the pilot looked at him, a joke that nearly drove the pilot to despair.

However, just as the pilot was about to reply, a sudden burst of fierce and dense gunfire shattered the helicopter's bulletproof glass with overwhelming force. The stray bullets immediately startled everyone inside the helicopter, causing them to duck their heads in shock.

"Damn it, it's that vehicle-mounted machine gun! Man, if you don't want to get shot down, you'd better pull up and use your air superiority to suppress the enemy!" Big Bear, who knew weapons best, could tell what kind of weapon was attacking them just from the power of the bullets.

"Damn it! Is this a party?" The pilot immediately pulled up the stick as the helicopter ascended into the air. He gritted his teeth, staring at the village below, and simultaneously opened the six-barreled machine gun: "Then let's add some fireworks!" As soon as he finished speaking, a frenzied barrage of fire erupted from the machine gun.

Precise suppressive fire lasted for nearly ten minutes. Finally, amidst the frequent missile launches, the fiery torrents of machine gun fire, and the deafening roar, the helicopter cleared a landing spot.

"Boss, it's ready!" Big Bear reported immediately.

"Buddy, descend as much as possible, ideally maintaining an altitude of ten meters!" A sharp glint flashed in Ghost Wolf's eyes as he raised his SCAR-H assault rifle, his body radiating the killing intent honed through countless battles.

The battle had progressed to this point, and the pilot had no more hesitation. He began a slow descent, trying to get the helicopter down to just ten meters above the ground.

Once the helicopter's altitude stabilized at ten meters, the black man, "Big Bear," immediately pulled open the hatch and forcefully kicked the rope beside him. The ten-meter-long lock plummeted down. Just as he was preparing to descend, a group of terrorists rushed out, unleashing a hail of bullets

at the helicopter. Countless bullets struck the cabin. The four mercenaries immediately dropped to the ground, feeling the bullets bouncing above their heads. They exchanged glances and, amidst the gunfire, burst into laughter.

After laughing, the Mexican man, Lass, quickly pulled the pin on a grenade, hurled it with force, and after a deafening roar, the frenzied firing ceased immediately.

"Big Bear! Go!" Ghost Wolf shouted instantly.

Upon receiving the order, Big Bear didn't hesitate. He sprang to his feet, wrapped the rope around himself, and leaped forward without hesitation. The ten-meter rope cushioned his fall, and he landed quickly on the ground. Without a word, the machine gun, usually only used for ground mounting, was held in the hands of this large black man, who unleashed a barrage of fire. A group of terrorists who had just tried to charge forward were instantly killed by his firepower.

Lass, after Big Bear, was the second to reach the rope. They quickly descended from the helicopter and assisted Big Bear in providing suppressive fire.

The third was Ghost Wolf; Cross's shooting ability was the strongest in the squad, and he needed to cover everyone's descent.

Therefore, he was always assigned to be the last and most dangerous descender. So, by the time Ghost Wolf emerged, Cross had already used his modified M16A4 automatic rifle to directly kill eight terrorists.

"Watch out!" Just as Ghost Wolf was halfway down, three terrorists suddenly darted out from the side. The two in front didn't care about their own lives and fired wildly at the helicopter.

In this environment, Cross had no way to shoot. Big Bear and Ras were already entangled with a group of terrorists. After barely managing to kill two terrorists, a terrorist hiding behind the first two was carrying a rocket launcher and aiming it at the helicopter.

Cross reacted extremely quickly, aiming and firing a single shot. The bullet immediately pierced the terrorist's forehead, killing him instantly.

However, despite his lightning-fast reaction, the terrorist had already pulled the trigger. Crimson flames erupted as a rocket shot out. All of Cross's efforts could only prevent the terrorist's attack from hitting the fuselage, but the warhead was heading straight for the descending Ghost Wolf.

"Head!!!" Big Bear roared furiously, gripping the machine gun and firing wildly at the rocket. But the machine gun's recoil was too great, and coupled with his panicked state, his accuracy plummeted. The warhead continued to steadily approach Ghost Wolf.

In that instant, a blinding glint of madness suddenly flashed in Ghost Wolf's eyes. At the last second, he used his legs to wrap around the rope, his entire body sinking down, hanging upside down. He raised his rifle, his eyes fixed on the warhead. Almost as soon as Big Bear began firing, a blinding, blazing trail of light shot out.

"Rat-a-tat-tat—" The bullets continued to accurately hit the warhead, gradually deflecting the rocket's trajectory. Just then, an armor-piercing round swiftly pierced through the entire rocket. A deafening roar followed, and the warhead exploded in mid-air.

In such a critical situation, an ordinary person would have been paralyzed with fear. Only Ghost Wolf, who had experienced dozens of battles over the past three years, could remain calm. Not only was he remarkably calm, but his companions also performed exceptionally well. In particular, Cross's final, decisive armor-piercing round saved him from the threat of the rocket.

Ghost Wolf, without even changing his expression, instead gave the smirking Cross the middle finger after the crisis was over. He loosened his grip on the ropes and quickly and safely descended to the ground.

Soon, Cross followed suit. Once he had landed safely, the helicopter immediately retrieved the ropes and continued circling and ascending. While providing forceful suppression, it also assisted the four on the ground in completing their mission. By this time, the four had reunited and began their assault on the village.

Their landing point wasn't in the most concentrated area of fire. It was almost on the outskirts of the village, ensuring a safe landing. The helicopter's firepower was naturally only meant to contain the houses and areas with heavy firepower. Much fierce fighting remained before the mission was accomplished. The village itself was a hotbed of combat.

However, for the four skilled mercenaries, combined with the aerial firepower, this battle was remarkably easy. At least one thing was certain: in the current situation, the helicopters held an absolute advantage. Once the enemy's few anti-aircraft firing points were eliminated, everything else was extremely simple.

The four excellent mercenaries rapidly advanced in alternating shifts; the battle was utterly one-sided. Under the overwhelming aerial firepower, the four of them used various cover and their powerful weapons to ruthlessly slaughter the terrorists throughout the village.

All of this seemed very simple, but the reality was far from it. Without experiencing the true baptism of fire, no one could imagine what this scene was really like. Bullets flew everywhere. If you couldn't find cover in time, you'd be riddled with bullets in an instant. It's no exaggeration to say that human life here was less valuable than that of pigs and dogs. If you didn't kill your opponent, they might kill you. The elderly, children, women—anyone with a gun could threaten your life.

The battle lasted nearly half an hour, but for mercenaries, it was as easy as eating a meal. Their terrifying individual combat capabilities, combined with advanced weaponry and helicopter support, were evident. The constant sounds of conflict were gradually diminishing. Aside from a few scattered gunshots, there were mostly corpses lying everywhere.

"Bang bang—" Ghost Wolf coldly shot and killed a terrorist still struggling on the ground, then expressionlessly led his men to clear away the remaining fire.

In the world of mercenaries, there was no room for mercy, and the Geneva Conventions were worthless. Their only goal was to kill every enemy standing before them.

"Boss! It's over!" After taking down the last enemy, Lars wearily pulled off his night-vision goggles.

Ghost Wolf was also extremely exhausted, having fought for so long under intense mental pressure. Even Superman's eyes were now filled with weariness. But despite their exhaustion, no one relaxed. Big Bear and Cross continued to keep watch on their surroundings. It wasn't until the French Navy's "Kiefer" special forces arrived in a second batch of helicopters that the four boarded the return helicopter.

Looking at the village now deserted, Ghost Wolf slowly closed his eyes. He knew that from now on, his three-month long vacation had begun.

"Hmm, I should go see her. Ask her why she made me rest for so long." After a long while, he opened his eyes again. Looking at Big Bear, who was still fooling around in the cabin, Cross, who always prayed after each battle, and Lars, who was munching on dark chocolate; he couldn't help but smile—a few days later, in a room at Drumlandregg Castle in Drumlandregg, Scotland, Great Britain.

In this room, bathed in the glow of sunset, gleaming with light, and filled with precious antiques from around the world and portraits by renowned painters, sat a woman of androgynous beauty, her features delicate and refined. Ghost Wolf, who had returned early from North Africa, stood silently opposite her, gazing at this alluring figure.

This woman was Yan Wu Bakri, who had shared the bloody events with Ghost Wolf six years ago

.

"I'm giving you a long leave because something happened to a relative of your mother's. I think you should go back and deal with it," she said after a long silence, finally revealing a smile that could captivate anyone.

"The Shen family has nothing to do with me anymore," Ghost Wolf replied, his brow furrowing slightly as he refused.

"But you still have half the blood of the Shen family in your veins," she said after a moment's thought, then continued with a smile, "Besides, this whole thing was caused by your father." "I don't understand," Ghost Wolf said, his face clearly questioning.

Just as he finished speaking, Yan Wu tossed him a document. Along with this came her words:

"Who told you to confess everything from six years ago to your father? He was very uneasy because of it, feeling very sorry for the Shen family. So he started sending the commissions you gave him after each mission back to your mother's younger brother's family. Once a year, for three consecutive years now." Ghost Wolf didn't reply; he carefully examined the document.

Ten minutes later, having finished reading it, he looked up, his eyes coldly fixed on Yan Wu, who had gotten up and gone to the wine cabinet, drinking red wine and stroking the crystal-clear wine glass with her fingers. "What do you need me to do?" "You decide for yourself." Her expression held a hint of dejection as her fingers continuously twirled the stem of the glass, the lingering aroma of the red wine spreading and swirling along the glass, leaving trails of peach-colored wine.

"You can use the intelligence networks we've established domestically. If necessary, your group can come with you." Holding her cup, she walked up to Ghost Wolf and asked softly, "When do you leave?" "Those three are too big a target, so let them rest first! I'll return to China the day after tomorrow morning." After answering, Ghost Wolf handed the documents back to her, then added decisively, "I'm leaving my father to you. Tell him that none of the Shen family members are worth helping! There's no need for such preferential treatment." "Come back soon, and I'll arrange for you to join 'Arctic Fox.' After all, that's the most elite mercenary team." She nodded as she spoke.

Having said that, Ghost Wolf didn't waste any more words, quickly said goodbye to her, and left the room.

As he stepped out of the castle, he looked up at the deep, misty sky, a strange sneer playing on his lips. Deep down, he kept thinking, "Shen Hongyu, Shen Hongyu! You never imagined three months ago that you would end up like this—" ﹡

...

In this county-level city, spring arrives early. Once the first month of the lunar calendar is over, pale yellow buds begin to bloom on the branches of the forsythia along the banks of the Mei River, which runs through the entire city. There's no sparse snow outside; winters in Haitan City don't bring much snow. Due to the obstruction of the towering buildings, the verdant mountains are rarely seen by the residents. The early spring greenery is concentrated on the lawns of the residential areas. The meticulously manicured lawns, like green skirts, peek through the Gothic-style iron fences, showcasing the gentle spring colors that everyone in Haitan City is proud of.

The "Shengzhai Jiayuan" residential complex, located in the northeast corner of the city, isn't famous for its high-end apartments; compared to residential areas with numerous villas and mansions, it's just an ordinary residential area consisting of about twenty multi-story apartment buildings. Its fame comes from its green spaces and its fences. The residential complex was one of the first in the city to introduce European-style lawns. Its transparent fence was elegant and imposing, its tips resembling the spears of a royal guard. At intervals along the fence were streetlights, much like the storm lanterns on the carriages of European nobles in the Middle Ages.

The city welcomed a new beginning under the morning sun. At the same time, in apartment 603, unit 2, building 16 of the complex, a seductive love scene unfolded, mirroring the springtime scene outside the window.

A man in his early twenties, with a handsome face and bright eyes, lay naked on the large, comfortable bed. His eyes were slightly closed, and he was enjoying the strange, tingling pleasure emanating from his groin.

Beneath him, a woman, not conventionally beautiful but with a voluptuous figure and shoulder-length hair, lay prone.

Her two rosy lips enveloped his thick penis, her slippery, agile tongue gently caressing every vein and ridge. Her small, firm breasts and full buttocks rippled with her movements. Her voluptuous body and alluring charm were fully revealed in the warm sunlight.

As the man was lost in this ecstatic pleasure, the woman's head began to move slowly, gently releasing his penis, leaving only the glans in her mouth. Then, she intimately caressed and teased the glans with her warm, slippery tongue. Then she took his penis deep back into her mouth, repeating the motion. The man's body felt her gentle, lingering caresses within her mouth, waves of pleasure assaulting every sensory nerve in his brain.

Soon, the man opened his eyes, gripping her shoulders tightly, his body trembling with each of her gentle, yet firm, stimulations. The woman then grasped his penis and slowly lowered it, allowing more of it to enter her warm, moist lips.

Under her gentle stimulation, the man couldn't help but breathe rapidly, occasionally letting out low moans.

The woman sensitively observed his reaction, gradually increasing the speed of her head movements. His long hair, which had been gathered behind his head, cascaded down again, evenly covering his abdomen. With each movement of his head, it gently brushed against his abdomen, creating a strange sensation that combined with the pleasure in his lower body. This brought the man to the brink of collapse.

The woman, feeling the abnormal pulsation of his penis and the erection of his glans, knew he was about to climax. She changed her technique, forcefully swallowing and releasing his penis, giving him the sensation of being thrust into a vagina. With each thrust, she penetrated deeper, almost completely engulfing his penis in her warm, narrow passage.

As the man's spasms intensified and he was about to reach climax, the woman quickly released his penis, only holding the glans tightly in her mouth. Her delicate, white hands gripped the hard, wet penis and began to stroke it rapidly. In just a few seconds, his mind went blank, and the grimacing man ejaculated a large amount of semen, swallowing every last drop into the woman's mouth.

The woman, displaying her seductive charm, diligently sucked the remaining semen from the penis until it gradually softened. She made no other move, simply maintaining her original position, gently holding the limp penis in her mouth, while her sweet, smooth tongue lightly licked and cleaned it. The man, letting out a long sigh, leaned back against the headboard, his mind filled with all sorts of fantastical and dreamlike fantasies—two hours later.

"Hey Yu, that girl wasn't bad, was she? Haha! Aren't your legs weak yet?" The woman was no longer in the room. The man, who had been naked, was now wearing a long robe-like nightgown, lazily reclining on the bed. He held a can of Red Bull in one hand and the phone receiver in the other. The question above came from the other end of the phone.

"Damn! Don't even mention it." The man took a sip of his drink, then replied listlessly, "She almost drained me dry! I did it as soon as I got home last night, without even showering. After that, we did it for who knows how long in bed, and when I woke up groggily this morning, she gave me another blowjob. I was like a long-deprived, resentful woman! And she's a college freshman! I don't think even married women are that thirsty!" "Hehe—okay, okay, let's not talk about that. Tomorrow night, my godfather's bar has invited a few minor celebrities to perform. If you're interested, come and take a look. Hehe, I guarantee you'll have some unexpected surprises!" The voice on the other end of the phone revealed a very obvious lewdness.

"Oh?" Upon hearing this, the man immediately put the drink can on the bedside table, gripped the microphone with both hands, and asked eagerly, "Which celebrity is it? A singer or an actress?" "A washed-up six-member girl group from China. They disbanded a couple of years ago. Three of them are still in the entertainment industry, but nobody's promoting them, so they can only make some extra money by doing gigs. Of course, my godfather told me that their manager also helps them get some sex work. Hehe, so—" "Really! Haozi?" The man jumped up, his previous lazy and decadent expression completely gone.

"I even cooked it!" The guy called Haozi paused for a moment, then continued on the other end of the phone:

"One price, 20,000 per person. I've already talked to my godfather, he'll keep one for himself, and the other two will be given to the three of us. I just spoke to that fake serious guy Arui on the phone, and he said he wasn't interested. I think you definitely want it—" "That kid likes mature women, he has a heavy taste!" The man interrupted, rubbing his neck as he said flippantly, "Money is no problem for us, haha! As long as we're happy!" "That's right! Don't you know who we are! Um—I'll talk to you later, 8 pm tomorrow, I'll be waiting for you!" "Okay!" After saying that, the man hung up the phone. He then picked up his drink, took a few gulps, and casually threw it into the trash can next to the bed. He got up and went to the French windows, gazing at the beautiful spring scenery of the neighborhood.

While looking at the scenery, the man picked up the trousers he had thrown by the French windows during his night of passion and took out his wallet from his pocket. After rummaging through his belongings for a while, he stared at his ID card tucked between the left and right sides of his wallet, looking pleased with himself. He smugly said, "Heh heh! I'm rich! What can't I do?" A ray of warm, bright sunlight slanted in, shining directly on the ID card. The three characters engraved on it were exceptionally clear and conspicuous—Shen Hongyu.

"Oh dear! I almost forgot." A moment later, suddenly remembering something, he slapped his forehead, then stepped out of the bedroom and went to the bathroom to wash up.

(II) "

Riding a swift horse in the spring breeze, one can see all the flowers of Chang'an in a single day."

Right now, this line of poetry perfectly describes Shen Hongyu, driving his silver-white Audi A4L sports sedan. His handsome and elegant appearance, his lazy and carefree demeanor, coupled with his designer clothes, shoes, and watch—all of this perfectly explains why he could be the perfect lover, even a prince charming, in the eyes of most urban women.

"I laugh triumphantly, laugh triumphantly, laughing at the world's fleeting beauty—" A faint smile played on his lips as he gazed at the magnificent landscape with an air of unbridled freedom, as if letting me roam at his leisure. He drove with composure, singing merrily, while simultaneously turning his neck to look left and right out the window. It seemed only in this way could he truly express his arrogance and carefree pride.

However, six years ago, he was not like this at all.

At that time, Shen Hongyu, fresh out of the countryside and only a year into high school in his hometown county, was just a thin, immature teenager. Coming from a modest family, he couldn't afford the Nike and Adidas clothes some of his classmates wore; he also lacked the enviable possessions of a mobile phone, laptop, or PSP. All he had was three hundred yuan a month for living expenses from his parents, and their fervent hope that he would succeed.

He had no friends, and was surrounded by the disdainful glances of his classmates. Hiding his originally lively and outgoing nature, loneliness and desolation, coupled with burying himself in his studies, accompanied Shen Hongyu throughout his three years of high school. Fortunately, he didn't disappoint his parents, achieving excellent college entrance exam scores and gaining admission to the economics program at a provincial university.

It seemed that fate was also bringing him an unexpected gift. Starting the summer after his college entrance exam, for three consecutive years, his family received a remittance from abroad each year. Each remittance was over five hundred thousand US dollars, increasing to one million US dollars in the third year.

Faced with this inexplicable sum of money, Shen Hongyu's parents were initially extremely surprised. However, their doubts dissipated after receiving an international long-distance call.

Equally curious, Shen Hongyu learned from his parents the source of the money and some other details: it was wired by his ex-uncle, He Weiguo, who had divorced his aunt. Moreover, according to He Weiguo, his ex-wife, Shen Xiuqin, and son, He Jun, were now living abroad.

Shen Hongyu couldn't understand why his ex-uncle, who had been living peacefully in China, would choose to settle abroad; nor could he understand why his aunt, Shen Xiuqin, who had remarried after her divorce, and his cousin, He Jun, would go abroad with him, even missing his grandmother's funeral; and he couldn't understand how his already not-so-wealthy ex-uncle could accumulate such wealth in just a few years. He only understood one thing that mattered most to him: from now on, he, Shen Hongyu, could finally live the life of a rich man.

Thus, in the blink of an eye, Shen Hongyu's family had undergone a major transformation from poverty to wealth. Not only did they buy an apartment in the county town and move out of the remote countryside, but his parents also took over a medium-sized supermarket.

Mr. Shen ran the supermarket with great confidence, and Mrs. Shen, who had previously looked much older due to poverty, changed her old habits of not caring about her appearance. She not only frequently went shopping to buy new clothes and expensive jewelry, but also adopted the manners of wealthy city ladies, going to beauty salons every few days for skincare, facials, and spa treatments; occasionally, she would chat and play mahjong with some of the ladies she met there.

Shen Hongyu, who went to university in the provincial capital, was no exception. Knowing they owed their son a great deal, Mr. and Mrs. Shen generously allocated one-third of their annual remittances from abroad to ensure he wouldn't suffer the same hardship as during high school, allowing him to spend money on his school expenses and socializing.

Although money isn't everything, the profound lessons learned over the years had firmly taught Shen Hongyu that without it, nothing is possible. Suddenly, the mindset of the three members of the Shen family, now immensely wealthy, underwent a significant change. Shen Hongyu, in particular, abandoned his initial aspirations of entering the "ivory tower" to study diligently and apply his knowledge to practical life. He began buying the finest designer clothes, shoes, hats, and fashion items; dining and spending money at the most upscale hotels, clubs, and nightclubs; and frequenting saunas with the best service and the most beautiful masseuses. These became his primary activities during university.

He loved flaunting his wealth, as if afraid others wouldn't know he was rich; he indulged in a life of extravagance and debauchery, living for the moment, spending money recklessly; and he bullied others, enjoying mocking and ridiculing classmates from impoverished backgrounds who studied diligently. While this Shen Hongyu couldn't make good friends on campus, he did befriend two like-minded confidants.

One of them was named Yuan Hao, the same Haozi who had spoken to Shen Hongyu on the phone earlier. He and Shen Hongyu were from the same hometown, though from different counties and cities. The other one is Arui, whose full name is Cai Borui, mentioned in the phone conversation between Shen Hongyu and Yuan Hao.

Yuan Hao's father, Yuan Jiarong, went into business in his early years, but after traveling all over the country, he didn't make much money. So he returned to his hometown, Haitan City, intending to find a decent job. But by chance, he met a powerful figure in Haitan City, the godfather Yuan Hao mentioned—Fan Ping'an. They hit it off immediately, and Yuan's father's fortunes turned around. With Fan's help, he started a shady business—running an underground casino. In just a few years, he amassed a fortune of nearly ten million yuan.

As for Cai Borui's father, Cai Xingchu, he is a government official. Starting from humble beginnings, his career was initially very difficult. However, after marrying a woman from a good family whose father was a high-ranking official in the province, his luck improved. He rose from an ordinary staff member in the provincial government to his current position as a division-level cadre. More than two years ago, he was assigned to Haitan City to serve as the Party Secretary of this county-level city.

One came from a wealthy family, the other from an official family; the benefit of Shen Hongyu's association with these two was that he didn't need to worry about his future. At the same time, it fueled his arrogant and domineering personality and behavior.

At school, the three of them spent their days together, swaggering around. Besides indulging in debauchery and pleasure, they often bullied honest classmates whom they considered poor and useless.

One can imagine how their classmates viewed these three arrogant and conceited individuals. Some students who had been insulted by them privately called them the "3ar" group, meaning three scoundrels driving Audis. Of course, the three of them didn't care about the derogatory nickname. They continued their daily lives of debauchery, making conquering and playing with various beautiful women their top priority.

Until their final semester of senior year, nearing graduation, after some discussion, they decided to come to Haitan from the provincial capital together. Cai Borui entered the Comprehensive Operations Section of the Municipal Finance and Taxation Bureau, arranged by his father; Yuan Hao, along with his father and godfather, gradually became involved in the underground gambling industry.

In comparison, Shen Hongyu, who had no background and lived off his money, was far more comfortable than Cai and Yuan. Not long after arriving in Haitian, Shen's parents spent a large sum of money to buy him a fully furnished duplex apartment in the "Shengzhai Jiayuan" residential complex in the city. They also gave him one million RMB and a shop in the city center as capital for his future business ventures.

Having moved from a major provincial city to this relatively underdeveloped county-level city with a thriving entertainment industry, the three quickly developed an air of arrogance. Cai Borui, who worked at the tax bureau, was often lazy and unproductive; while Shen Hongyu and Yuan Hao spent their days idly, frequenting KTVs, underground casinos, bars, and saunas and massage parlors.

Because of Yuan Hao's father and godfather's connections, the various thugs and gang leaders in Haitian treated the three with great respect. With the added favor of Cai Borui's father, the municipal party secretary, the three of them could practically do as they pleased in Haitan, without much regard for others' opinions.

These three, who indulged in drinking, gambling, and whoring, and constantly flaunted their wealth and connections, differed in their approach to women. Yuan Hao preferred young, beautiful, and charming girls; Cai Borui favored mature, elegant, and stunningly beautiful women; while Shen Hongyu was even more indiscriminate. Whether it was a young woman in her late teens, a woman in her prime, or a still-attractive middle-aged woman, if he took a liking to her, he would do everything in his power to obtain her.

And now, Shen Hongyu, dressed impeccably and driving off in a flurry, was heading to meet a beautiful woman he had fallen for at first sight—Fang Peijuan. Fang

Peijuan, thirty-six years old, was a native of Haitan. At the beginning of last month, her original shop lease expired. After searching around, she rented Shen Hongyu's shop in the city center to continue running her cosmetics business.

Shen Hongyu couldn't help but recall the fleeting, breathtaking feeling he had when Fang Peijuan first visited the shop to inspect it. Thick, black hair piled on her head, her oval face lightly made up, thin lips slightly upturned, and frameless glasses perched on her delicate nose; her eyes were clear and bright; dressed impeccably, her legs were encased in flesh-colored stockings and pure white high heels; her graceful, curvaceous figure exuded a refined, slightly alluring beauty.

"Her demeanor was elegant and refined, her skin delicate and her figure well-proportioned." Shen Hongyu, who had neglected his studies since entering university, quickly recalled two lines from the seven-character poem "The Beautiful Woman" by the great Tang Dynasty poet Du Fu.

"Skin like solidified cream, teeth like shattered jade, arched eyebrows, a square forehead, cherry lips and peach cheeks; tsk tsk! If I could obtain such a superior woman, my life would not have been in vain!" Since this thought took root in his mind, Shen Hongyu began his nefarious plan to gradually approach Fang Peijuan. Of course, the first thing he needed to do was understand her family members and social connections. After all, he had been hanging out with Yuan Hao and Cai Borui for quite some time. Having grown up surrounded by the scheming and intrigue of the underworld and the children of officials, these two knew very well which women he could and shouldn't touch. It was crucial that they knew which women were safe to approach and which were not. If this elegant and beautiful Fang Peijuan had a powerful backer, causing Shen Hongyu to get himself into trouble he should have avoided, it would be a huge loss.

"Beautiful women are the most troublesome. It's fine to have fun, but sometimes we need to be careful.

Otherwise, we might end up with a lot of trouble instead of getting our hands on the lambs, which wouldn't be fun." This was a comment Cai Borui made during a casual conversation in college. Shen Hongyu didn't entirely agree, but he couldn't refute it. So, with a "test the waters" mentality, he used his position as the shop's landlord to frequently visit the cosmetics store Fang Peijuan named "Liangmei," gradually building a relationship with this mature and beautiful woman.

At the same time, he also used Yuan Hao's complex and deep social network to investigate Fang Peijuan from another angle.

In just a few days, Shen Hongyu's efforts paid off. Not only did he gradually become familiar with Fang Peijuan, but he also gleaned a lot of important information about her from the thugs.

Fang Peijuan's parents had long since passed away, and her only brother worked as an ordinary employee at the Maoguan Street Health Center in Haitian City. As for her husband, Liu Sa, he worked for a private company in the city and was often away on business trips, frequently not returning home for three to five months at a time. Her parents-in-law were retired and now lived in the provincial capital, not in Haitian. Their daughter, Liu Mingyue, was also sent to the provincial capital to be cared for by her parents-in-law; she was in sixth grade.

However, none of this particularly interested Shen Hongyu. What truly excited him and evoked a touch of pity was the discovery that Fang Peijuan was not the kind of virtuous and morally upright woman she was. She had a lover named Hu Guangren, nearly five years older than her, who was the director of the Haitian City Central Hospital.

Shen Hongyu had a photograph of Hu Guangren. In it, he had a slicked-back hairstyle, a thick face, narrow eyebrows, a flat nose, small eyes, and a wide mouth—his ugly appearance was extremely unsettling. It was as if he wasn't a medical professional, but rather a politician who had long been immersed in officialdom.

In fact, Hu Guangren is a despicable person devoid of any medical ethics, using medicine and politics as tools to enrich himself. According to well-informed thugs, even when Hu Guangren was still an attending physician at the Municipal Central Hospital, he had already begun demanding exorbitant kickbacks from each patient, refusing to treat or perform surgery without one. Conversely, when the family members or relatives of officials who could influence his promotions fell ill and needed his treatment, Hu Guangren became a skilled, diligent, and caring doctor.

Four years ago, he finally achieved his goal of becoming the hospital's director. From then on, he began an even bolder scheme to amass wealth within the hospital. He not only vigorously promoted commission-based treatment for doctors but also adopted nepotism in the appointment of hospital staff. He even used the pretext of increasing the hospital's facilities and enhancing its reputation to create pretexts for the illegal purchase of large medical equipment, pocketing kickbacks in the process. He also arbitrarily planned and colluded with construction companies to forcibly demolish and rebuild within the hospital grounds, defrauding them of money.

The result of his actions, besides enriching himself, was that the once-traditional and prestigious Traditional Chinese Medicine hospital gradually transformed into a second-rate institution plagued by disorder, rampant construction, a significant decline in medical quality, constant medical lawsuits, and a dwindling social reputation.

As for how Fang Peijuan became Hu Guangren's mistress, Shen Hongyu knew the details: Two years prior, her younger brother worked as a security guard at the hospital. Having only recently started, he didn't recognize the car driven by the wife of Hu Guangren's confidant, Director Feng of the CT room, and had a verbal altercation with her. Director Feng arrived, verbally abused, and assaulted Fang Peijuan's brother. The hot-blooded brother didn't back down but fought back. After being pulled apart, Director Feng's nose was broken.

He was subsequently dismissed from the hospital and detained. Director Feng's family also prepared to take legal action, suing Fang Peijuan's brother for intentional assault.

With their parents deceased, Fang Peijuan, his only remaining relative, naturally didn't want her brother to become a criminal. Therefore, she sold the house her parents had left for him, and with the money she earned from her business, she went to great lengths, even resorting to obsequious flattery, to plead with the plaintiff to drop the case against her brother.

After nearly ten days of hard work, Fang Peijuan finally reached the hospital director, Hu Guangren, through a female friend who sold pharmaceuticals.

From that moment on, things took a dramatic turn. First, after receiving 200,000 yuan in compensation from Fang Peijuan, along with a banquet worth nearly 10,000 yuan, the director's family withdrew their lawsuit. Then, her brother was not only released but also given a job at the Maoguan Street Health Center, becoming a formally employed state employee.

Why did this happen? Simply put, Fang Peijuan obtained it through her body.

Desire is the origin of human existence; no one can deny it. As for Hu Guangren, he liked money and, of course, also craved women. Fang Peijuan was beautiful, intelligent, mature, and sexy. Now that he had no one to ask for her help, how could he let such a beautiful woman escape unscathed?

Fang Peijuan, having struggled in society for over a decade, understood the harsh realities of life. There is no hatred without a cause, nor is there love without a reason. To gain, one must first give; to prevent her younger brother from becoming a true convict and living a life of strange, sarcastic stares,

she was willing to abandon her dignity and lie beneath Hu Guangren, offering herself to his pleasure.

This couple perfectly exemplified the old saying—"Zhou Yu beats Huang Gai," one willing to hit, the other willing to be hit.

For two years, Fang Peijuan acted like a high-class prostitute, at Hu Guangren's beck and call. Every time he went on a business trip, he would take Fang Peijuan along for meals, sex, and entertainment.

But generally speaking, Hu Guangren was generous to himself but stingy to others. Despite owning several properties and cars, he hadn't provided Fang Peijuan with any financial assistance beyond buying her a few small trinkets. This resulted in her cosmetics business failing to improve over the past two years. Coupled with the large sums of money already spent on getting her younger brother out of prison, Fang Peijuan was now struggling to make ends meet.

"A man should be charming but not lewd. Hu Guangren, you're too despicable. You're taking advantage of her without giving her anything in return; you'll get your comeuppance sooner or later! Uh, but—" As the Audi A4L was about to pull up in the bustling city center, Shen Hongyu rubbed his nose with his right hand, lost in wicked daydreams.

As the car pulled over, he jumped out, glancing sideways at the bustling city, the throngs of people and cars, and at the cosmetics shop with the words "Liangmei" hanging not far away. The half-sentence he'd refrained from saying in the car slipped out softly: "I'm not exactly a good person either!" Many people, including Shen Hongyu walking towards the shop, didn't notice. The clouds in the sky were thick and tangled; like a human face, the face of a person in a gloomy mood. They looked down upon the people on the ground, observing this incomprehensible world.

Silently questioning the heavens, the heavens coldly laughed at humanity.

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Entering the clean, elegantly decorated shop, which currently only had two female customers. In an instant, a beautiful and slender figure came into Shen Hongyu's view.

Her delicate face shone brightly under the white light, and her frameless glasses complemented her straight nose perfectly. Nearly 1.7 meters tall, she wore a uniquely designed white floral sleeveless top and a black, fitted mini-skirt. The high-necked, sleeveless design revealed her smooth, rounded shoulders, and the skirt featured daring high slits on both sides. As she moved with the customer and quietly introduced the products, her shapely thighs were vaguely visible, their curves creating a captivating wave.

Angelic face, devilish figure.

This woman was Fang Peijuan.

"Please feel free to look around—" she began, her words trailing off as she heard someone enter, when she spotted Shen Hongyu standing by the counter, a gentle smile on his face, holding a bouquet of bird of paradise flowers.

"Aunt Fang, I've come to pick up the cosmetics I ordered for my mother." Speaking politely, Shen Hongyu walked slowly to the cashier at the far end of the store, picked up a vase from the counter, removed the somewhat faded carnations, threw them in the trash, and then placed the bird-of-paradise flowers he had just bought from the flower shop next door into the vase. Fang

Peijuan's expression remained unchanged; she nodded slightly to him, indicating he could make himself at home, and then went to attend to the two female customers. Shen Hongyu didn't seem to mind at all, leaning against the cashier, his eyes subtly following Fang Peijuan's movements.

About ten minutes later, the customers who hadn't found the cosmetics they wanted left the store. Immediately afterward, Fang Peijuan walked gracefully and rhythmically to Shen Hongyu. Polite, yet with a hint of distance: "Wait a moment, I'll go get something from the storage room." "Aunt Fang, isn't Sister Yan here at work today?" Just as she finished speaking and was about to head towards the storage room, Shen Hongyu spoke again, his voice soft and gentle, neither warm nor cold, like the most elegant gentleman gently greeting someone.

"Hmm," Fang Peijuan responded, then answered as she walked, "Something happened at her parents' place back home, so I gave her a week off." Before Shen Hongyu could speak again, Fang Peijuan quickly came out of the storage room with a set of Elizabetharden Rejuvenating Anti-Aging cosmetics.

"Here, take this," she handed the item to Shen Hongyu, then smoothly and subtly added, "Consider this my thank you for reducing my rent by twenty percent. If it weren't for you, Shen, I don't know where this business would have ended up! Unlike now, I have such a good location, and the rent is cheaper than others.

As for me, I should thank you properly—" "Aunt Fang, you're being too polite." Shen Hongyu's facial features softened even more as he interrupted Fang Peijuan, a charming smile playing on his lips. "You rely on this to support your family, how can I take advantage of you for no reason? If you feel bad about it, then let's do this: I'll pay you the cost price. What do you think?" "Hmm—" She pushed up her glasses, hesitating.

Shen Hongyu's eyes, bright as stars, were filled with a gentle smile. He took out his wallet from inside his jacket, pulled out several hundred-yuan bills, and quietly slipped them into Fang Peijuan's slender, delicate hand. He insisted, "Don't overthink it, Aunt Fang. We've known each other for almost two months now. As friends, shouldn't we consider each other's feelings?" Perhaps it was because Shen Hongyu's eyes were too dazzling, or because he gripped her hand too tightly, that a blush, like rouge, appeared on Fang Peijuan's fair face.

She subtly withdrew her hand, took two of the hundred-yuan bills, and returned them to Shen Hongyu, softly emphasizing, "You don't need so many." "Okay!" Knowing that haste makes waste, Shen Hongyu didn't refuse, agreed, put the bills in his wallet, and chatted with her for a few moments. Only when his iPhone beeped with a text message notification did he apologize and take out his phone to check it.

"Xiao Shen, don't buy me flowers anymore. Hmm, it's a waste of money," Fang Peijuan said softly in her melodious voice as Shen Hongyu finished reading the message, put his iPhone back in his pocket, and prepared to leave.

Looking at Fang Peijuan, whose lips subtly curved into a smile, her graceful figure and dignified bearing accentuated by her words, Shen Hongyu smiled and shook his head. Then, glancing around the shop, he declared, "Beauty is like a flower, and flowers are like beauty; wouldn't such an elegant shop seem somewhat incongruous without a touch of fragrance?" With that, he turned and walked out. His farewell echoed through the shop:

"Aunt Fang, I'll come see you again sometime. Bye-bye!" The silver-white Audi A4L turned around and sped off in another direction. Sitting in his car, Shen Hongyu, smug and beaming with joy, had no chance to see the complex and unfathomable worry in Fang Peijuan's eyes as she leaned against the floor-to-ceiling window of the shop.

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Half an hour later, in the southern part of Haitan City, inside a billiards club called "Fanhua."

This billiards club wasn't far from an upscale residential area, and most of the people who played billiards here were relatively well-off; after all, thirty yuan an hour wasn't cheap, and if you wanted someone to play with you, you had to pay an extra thirty yuan.

However, since it was a weekday, there weren't many men and women playing there.

Shen Hongyu, strolling into the club, quickly spotted the person who had sent him the text message and told him to come over, a little further inside.

The man's appearance was no less striking than Shen Hongyu's; he had a neat, short, crew cut, thick eyebrows, large eyes, prominent ears, and a broad nose; he was also considerably taller than Shen Hongyu, easily over 1.85 meters. His brown Hugo Boss leather jacket, Levi's jeans, and Fendi sneakers, along with the Tudor watch on his left wrist, complemented his smart demeanor, while also exuding the arrogance unique to sons of officials.

He was none other than Cai Borui, one of Shen Hongyu's two close friends.

At this moment, Cai Borui was playing snooker with a seductive-looking, alluring female companion. The way she leaned forward while holding the cue stick particularly accentuated the beautiful curves of her breasts and hips. This graceful posture, intentionally touched and caressed by Cai Borui's lecherous hands, certainly added a touch of ambiguity.

"Coming!" Cai Borui, glancing sideways at Shen Hongyu standing beside him, gave the female snooker player a heavy slap on the buttocks. The woman showed no displeasure, straightened up, gave him and Shen Hongyu a fawning smile, and then left.

"Want to play a round?" he asked Shen Hongyu, his right hand holding the cue stick, his left hand gripping the cue with four fingers and his thumb pointing outwards.

Shen Hongyu didn't refuse the challenge. He took off his jacket, picked out a slightly thinner cue, and put on the club's special gloves. At the same moment, the woman who had just left returned to their side. She not only brought two cans of drinks, but also thoughtfully and diligently set up the balls for them as they prepared

to start. Cai Borui had learned snooker since junior high school. A seasoned player, he launched a fierce attack right from the start. High shot, medium shot, low shot, medium-low shot, medium-high shot, draw shot; a series of standard shot techniques were used, and in less than fifteen minutes, the snooker game ended swiftly. Shen Hongyu scored nothing except for two randomly potted red balls.

"Playing against a billiards expert like you is really destroying my confidence!" Shen Hongyu shook his head and smiled bitterly, handing the cue to the female sparring partner standing to the side. He then sat down on the rest seat and started drinking.

"Nothing is more about putting your heart into it." Cai Borui gripped the cue with both hands, looking the female sparring partner up and down as she continued to set up the balls, and said, "When I first started playing this, I didn't even go to school. I spent nearly ten hours a day on this. Tell me, wouldn't people laugh at me if I didn't play well?" "Who would dare laugh at you, my dear Cai?" Shen Hongyu put down his drink, took out a soft pack of Zhonghua cigarettes, tossed one to Cai Borui, and then lit one for himself with a black Zippo lighter. "

You went to that woman surnamed Fang's shop again, didn't you?" Cai Borui, who had also lit a cigarette, suddenly changed the subject.

Shen Hongyu nodded without hesitation, then flicked some ash into the ashtray, tilted his head back, and looked directly at Cai Borui beside him, his face full of smiles. "We're brothers, right? I know you like mature women. Fang Peijuan is good; we both have our eyes on her. Haozi and I have been looking into her background these past few days. You should know that her lover, Hu Guangren, is practically a government official. It'll be a bit difficult to make a move!" "

Although he's only a deputy section chief, but—" Hearing Shen Hongyu's musings, Cai Borui stroked his chin thoughtfully. But after only a few seconds, seeing Shen Hongyu still smiling broadly, he seemed to have thought of something. Immediately, Cai Borui sat down and asked in a low voice, "Do you already have a plan?" "Just a small trick." Shen Hongyu smiled slightly, then leaned close to Cai Borui's ear and whispered,

"Do you remember the incident six years ago in Dongzhou City, XX Province, where a video of officials engaging in group sex was exposed?

What happened to those people?" "That Dongzhou in our neighboring province—" Cai Borui, lost in thought, had his face obscured by thick smoke, making his expression unreadable. Shen Hongyu remained silent, continuing to inhale the rich smoke.

"Hehe—" Finally, a soft laugh from Cai Borui broke the silence between the two. Then came his meaningful words: "In a couple of days, the three of us, including Haozi, will have a good talk." Shen Hongyu stubbed out his cigarette, stood up, stretched, and couldn't hide his drowsiness. "Okay!

I'm going home now. I was exhausted last night, I'm going to catch up on some sleep." Cai Borui waved his hand dismissively, and waited until Shen Hongyu's figure disappeared at the club's entrance. He, who had been sitting, stood up, a lewd look spreading across his handsome face as he leered at the female escort who was leaning towards him. "Hehe, beauty, let's go upstairs and have some fun!" The woman smiled seductively, pressed herself against him, and together they walked towards the VIP lounge on the second floor of the club.

Almost no one saw that, as they walked up the stairs, Cai Borui had already slipped his hand inside the woman's low-rise jeans, kneading and grabbing. The woman's response was nothing more than soft moans and gentle sighs, a hint of anger and reproach—04-10
(Wednesday)

In the blink of an eye, it was eight o'clock the next night, the time Shen Hongyu and Yuan Hao had agreed to go to the "Crimson" bar, owned by his godfather Fan Ping'an, for entertainment.

This county-level city, with a combined permanent and transient population of less than one million, had developed a sizable entertainment industry chain since the late 1990s. Its urban area boasted dozens of KTVs, bathhouses, nightclubs, bars, and discos of varying sizes. Among the bars and discos, three were considered the most upscale: "SOS," "Queen," and "Crimson."

However, most ordinary people were unaware that Yuan Hao's godfather, Fan Ping'an, owned not only "Crimson," but also "SOS" and "Queen." Shen Hongyu, however, was one of the few who knew this.

Perhaps it was because the bar had spread the news beforehand that there would be a celebrity performance that night. When Shen Hongyu arrived at "Red," the large parking lot on one side of the entrance was already filled with nearly forty cars of various types. Furthermore, many small groups of people were walking and gathering outside the bar. The bar's brightly lit, neon-lit sign seemed even more dazzling than usual.

After getting out of the car and tossing the keys to the valet, Shen Hongyu walked through the bustling crowd and headed into the bar. Just as he entered the Gothic castle-style corridor, he spotted Yuan Hao, who was loudly chatting and laughing with two trendy-looking guys.

"I saw your Audi Q5 before I came in. What, are you so eager to seduce a celebrity?" Shen Hongyu, slowly approaching Yuan Hao, suddenly punched him on the back, his words equally mischievous and teasing.

"Damn it! Since you, A-Yu, say so, then don't blame me for disregarding brotherhood. The girl I reserved for you is mine too, I'm having a threesome tonight!" Slightly surprised by the punch, Yuan Hao turned around after recognizing the voice and shouted at Shen Hongyu, feigning displeasure.

Yuan Hao's build was similar to Shen Hongyu's, both lean and wiry. He had light chestnut-brown hair covering his forehead and ears, thin eyebrows, narrow eyes, a hooked nose, and thin lips; coupled with a men's diamond-encrusted cubic zirconia earring on his left earlobe, a silver bullet pendant around his neck, a Rolex watch on his wrist, an extravagantly bright D&G outfit, Baselon pointed leather shoes, and a hint of lazy roguishness on his face, he was the epitome of a wealthy playboy.

"Haha—" The two looked at each other for more than ten seconds before bursting into laughter. Yuan Hao, still smiling, greeted the two trendy men and said goodbye before pulling Shen Hongyu inside, grabbing his right arm. He continued, "Godfather's already drinking with those three girls' managers in VIP room number one. I was waiting for you, so I didn't go in yet." "Didn't they come with their managers?" Shen Hongyu asked, walking beside him.

"Not yet," Yuan Hao shook his head and shrugged. "They're the headliners tonight, around 9:15. They should still be at the hotel." "Then why did you call me here so early?" Shen Hongyu asked, puzzled.

After waving to several young men and women already loitering on the first floor of the bar, as well as the familiar bartenders and waiters, Yuan Hao didn't stop. He continued forward, smiling as he said to Shen Hongyu, "You always have to pay first to play with them! Even though female celebrities are becoming more and more like prostitutes these days, willing to go for any price, we still have to give them some face, right? Are you going to pay them after you've had your way with them? That's like calling them sluts in front of them!" Shen Hongyu smiled dismissively, remaining silent.

"And another thing," Yuan Hao's smile deepened, his expression filled with a mocking tone, "Arui called me this afternoon. He said you and he discussed how to take down Fang Peijuan's lover at 'Fan Hua' yesterday. Hehe, since you're free now, let's discuss it after we pay the bill?" "Arui's coming tonight too? Didn't he say he wasn't coming?" Shen Hongyu, who was almost at the stairs leading to the second-floor private rooms, slowed his pace and turned to look at Yuan Hao beside him.

"He won't be coming tonight." Yuan Hao, his eyes narrowed, casually brushed his chestnut bangs aside, then added mysteriously, "You and I both know that a woman like Fang Peijuan, so stunning and radiant, how could that hypocrite Arui not be tempted? In my opinion, his desire for Fang Peijuan is even stronger than yours. The reason he's outwardly calm is simply to avoid trouble." "After all, his father is an official, and he himself works in the government—" Shen Hongyu, following closely behind, silently pondered Yuan Hao's words.

Because the formal performance on the first-floor stage hadn't started yet, the noise inside the bar wasn't too chaotic. Hearing Shen Hongyu's mutterings, Yuan Hao quickly resumed the conversation: "Yeah! People like Arui and his dad, who work in the government, hate trouble the most. They always prefer to let others take the lead while they reap the benefits from behind. So what do we do? To curry favor with them, we have no choice but to be the ones at the forefront." "Curry favor? You mean you—" Shen Hongyu finally stopped, staring at Yuan Hao with surprise. It was as if this person was a complete stranger, someone he had never met before.

Seeing Shen Hongyu's expression, Yuan Hao remained composed. He reached out, put his arm around Shen Hongyu's shoulder, and turned him around. Instantly, both of their gazes were fixed on the bar below. Looking at the increasing number of men and women in colorful clothes below, he spoke again: "Ayu, this is how the world is. If you want to live well, men sell their talents to curry favor with powerful figures, and women sell their bodies to please the wealthy and powerful; otherwise, you'll just end up like these people on the first floor, forever mediocre, unable to see the beauty of standing high above and observing others." With that, he released Shen Hongyu's shoulder, leaned one elbow against the metal railing, and glanced into the distance, simultaneously reaching for a box of dark blue soft-pack Furongwang cigarettes and a small, exquisite Longines lighter.

With a crisp "ding," the lighter was lit, and a pale blue flame quickly ignited the cigarette. With a cigarette filter in his mouth, Yuan Hao, having stuffed the cigarette case and lighter into his pocket, continued to lecture Shen Hongyu, who was gripping the railing in silence: "Look at those people down there. They've worked hard all day, physically exhausted and mentally drained. They should be resting at home. Why do they come here and spend hundreds, even thousands of yuan to have fun? If you ask me, it's because they live too repressed lives during the day. Everyone has their own troubles and frustrations. If they don't come here to jump around, shout, or find someone they like to have sex with, they'll find no joy in their daily lives and struggles, and eventually, they'll lose themselves." "

You mean, are you saying that you, me, and Arui already have better living conditions and a better starting point in life than those people downstairs, so we should seize the opportunities we have and try our best to climb up?" Shen Hongyu gently stroked the Omega watch on his left wrist and said slowly.

Yuan Hao nodded slightly, then pinched his nose, which was still puffing out smoke, and said leisurely, "It's not that I'm gossiping behind people's backs. People who enter officialdom, whether they're enlightened or not, will eventually understand that there are some people they can associate with, and some they can't. And you, and people like me, who are rich but powerless, must make those who are powerful but poor realize that you and I are capable of associating." "

I understand." Shen Hongyu also took out a cigarette, lit it, and said in a low voice while smoking, "If you and I don't do a few things for Arui, this young master from an official family, to make him very happy and satisfied, then one day, when Arui understands the way of official advancement, he will eventually part ways with us and have nothing to do with us anymore. Isn't that right?" "Good that you understand." Yuan Hao coughed a few times, cleared his throat, threw the half-smoked cigarette to the ground to extinguish it, and then gestured for Shen Hongyu to continue walking.

As they walked, he whispered in Shen Hongyu's ear, "Some things, when Arui says he'll think about them, are just casual remarks. We mustn't take them seriously. What Arui is pursuing now is nothing more than enjoying life, eating, drinking, having fun, and sleeping with beautiful mature women; you and I can give him all of these so that when he rises to prominence, he can help you and me make a lot of money and achieve higher status." "These are all principles your godfather taught you, are

n't they?" Although playful and pleasure-loving, Shen Hongyu wasn't slow-witted and quickly realized what he meant, so he asked. "Otherwise, would he have such a situation in Haitan now?" Yuan Hao didn't answer directly, but instead pointed to the large bar. His expression was radiant, and his words were arrogant.

"Hmm." Shen Hongyu responded with a nod and didn't say anything more, but walked straight behind Yuan Hao.

In his mind, he recalled the bits and pieces of their time studying together in university, and the corners of his mouth involuntarily turned up slightly.

"This guy, he truly lives up to his reputation as the most clever and practical of the three of us—" Shen Hongyu thought to himself.

Three or four minutes later, the two arrived at the door of VIP room number one. Two burly men in black suits, standing outside with their hands at their sides, nodded to Shen and Yuan without saying a word and then opened the door directly. Immediately, the two filed in one after the other.

In the eyes of connoisseurs, the luxurious VIP room of Crimson Bar was decorated to the point that it was worth all the expenses outside the room. Some bars were superficially impressive, but Crimson Bar was more about inner beauty. However, Shen Hongyu, who had been there countless times, could never understand why they did it this way. It seemed to make no sense, but that was not a question he needed to think about.

The spacious room, which could seat twenty or thirty people, was now occupied by only a middle-aged man and a beautiful woman.

The man, dressed in a very gorgeous Tang suit, exuded an air of authority and domineering power. Having been in a position of power for a long time, he naturally displayed a sharp sense of superiority when facing ordinary people. If this were a first meeting, he wouldn't be underestimated at first glance. He was holding a glass of red wine, swirling it, his free hand resting on the shoulder of the woman beside him, his gaze falling on Shen and Yuan as they entered.

The woman was very beautiful, tall, and alluring. She wore an expensive black evening gown, draped in a mink coat, with an oval face, and her breasts were prominently displayed behind the gown; her eyes were soft and charming as she stared at the two who had just entered the private room, exuding a mature charm.

The man was Fan Ping'an, and the woman was his mistress—Wang Qingli.

"Godfather, Aunt Wang!" Gone was the composed and experienced demeanor he had displayed when lecturing Shen Hongyu outside. At this moment, Yuan Hao appeared to be the most sensible and obedient young man in the eyes of his elders. After politely greeting the two seated men, he slipped to sit on the other side of Fan Ping'an. At the same time, Shen Hongyu also politely greeted Fan and Wang, whom he had met a few times before, and bowed respectfully.

"Don't be shy, come, sit down!" Fan Ping'an smiled politely at Shen Hongyu, gesturing for him to sit down. Then, while continuing to swirl his wine glass with one hand, he patted Yuan Hao's arm with the other, feigning displeasure, and said, "You little brat! You're so young and already acting like a womanizer. Now you're even begging me, your godfather, to pimp you out. If your dad finds out, he'll be nagging me behind my back!" "Hehe!" Yuan Hao, realizing how abrupt this was, chuckled sheepishly. He then volunteered to take the glass from Fan Ping'an's hand, reached over to pick up the bottle of Chateau Latour from Bordeaux, France, wrapped it in a white cloth, and elegantly poured wine into the glasses of Fan and Wang.

"Godfather, as the saying goes, 'A young man who doesn't indulge in romance is a wasted youth.' I'm twenty-three now, and while I can't say I'm handsome as Song Yu or Pan An, I'm certainly vigorous and healthy! If I don't do 'that' now, what am I going to do when I'm old—ouch!" Before

Yuan Hao could finish his rambling, he received a solid flick on the head from the charming woman named Wang Qingli. Along with it came her soft, melodious Wu dialect: "You're young, you should be careful, lest you develop health problems from it when you're old!" "Thank you for your concern, Aunt Wang! Your finger strength is still so strong, I, as a junior, am truly humbled!" Yuan Hao, rubbing his forehead, wore a flattering smile and teased Wang Qingli mischievously.

Wang Qingli remained silent, but her alluring eyes, seemingly capable of speech, glanced at Yuan Hao with a flirtatious, shimmering light when Fan Ping'an wasn't looking.

Yuan Hao narrowed his eyes, touched the corner of his mouth, and then turned back to sit beside Fan Ping'an.

This fleeting, ambiguous glance did not escape the eyes of Shen Hongyu, who sat to the side, able to observe all three.

However, his face remained expressionless, for he already knew about Yuan and Wang's affair.

Yet, knowing it didn't diminish the uncontrollable desire within him.

Shen Hongyu had only seen two women like this so far:

Fang Peijuan, elegant and pure like a lily, reserved and gentle; and Wang Qingli, graceful and radiant like a red peony.

"Hey, Godfather." Before Shen Hongyu could even clear his mind, Yuan Hao had already turned to Fan Ping'an and said, "Where's their manager? Manager Fu just told me at the door that he and you were here. How come they're not here now—" "The matter has been settled, and he's already gone back to the hotel. After all, the performance starts in half an hour, and they need to go backstage to prepare." Fan Ping'an put his hand on Wang Qingli's shoulder again, took a sip of his drink, and said to Yuan Hao with a smile in his eyes.

Upon hearing this, Yuan Hao's eyes lit up with barely suppressed pleasure. He turned to Shen Hongyu and winked, and Shen Hongyu, understanding, immediately took out a bank card from his jacket pocket and handed it to Yuan Hao.

Just as Yuan Hao was about to take the card, Fan Ping'an waved his finger, his attitude gentle but his tone firm, saying, "No need, Xiao Hao, Hongyu. The expenses have already been paid for you. As your elder, do you really expect me to let you pay your own way? Take the card back!" "Hehe! Godfather's instructions? We'll obey!" Yuan Hao said with a grin, patting Shen Hongyu's hand to signal him to put the bank card away.

After Shen Hongyu put the card back in his pocket, Fan Ping'an put down his wine glass and stood up. The other three people in the private room also stood up, but he waved his hand, then, while putting his arm around Wang Qingli's slender and smooth waist, said to Shen and Yuan, "You two stay here. They'll come to this private room after the performance.

As for the hotel, I've arranged it for you; it's the 'Chiba' where they're staying now. Someone will bring you the room keys later." "Hehe! Well then, godfather, Aunt Wang, take care!" Yuan Hao waved goodbye to them casually and exaggeratedly. At the same time, Shen Hongyu also politely said goodbye.

After Fan and Wang left together, Yuan Hao and Shen Hongyu sat down again. Before Yuan Hao could speak, Shen Hongyu spoke first: "Haozi, what if your godfather finds out about you and Aunt Wang? What will you do?" "What will I do? I'll just have to deal with it!" He lit another cigarette, exhaled a smoke ring, and then said calmly:

"That woman is just a horny, unsatisfied slut. She seduced me first, what am I afraid of! Besides, she's not my godfather's wife. Maybe one day he'll get tired of her and dump her! You know, I, Yuan Hao, like the youthful and cute type. I can have a taste of this ripe wild rose once in a while, but I can't stand eating it every day."

At this point, Yuan Hao's eyes suddenly darted around, and he looked at Shen Hongyu with a very strange expression, asking him with a half-smile, "Ayu, it's not like you've taken a liking to her, is it?" Shen Hongyu felt extremely embarrassed when Yuan Hao's words exposed his thoughts. He lowered his head, hurriedly took out a cigarette, and explained while lighting it, "I haven't dealt with Fang Peijuan over there yet! Besides, in Haitan, who would dare to touch your godfather's woman? Do you think I'm tired of living and want to die?" "The way you put it, it sounds a bit like you're protesting too much!" Yuan Hao chuckled, his roguishness growing stronger.

"Cough cough—" Coughing a few times from the smoke, Shen Hongyu coughed a few times. Before he could speak, Yuan Hao grabbed his neck and laughed loudly, "Brother, I was just kidding! Don't worry, I don't care about this kind of thing. If you really dare to touch her, I'll definitely support you!" "Hehe, no, no!" Shen Hongyu replied with a dry laugh, his words sounding somewhat insincere.

The observant Yuan Hao didn't continue the topic. After releasing Shen Hongyu's neck, he leaned back leisurely on the exquisite and elegant mahogany sofa, which cost at least hundreds of thousands. A sly glint appeared in his narrow eyes, and he said with a smirk, "Alright, let's discuss how to deal with Fang Peijuan and her lover, the dean!" Shen Hongyu, who was now much calmer, nodded. So, the two young men, barely in their twenties, huddled together, plotting what they considered a momentous occasion—

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—a wide variety of performances. There were elegant guzheng performances and popular Northeast folk opera. Other diverse and captivating acts, such as solo guitar performances, musical sketches, and rap, drew cheers from the audience.

Of course, Shen Hongyu and Yuan Hao, standing by the railing on the second floor after leaving their private room, lacked the good manners of joining in the fun. Most of the patrons tonight were actually there to see the "Hot Girls" duo who had become a sensation across the country years ago. Although the group had long since disbanded and the members' fame was no longer what it once was, the bar still attracted a considerable number of people because of the opportunity to see these beautiful stars up close, stars they usually only saw on television.

Some came because of their youthful admiration; some came simply to appreciate them; and some came because of a lingering lustful desire.

Little did they know that two guys had come tonight with the wicked intention of using them as tools for their sexual gratification. "

You can only look, but we can defile you. Who told you you have no power, no money, no status; and no powerful or wealthy parents? It's just a matter of social class."

This was the thought in Shen and Yuan's minds.

Both leaned lazily against the railing, one smoking a cigarette, casually watching the performance; the other listlessly playing a pinball game on his iPhone. This was completely out of place compared to the current bustling and crowded scene of the bar.

"Hey! Yu, the main course for tonight is here. Take a look, which one suits your taste?" Just as Shen Hongyu finished the pinball game again and was about to switch to another game, Yuan Hao's tone finally revealed a hint of surprise at finally getting what he had been waiting for. At the same time, the loudest shouts, applause, and whistles of the night erupted on the first floor.

Quickly putting away his iPhone, Shen Hongyu peeked down and soon spotted two charming beauties with beautiful makeup and fresh styles.

One of them had a pure and elegant temperament, combined with her alluring figure and sweet voice.

If a man who commits a crime is a beast, then for her, not committing a crime is even worse than a beast.

The other, with her slightly cold but beautiful face, swayed to the rhythmic music with very gorgeous and seductive dance moves.

Perfect voice, perfect stage presence, perfect dance moves. But none of that mattered to Shen and Yuan. What mattered most were their perfect faces and figures.

Many people often ask: Why are there fewer and fewer beautiful women on the streets these days?

A small minority answer: Sleeping in our beds.

The former are humble, the latter are noble.

The questioner is resentful, the answerer is smug.

Shen and Yuan, who belong to the latter group, or rather, the answerers, didn't even want to mention their names. In their eyes, these so-called "stars" who appeared so glamorous on the surface were nothing more than courtesans with a price. Or, to be even more extreme, it wouldn't matter if they were called "multi-socket sockets"—"Why are there only two? Didn't you say there were three going to perform?" The energetic singing and dancing on stage continued, and the men and women in the audience were still singing along loudly. But Shen and Yuan had already returned to their private room. Somewhat puzzled, Shen Hongyu was watching the lively performance on the first floor through the live feed on the big screen while asking Yuan Hao.

"Of course, the other one was definitely taken away by my godfather!" Yuan Hao, with his legs crossed, chuckled lewdly, then asked, "Have you decided yet? They should be done performing in a few minutes.

I think we're just wasting time here. Time to have some fun!" Shen Hongyu, amused by this, pointed at the screen and declared, "She's the one." "Okay! Let's go wait downstairs!" Yuan Hao jumped up and led the way out of the private room. Shen Hongyu followed behind him, a sly smile playing on his lips. ———— ﹡

... "Hey! I'll fuck you to death, you slut! Ah, that's powerful! Haha, that's tight, huff—" Shen Hongyu panted as he rode the cold and beautiful woman, moving violently.

"Young Master Shen, you're so fierce! Hmm, push it in a little more." The aloof woman's demeanor was anything but aloof; instead, she was fiery and wanton. Her cascading black hair was loose, her pretty face displaying a lascivious hue, and a delicate fragrance wafted from her nostrils. Her battle-hardened vulva endured the alternating fast and slow thrusts, her panting and moans carrying a strong professional quality, but it was precisely these contrived sounds that fueled Shen Hongyu's lust.

After a while, Shen Hongyu withdrew his condom-covered penis, lay down on the edge of the bed, and slightly closed his eyes.

The woman, with her alluring charm, crawled to the floor and knelt, her cherry lips gently moving, already skillfully sucking. The penis trembled in her mouth, accepting the inspection of her lips and tongue, and when the entire penis was inside her mouth, the thick, dark pubic hair brushed against her delicate face.

As her delicate teeth lightly grazed his thick, hard penis, Shen Hongyu felt a strange tremor run through him, a surge of excitement spreading from his groin throughout his body.

He commanded her, "Come on, let me see you." A light, soft body sat on his strong thighs, her warm, wet vulva perfectly enveloping his erect penis. A beautiful, alluring face bloomed before him, her firm, glistening breasts trembling slightly with each thrust, glistening with beads of sweat. He felt each thrust penetrate the cold, beautiful woman's core; the glans felt an extraordinary sensation against the walls, a tingling, itching, and aching sensation, a multitude of sensations rushing through him.

"Mmm, mmm, very good, haha! You slut! Harder, good, so good!" He squeezed her breasts. Suddenly, he passionately kissed her full, luscious lips, sucking them fiercely. The woman, her lips slightly parted, responded with gentle moans, sometimes low and breathy, sometimes uttering soft groans, her lower body trembling in waves. In her excitement, she gripped Shen Hongyu's thick hair tightly, able to clearly feel his thick, hard penis drilling into her like an iron pestle, a tingling, sweet, and intensely hot masculine scent swirling around her nostrils.

Soon, Shen Hongyu gently patted her pink buttocks, and she turned around, leaning over the wide bed, her legs slightly parted, continuing to expose her intoxicatingly beautiful vulva. Then, his hot penis thrust straight in, the woman feeling a swelling and a tingling pain. Although she had already been lubricated, her tight vagina still felt Shen Hongyu's strength and power.

Beads of sweat rolled down Shen Hongyu's forehead, dripping onto the woman's delicate, white back.

She turned her face back to him, their lips meeting again, while Shen Hongyu's chest pressed tightly against her back. His waist thrust forcefully, his penis pumping in and out of her vagina.

The increasingly fierce force and frequency caused the woman to collapse onto the bed, struggling to breathe.

"Young Master Shen—Young Master Shen—I'm going to die—I'm going to die—you bad guy—be gentle—" She felt like she was ascending to heaven, her soul adrift, even her moans carrying a hint of silvery nightingale's cry: "Ah—be gentle—slower—I—" Just as she was reaching the brink of ecstasy, she suddenly felt the male member inside her momentarily freeze and then surge with intense rhythm.

At the same time, she heard Shen Hongyu shout almost a scream behind her: "Ah! Come out already!" She collapsed instantly, her body going limp, reaching her climax. A gush of extremely thick vaginal fluid spurted out, drenching Shen Hongyu's erect glans.

Unable to suppress his surging passion, he too ejaculated, his essence mingling with hers deep within her vagina, though a thin membrane separated them—Shen Hongyu lay on top of the woman, motionless. A few minutes later, the woman, as gentle as a cat, nestled into his chest, her fair, jade-like fingers tracing irregular circles on her nipples.

"This is a star? Hmph—" Shen Hongyu, his lust now extinguished, sneered inwardly. Who would have thought that just over an hour ago, this beautiful star, enjoying the adoration of countless men and women at the Red Bar, would now be so thoroughly ravaged by him?

This was the allure of money, power, and status!

Pushing the aloof woman aside, he donned a nightgown and went to the floor-to-ceiling window, overlooking the endless stream of cars below. His eyes were bright, his expression unusually content.

"Haozi was right, looking out from a high vantage point is truly a unique experience!" (To be continued) (Part Four) While Shen Hongyu was ravaging the aloof female star... Almost simultaneously, in another part of Haitan City, a similar scene was unfolding.

Inside one of the apartments in an old-fashioned apartment building, the simple layout seemed to have stepped back into the last century. The living room was small, with faint moonlight streaming in through the windows, making everything appear hazy. Beneath the window sat an old-fashioned cotton sofa and a small coffee table. A worn-out single-door refrigerator was crammed against the corner, next to the dining table and four stools. Though small and cramped, everything was neatly arranged and spotless.

Further inside, in the homeowner's bedroom—"Baby! I'm here!" A middle-aged man, stripped naked, revealing a large, flabby body, his penis erect and protruding beneath his drooping beer belly, leered at a beautiful woman whose clothes were disheveled, whose expression was extremely resentful, and whose hands gripped the bedsheets tightly.

Before the woman could answer, the middle-aged man's hand began to knead her firm, fleshy breasts through her clothes—breasts that could captivate any man. His mouth nibbled haphazardly at her fair neck as he mumbled, "Peijuan, it's been a while since I've had sex with you. You'd better perform well today!" Yes, this woman was Fang Peijuan, and the man was Hu Guangren, the director of the Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital.

"Wait a minute, hurry up. I'm a little tired today and want to rest early." Knowing that resistance was futile, Fang Peijuan mumbled softly before falling silent and slowly lying down on the bed. She let Hu Guangren do as he pleased, hoping that he would leave as soon as it was over.

"Hmph—" Annoyed by her attitude, Hu Guangren said nothing more, sneered, and then reached out to lift her skirt, kneading her full vulva through her underwear with a moderate touch. Soon, he pulled down her underwear and pressed himself against her.

Fang Peijuan, pinned beneath Hu Guangren, had her clothes pulled back, revealing her ample breasts. He was already biting into her full nipples, sucking and licking the two ripe grapes. He skillfully lifted Fang Peijuan's skirt and wrapped it around her waist. Then, he skillfully entered her body. Fang Peijuan had no choice but to submit and cooperate.

Her submissive appearance only fueled Hu Guangren's rising lust. His large belly thrust violently, and his iron rod, rampaging inside the woman, fought bravely and vigorously.

Time passed quietly with the slight swaying of the bed and the physical struggle between the man and woman. Fang Peijuan, who had previously shown some weak resistance, was now somewhat excited. Countless sexual encounters with this man had given her an unusually complex and contradictory feeling about sex. It could be said that the artificial absence of her husband for a long time had created this psychological state in her.

The man's expert knowledge of her sensitive spots gradually drove her to madness. The stimulation from her breasts further fueled her confusion. She knew her sexual relationship with him was forced, sordid, and utterly immoral, yet she couldn't control her body once it began. Each time this man pressed down on her, she couldn't help but experience a near-depraved, even perverse, excitement and impulse.

Watching Hu Guangren thrusting vigorously beneath her, Fang Peijuan, whose feelings were initially complex, no longer cared about anything. She was now simply a woman overwhelmed by surging physical desire, desperately needing the comfort of a man's manhood. Everything else could wait until it was over.

"Baby! You'll always be mine! I won't let you get away! I won't!" Looking at Fang Peijuan's flushed face, slightly parted lips, and soft panting breaths, Hu Guangren was unusually excited. He then began thrusting rapidly while shouting loudly, completely disregarding the fact that the neighbors around him had already gone to bed, pinching her breasts and grabbing her buttocks, indulging in his desires to the fullest.

"Oh—keep your voice down—oh—the neighbors are all asleep—oh—asleep," Fang Peijuan, her swaying body and trembling breasts, frowned, straightened her two smooth, jade-like legs, and bent them behind Hu Guangren's waist, her moans and gasps reminding him intermittently.

Deep inside, Hu Guangren, thrusting relentlessly, ignored her reminders, kneading her full breasts, his hips and buttocks thrusting forward rapidly, pounding against her beautiful honeyed orifice, becoming more and more vigorous.

Fang Peijuan, her lower body already lubricated, breathed heavily, and a deep, alluring blush began to appear on her delicate face without her glasses.

Gazing at the naked, beautiful body of another man's wife, Hu Guangren's blood boiled. Excitement and the pleasure of possession filled his entire being; his only thought at that moment was to crush, dismember, and melt the beautiful woman he had possessed for two years into his own body. This allowed her to submit to him once more.

"Oh—" "Creak, creak—" The sounds of lewd moans and the creaking of the bed echoed through the doors and windows.

In the bedroom, two naked bodies remained intertwined, Hu Guangren's breathing unusually heavy. Soon, feeling the heat surging within his spine, he roared and thrust his hips forward with all his might. Fang Peijuan,

her hands gripping the sheets tightly, moaning softly, was covered in sweat, shaking her head almost frantically. Strands of her long, black hair fluttered across the bed, adding to the erotic scene.

"Ah—" In an instant, with Hu Guangren's gushing ejaculation, streams of hot fluid sprayed deep into Fang Peijuan's vagina. Her face flushed red, and her hips thrust forward instantly, tightly connecting with Hu Guangren's lower body, leaving no gap. Thick, fishy-smelling liquid flowed into her body—and after a while...

Fang Peijuan remained silent. She closed her eyes, her legs dangling over the edge of the bed, her panties and bra lying beside the pillow, silently accepting the strange sensation of semen settling and fermenting inside her.

Hu Guangren, having already enjoyed his orgasm, held Fang Peijuan's waist, limp and motionless on top of her.

His penis had long since slipped limply out of her vagina, a thin, sticky trail of white semen slowly trickling out and dripping onto the messy sheets, leaving a wet, round mark.

"Was it good? Baby, you were trembling all over, it was an orgasm, wasn't it!" Hu Guangren sucked on Fang Peijuan's nipple, uttering lewd words. Fang Peijuan lay helplessly on the bed, pressed down by his large body. Gradually, her mind cleared. Shame and self-reproach overwhelmed her again. Why did it always end like this? She had succumbed to him again, unable to escape.

If that's the case, then why feel guilty?

This mature and intelligent woman, her smooth, creamy skin glistening with sweat from vigorous exercise, had little expression on her face except for a faint flush; she was unusually calm.

Yet, her mind was a jumbled mess. Gradually, she thought of her husband, constantly traveling for work, her daughter boarding at her grandparents' house in the provincial capital, and her deceased parents.

Two years had passed, and the number of times she had been sexually assaulted by this despicable beast with a respectable job was countless. She wanted to resist, but she was also afraid to resist. This contradictory psychology compelled her to repeatedly accept the profound humiliation inflicted by Hu Guangren's ugly penis.

Numb? Yes, and perhaps no.

"Will he help me escape this misery? If—" For some reason,

the image of the handsome young man with a jade-like face and bright eyes, who always brought a bouquet of flowers to the shop, suddenly appeared in Fang Peijuan's mind again. This young man had saved her nearly one-fifth of the high rent each year, freeing her from the worries of the exorbitant rent for her shop in the city center. Furthermore, in the nearly two months since they met, the young man had come to her shop every few days, either to bring flowers or to buy her snacks and desserts, as well as her employee, Xiao Yan. After exchanging some light and harmless flirtatious remarks, he would tactfully take his leave.

Women, especially intelligent women, generally possess a more intuitive and perceptive quality than men. They know that once a man begins to approach them intentionally or unintentionally, it means that he has developed an interest in them.

Undeniably, Fang Peijuan was that kind of intelligent woman. She was very clear in her heart that the young man harbored deep feelings of affection for her.

Faced with this situation, on the one hand, she kept a respectful distance from the young man's enthusiasm, maintaining a distant and aloof demeanor; yet, deep down, she gradually developed a noticeable attachment to him. This was evident in her feelings of profound disappointment if the young man didn't show up for several days in a row.

A contradiction? Heh, don't people always move forward amidst contradictions?

Thinking these thoughts, Fang Peijuan glanced sideways at Hu Guangren, who was still relentlessly licking and kissing her flawless skin, high breasts, and smooth abdomen, her disgust only intensifying. The image of this pig-like, repulsive man was etched into Fang Peijuan's mind, contrasted with that of the young man.

After a long while, she finally made a decision—it was nearly midnight, and thick, heavy, cotton-like clouds completely shrouded the city in darkness. The moonlight was gone, the stars were nowhere to be seen. Only the clusters of clouds formed white ribbons. There, only nothingness, only chaos —

Spring

is always a season that easily makes people listless and languid, with gentle breezes and fine rains, a time for a tranquil mind, suitable for a touch of melancholy and reflection.

At this moment, Shen Hongyu was quietly sitting in a café on the banks of the Mei River. Melodious jazz music echoed in his ears, and a slight smile played on his lips.

Opposite him sat a woman who shouldn't have been there on this drizzly spring afternoon: Fang Peijuan.

This morning, while Shen Hongyu was still asleep beside that beautiful, radiant female celebrity,

Fang Peijuan had called him, inviting him to this café that afternoon.

Shen Hongyu was quite surprised. Why would this woman take the initiative to ask him out after only one day? Aside from the initial few phone calls she made to discuss rent with him, for

the past two months, she had been passively enduring his subtle flirting and seduction.

"Is the sun rising in the west? Hmm—but that's fine too. This way, the plan Haozi and I came up with won't need to be implemented. Saves trouble!" This was Shen Hongyu's honest thought before entering the coffee shop.

Now, looking at the meticulously made-up woman before him, Shen Hongyu's smile remained constant. She wore a black and white embroidered high-waisted skirt and black high heels. She had removed her matching dark blue blazer, and the three buttons from her chest to her waist, placed at the corner of her seat, flaunted her beauty, while the unbuttoned two buttons at chest level blatantly revealed her alluring breasts.

"Um, Aunt Fang. What brings you here today?" The two had been sitting opposite each other for nearly ten minutes. Aside from a slightly awkward, reserved smile when they first met, Fang Peijuan hadn't looked at Shen Hongyu once more. Holding a tissue in her hand, she kept wiping her frameless glasses, which she had already taken off, with her head bowed. Faced with such an awkward silence, Shen Hongyu, being a man, could only take the initiative to ask.

"Can I trust you, Xiao Shen?" Upon hearing Shen Hongyu's gentle voice, Fang Peijuan trembled, paused, and then slowly raised her head, asking him nervously in return. Her tone was gentle, and her beautiful and elegant demeanor exuded a pitiful charm, making her exceptionally endearing.

Shen Hongyu's lips curled up even higher, a seemingly benevolent smile masking a wicked thought: "It seems these past two months of patchwork tactics and indirect attacks haven't been entirely ineffective! Woman, the day you're moaning in my bed, with my brother and me, isn't far off."

"Of course. Just let me know if you have any problems. If I can't solve them, my good friends will come to your aid." Despite his lewd intentions, Shen Hongyu maintained a consistently gentle demeanor, his reply seemingly sincere.

Fang Peijuan, of course, recognized the "good friends" Shen Hongyu spoke of. Those two young men, including Shen Hongyu, were clearly from wealthy families. Occasionally, they would accompany Shen Hongyu to the store, chatting with her or buying some of the store's high-end cosmetics.

They claimed to be gifts for their girlfriends, but Fang Peijuan could tell that while they exuded wealth, they certainly didn't have girlfriends. Because these so-called "post-90s" young people these days, which one of them has a girlfriend doesn't keep her by their side every day, inseparable? Why would they come out of their homes in groups to chat with a woman like her?

"Your two friends must be from very wealthy families, right?" After a moment of internal struggle, Fang Peijuan continued.

"They're alright! But they can still come up with a million or two at once. Of course, that includes myself." Shen Hongyu nodded and smiled, then picked up his Mandheling coffee, took a sip, and savored the pleasant sweet and sour taste.

A hint of inexplicable joy appeared in Fang Peijuan's eyes, but most of the time, she was still in a daze. To come up with millions of dollars at once. Although there are quite a few families that can do this now, it's extremely rare to hear it so openly. People from such families are far beyond what someone like Hu Guangren, who amassed a fortune of a few million through years of embezzlement and corruption, could compare to.

"He and his friends must have a way to get rid of that disgusting man! Even if—" Less than a few seconds later, her eyes had regained their composure. She encouraged herself mentally, regulated her breathing, and pleaded with the handsome young man before her, word by word, "Aunt Fang, I hope you and your friends can help me.

There's a scoundrel who keeps harassing me. Could you talk to him and make him give up? Stop bothering me." Shen Hongyu was somewhat surprised to hear her say this.

After a slight hesitation, he regained his composure and said calmly and politely, "Which dares to bother you, Aunt Fang? Don't worry, just tell me his name now, and I'll have someone deal with him tomorrow." "Please don't—" Fang Peijuan, realizing her voice was a bit too loud, looked around and, seeing no one was paying attention, lowered her head, seemingly embarrassed, and said softly, "I'm not asking you to beat him up.

I just hope you and your friend can talk to him properly and ask him to stop bothering me. Also, and also, make him return some photos to me—" Her voice trailed off, becoming softer and softer. Shen Hongyu, who had been listening intently, finally understood what she meant. With a new plan forming in his mind, he feigned righteous indignation and said in a deep voice, "There's such a thing! Aunt Fang! Has he already touched you? Damn it, tell me that bastard's name right now! I'm going to settle the score with him right now!" Seeing Shen Hongyu's furious expression... A subtle, sweet feeling suddenly washed over Fang Peijuan.

She was nearly forty, past her prime, yet this handsome young man still held her in such high regard, even expressing his feelings. This filled her heart, ravaged by two years of misfortune, with a profound sense of fulfillment and emotion. The

carefully constructed defenses of her heart began to crumble. Fang Peijuan slowly raised her head again, her face flushed, but she spoke clearly, "Listen to me slowly, that scoundrel started harassing me a long time ago. Two years ago—" From the following words, Shen Hongyu gleaned the true reason why Fang Peijuan had summoned him today, her voice sometimes fast, sometimes slow, almost tearful.

In fact, Shen Hongyu already knew about Fang Peijuan and Hu Guangren's affair. But hearing it from her own mouth brought a different kind of feeling to him. He hadn't expected that before he even made a move, Fang Peijuan herself had already developed a rift with Hu Guangren. And this rift was so deep, so resolute.

Nearly half an hour later, Fang Peijuan, who had recounted her entanglement with Hu Guangren in detail, stopped talking. After taking a sip of her coffee, which was starting to go cold, she twirled the small gold spoon in her cup, stirring the remaining coffee. She felt both shy and relieved, as if a long-standing weight had been lifted from her heart.

"I understand. Aunt Fang, I promise I can't do it now, but you can rest assured, I will definitely take care of it," Shen Hongyu said, feigning seriousness despite his inner elation.

"If it's too much trouble, then forget it," Fang Peijuan sighed, stopping her work. She continued, "He's the director of the Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital, with considerable power. I've heard him mention that his backer in Haitan is quite influential—it's that Vice Mayor Xu Shengli from the provincial government.

Sigh! Actually, I didn't have much hope, but I was feeling down and wanted to talk to someone—" Shen Hongyu had long heard of Xu Shengli, the Standing Committee Member of the Haitan Municipal Party Committee and Executive Vice Mayor. He arrived in Haitan three years earlier than Cai Borui's father, Cai Xingchu, and had served as the executive vice mayor for five years. Moreover, he was rumored to be the next mayor.

"Let's not talk about that now. Aunt Fang, you don't know, but my friend surnamed Cai once told me that the so-called 'backers' in officialdom are always a mix of truth and falsehood. Most of the backers he can tell you about aren't real backers. There

are two main reasons for this: first, he doesn't have a real backer; he's just using someone else as a front; second, he has a stronger backer, but he's using someone else to confuse his political rivals. That's all." After saying this, Shen Hongyu's gaze fell on Fang Peijuan, who was gazing at the spring rain outside the coffee shop, her expression somewhat forlorn. He

couldn't help but sigh; such a stunning beauty was like a drug to men! It wasn't surprising that Hu Guangren felt this way; even he himself had harbored a desire to possess her exclusively and not share her with anyone else.

"Is his family also officials?" Shen Hongyu's words piqued Fang Peijuan's curiosity. She turned around, her eyes sparkling, and asked in a melodious voice.

"Uh, hehe—" Realizing he'd gone too far, Shen Hongyu scratched his head sheepishly. In today's society, revealing one's true colors too early usually results in early elimination or even demise. Besides, the public's opinion of so-called "rich second generation" and "official second generation" is extremely negative. If Fang Peijuan found out that the three of them were genuine playboys and avoided them, it would be a huge loss.

Little did she know, Fang Peijuan, with far more life experience than Shen Hongyu, had already gleaned something from his hesitant and slightly awkward behavior. Coupled with their expensive clothes and designer cars, she couldn't help but understand the astonishing family background and wealth of Shen Hongyu and his two friends.

Perspective determines one's realm, even one's life.

At this moment, both Shen Hongyu and Fang Peijuan made a ridiculous mistake: defining themselves based on their own limited understanding. Compared to Fang Peijuan's misjudgment of her own vision, Shen Hongyu's error was far greater. At this moment, he couldn't fully grasp how he had achieved his current lifestyle. He always believed he was fundamentally different from ordinary people.

He was a genuine "second-generation rich kid," superior to the poor.

This was Shen Hongyu's deepest, most genuine thought.

Similarly, Fang Peijuan, believing she had glimpsed the secret, was now becoming increasingly confident. She believed that since Shen Hongyu had agreed to help her, his and his friends' family influence would surely make Hu Guangren back down. How to get along with Shen Hongyu in the future was a matter for later consideration.

After all, the young man was good-looking and kind to her. Since she'd already benefited from that bastard surnamed Hu, what else could she possibly thank him for besides her worn-out body?

Fang Peijuan thought to herself.

Almost simultaneously, they both looked at each other.

Shen Hongyu, his demeanor now composed, had a glint in his eye and a smile on his lips.

Fang Peijuan, on the other hand, beamed with joy, her bright, beautiful eyes filled with tenderness.

Poor Shen Hongyu, pathetic Fang Peijuan.

What a ridiculous thought—

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Half an hour later, Shen Hongyu, having taken Fang Peijuan back to the shop, dialed Yuan Hao's number. After learning his location, he continued driving towards his destination.

Soon, he arrived at "Strongman," the largest and best-equipped internet cafe in the city. He went straight to the second floor and found Yuan Hao in a private room, yelling and shouting as he played "CrossFire" alone.

"Damn it! Do those guys even know how to play?! No teamwork at all!" Before Shen Hongyu could even sit down, Yuan Hao abruptly threw his headphones away and stomped on them several times. Then, he slumped back in his leather chair, smoking in silence. Shen

Hongyu, seeing this, didn't say anything, but moved a leather chair next to him, sat down, and also took out a cigarette.

"Yu, wanna go to the resort tonight?" Yuan Hao suddenly asked Shen Hongyu after he finished his cigarette and calmed down.

The "resort" Yuan Hao mentioned was an underground casino set up by his father, Yuan Jiarong, in the outskirts of Haitan City. When Shen and Yuan were bored, they would go there to try their luck, gambling a small amount, usually around 20,000 to 30,000 yuan.

"I don't care." Shen Hongyu stubbed out his cigarette, his eyes darting around before he said to Yuan Hao with a half-smile, "You know what? We hadn't even baited the fish yet, and it jumped ashore on its own, waiting for us to catch it." "Oh, what happened? Tell me." Yuan Hao, his face filled with intense curiosity, straightened up and stared intently at Shen Hongyu.

About seven or eight minutes later, after listening to Shen Hongyu's explanation... Yuan Hao's eyes crinkled with an barely suppressed smile, his words laced with a hint of mischief and sarcasm: "Looks like we'll have to reconsider our plan from last night. Heh, I never expected Fang Peijuan to come to you for help. Ah Yu, I think she might have a thing for you." "Yeah! That's what I thought too." Shen Hongyu rubbed his stiff neck and continued, "But what she said about the relationship between Hu Guangren and Vice Mayor Xu... I think we should have someone investigate and confirm it." "

For that, we'll have to ask my godfather, or have Ah Rui ask his dad. Thugs don't understand these kinds of personnel relationships in the government." Yuan Hao, his chin resting on his hand, finished speaking with a cunning expression, then began to think. A moment later, clearly having a new idea, he glanced at Shen Hongyu, who was sitting in his seat, also deep in thought. "Tomorrow, go find Arui and have him ask his dad about it. We'll decide on the rest after we're sure this news is true."

"What? If it's true, does that mean we can't touch that Hu guy? Don't forget, that bastard took nude photos of Fang Peijuan! We just need to send someone to his house to steal the hard drive from his computer. He's so greedy, there must be some evidence on the hard drive. We can get it out, create some anonymous material, and give it to Arui's dad. We'll be doing a public service!" Shen Hongyu, his face full of indignation, tilted his head and said everything on his mind.

"If you do that, you'll be going to jail! And the people inside will definitely get orders from outside to kill you." Yuan Hao retorted sarcastically, slightly disdainful of Shen Hongyu's words. Before Shen Hongyu could speak, he waved his hand and continued, "Have you thought carefully about what the main source of his embezzlement is? Let me tell you, it's definitely the construction funds from the hospital renovation project. If we take action, even if we get evidence, we can't submit it. Because once the construction company is involved, it won't just be Hu Guangren who falls."

"You mean, Hu Guangren definitely has powerful backers? And not just one Vice Mayor Xu?" Shen Hongyu's voice trembled as he began to feel uneasy. After all, there's an old saying that goes, "Love is precious, but life is more valuable." He, Shen Hongyu, wasn't willing to clash with the deeply entrenched and complex bureaucratic system just because he wanted to sleep with Fang Peijuan.

"Maybe he does, maybe he doesn't. Anyway, it's within that fifty percent probability." A mysterious light shone in Yuan Hao's narrow eyes. With his hands in his pockets, feet on the computer desk, and striking a pose of shrewd calculation, he spoke again: "You're from XX County, you should remember the serial murders that happened in your county six years ago, right?" Hearing this, Shen Hongyu was both shocked and astonished. He was shocked because he certainly knew of the brutal case that was still talked about in his hometown.

A man surnamed Liu, in one night, shot and killed his parents in their home, then went on a rampage, breaking into the county party secretary's family and killing all four, including their nanny. And that wasn't all; he also murdered ten young men and women in a small town near XX Middle School.

Shen Hongyu still vividly remembers the fear, panic, excitement, and suspicion his classmates at his school felt about the case and the killer in the days that followed. The atmosphere throughout the county was oppressive and stagnant.

The county police even held a press conference after the so-called case was solved. In reality, it was just a reading of an official document detailing the case's resolution and stating that the suspect had been killed. Some discerning individuals immediately saw through the document's falsity. From beginning to end, the police never released the suspect's full name.

Aside from the surname Liu and the fact that he was twenty years old at the time of the crime, nothing else was mentioned.

"Of course I remember," Shen Hongyu said with a bitter smile, swallowing hard and catching his breath. "Not only that, I also know that during that period, not only in our county, but also in the provincial capital and Ningzhou, there were disgusting murders. It seems like the heads of those who died were all chopped off and taken away.

Moreover, the incident of the group sex video of officials in Dongzhou City, XX Province, which is next to our province, being exposed, and the murder of the police chief, also happened during that time." He glanced at Yuan Hao, who maintained his aloof demeanor, seemingly unmoved by the events. He then asked,

"Is what you're saying related to what we're about to do?" "You've never been in the underworld, so you only know these superficial things." As he spoke, Yuan Hao smoothed his bangs, then closed his eyes, speaking with an air of nonchalance, "Actually, if that incident hadn't happened six years ago, my godfather might not be where he is now."

"Six years ago, in Haitan, in terms of prestige, power, and even backing, my godfather was no match for Scarface Huang, the drug dealer and underground casino operator. Because Scarface Huang not only had several powerful backers in the city, but he also formed an alliance with Shi Jiaran, a powerful underworld figure from Dongzhou City in XX Province. Almost all of Scarface Huang's drug sales came from that Shi guy—" "That's right!" Shen Hongyu, suddenly enlightened, interrupted Yuan Hao's narration.

"I saw the news online. It seems that the wanted gangster in Dongzhou City was also around the same time as those events." Yuan Hao, still with his eyes closed as if resting, nodded slightly and continued, "You and I both know what happened after that. The central government was very dissatisfied with the security situation in our province, and in their XX province as well. Therefore, they sent people from the Central Commission for Discipline Inspection to urge all provinces to launch a special campaign against organized crime and corruption. Putting aside the others, just in our Haitan alone, the officials involved with Scarface Huang were all arrested, and Scarface Huang was even shot. Most of the gangs and factions from outside were also wiped out."

"Your godfather took over Scarface Huang's territory after that and rose to power by taking advantage of the situation?" Shen Hongyu blinked and asked.

"He's been in the underworld for so many years, and his survival secret is that he never dares to be the first to act." Yuan Hao finally opened his eyes, looked at Shen Hongyu, and slowly said, "The higher-ups saw this advantage in him, so they arranged for him to be the spokesperson for the underground order in Haitian. They also laid down three rules for him: no drug trafficking, no gun involvement, and control over the number of his subordinates. Of course, he could only agree, and that's how he got to where he is now."

At this point, Yuan Hao took out a cigarette again, lit it, and glanced at Shen Hongyu, whose face looked rather unpleasant, and said in a deep voice, "I'm telling you all this so that you'll remember it well. No matter how rich we are, in the eyes of those officials, we're just fat sheep waiting to be slaughtered. If we have a direct confrontation with them, the probability of us dying is definitely over 99%. So, you should get rid of any thoughts you had about reporting us or handing them over to Arui's dad as soon as possible. Otherwise, you'll get us killed!" Looking at Yuan Hao's serious and ruthless expression... Shen Hongyu shuddered involuntarily and hurriedly nodded in agreement.

Seeing this, Yuan Hao's face slowly regained its calm smile. He stood up, walked to Shen Hongyu, who was hanging his head and looking somewhat depressed, put his arm around his shoulder, and said smugly, "Alright, I'm doing this for your own good. Since you said that girl is already a little interested in you, we've taken the initiative. As long as you go to Arui and find out about Vice Mayor Xu, we can discuss it again when we get back, isn't that the same thing? Listen to me, we brothers can start our own businesses and make it big in the future!" Shen Hongyu, dizzy from Yuan Hao's boasting, nodded involuntarily.

Then, Yuan Hao let go of him and gestured for him to play "CrossFire" with him. Shen Hongyu didn't have any other trivial matters to attend to, so he agreed.

"Why did he say all that to me?" Shen Hongyu, completely baffled by Yuan Hao's words, pondered to himself as he played.

"Foolish and rich." Yuan Hao, sitting at another computer, glanced at Shen Hongyu and thought to himself with a sarcastic tone.

(V)

At 8:30 p.m., after a quick dinner, Shen and Yuan drove to the so-called "mountain resort."

In fact, this "mountain resort" was a farmhouse that had sprung up like mushrooms after rain in the last ten years or so. The environment there was very beautiful, nestled against the mountains and by the water, with several uniquely styled antique buildings dotting the green trees, full of the wonderful beauty of nature. The night added to the mystery of the place.

Yuan Hao's father, Yuan Jiarong, owned a total of five such "mountain resorts." They were located in different suburbs of Haitan City. The advantage of this was that they could frequently change the location of the casino to avoid occasional police raids.

Yuan Hao, who had spoken with his father's men by phone beforehand, led Shen Hongyu into the resort, and the two walked along a dark, shady path. Soon, they arrived at the noisy, antique-style building.

At the entrance, besides two minibuses used for transporting gamblers and casino staff, there were two men guarding the gate. Upon seeing Shen and Yuan, they weren't surprised; they nodded ingratiatingly and then used walkie-talkies to call inside. Shen Hongyu, maintaining his usual practice, tossed each of the two men a pack of Zhonghua cigarettes he had prepared. They accepted them without hesitation and pocketed them.

A few minutes later, the men who had come specifically to meet Shen and Yuan led them inside. Instantly, the clamor and noise inside were vividly displayed before them.

"Fuck you! I don't believe you can have such good luck all night! Keep going!" "Blow! Blow! Blow! Hahaha! Nine points! All hands down!" "Damn! How can you have two hands!" "I'm betting everything! Let's see your cards!" "Wahahaha! Dragon seven pairs! Five points! Pay up!" "Hey! Hey! Dog, lend me ten thousand to tide me over! Of course I know the rules! What! The interest rate went up? Three hundred a day? You might as well just rob someone! Forget it! Three hundred it is, go get it—"

Watching the various scenes unfolding in the nearly three hundred square meter gambling hall, Shen Hongyu's heart suddenly raced, and his adrenaline surged. He always reacted this way when he came here. Here, over a hundred men and women from different family backgrounds and with varying levels of upbringing had all abandoned their usual pretenses. Some were pursuing money, some were seeking thrills, some were enjoying the process, and some were savoring the result. In short, at this moment, each of them was not themselves.

Those stacks and piles of RMB. At this moment, their magic is fully revealed.

This is an era where desire fills the soul. Abundant material possessions make us complacent, and the rampant spread of trends, the pale and obscure emotions and language, have made boldness and gentleness a thing of the past. Looking back sadly, the concrete jungle, the bustling crowds in the alleys and streets, have made the subtle fragrance and shadows long gone. Who still has the leisure to lean on the railing, wanting to speak but holding back?

Thus, people begin to pursue their ultimate desires. Indeed, it is naked—"Young Master Yuan, Young Master Shen, please make yourselves at home. I'll be leaving now." Before the somewhat excited Shen Hongyu could calm down, the guy who brought the two in was about to take his leave.

"Where's my dad?" Yuan Hao saw this and quickly called out to him.

"Brother Rong is in the back room playing mahjong with Deputy Director Jiang from the Municipal Housing Management Center and two other bosses." The man who gave the answer nodded to the two and then left.

"Let's wander around! Ah Yu, what are you planning to play tonight?" Yuan Hao asked, patting Shen Hongyu, who was still excited.

"Ah, oh, I'm going to play 'Big Two'." Coming back to his senses, Shen Hongyu noticed an empty seat at a table and quickly pointed to it, answering casually.

"Okay, go ahead. I'll look around some more." With that, Yuan Hao turned and strolled off in another direction. Shen Hongyu walked towards the table, quickly sat down, and started gambling—leaving Shen Hongyu aside, let's focus on Yuan Hao. He wandered around, completely at ease, now considering himself the master of the place. Chatting with acquaintances and joking with his father's underlings became his primary tasks.

"Huh?" Nearly half an hour later, Yuan Hao, who had wandered to the northwest corner of the gambling hall, suddenly spotted a very familiar figure.

A woman sat at the blackjack table, a typical mature woman, around thirty years old, extremely well-maintained, with fair skin. Her legs were crossed, her shapely figure exuding an irresistible allure, which, combined with her voluptuous body and charm, aroused an wicked desire in anyone who saw her.

A sly, mischievous smile played on Yuan Hao's lips as he slowly approached her. Once in front of her, he unceremoniously pulled out an empty chair and sat down next to her, glancing at her with a half-smile, saying, "Aunt Wang, what brings you here for some fun today? Where's your godfather?" Clearly, this mature beauty was Wang Qingli, who had appeared with Yuan Hao's godfather at the Crimson Bar the previous day.

"Your godfather—" Wang Qingli, alluring to the bone, glanced at Yuan Hao with a flirtatious yet coquettish look, then continued in a low voice, "He went off to indulge in some corruption with some leaders from Ningfeng, didn't he?" "Then Aunt Wang will be alone in her room tonight, lovesick and miserable?" Yuan Hao, still smiling, slowly reached out and, taking advantage of the others' focus on the gambling table, quietly reached for her pair of full thighs encased in alluring stockings, then touched and caressed them back and forth in slow motion.

"Is this how you treat your Aunt Wang?" Wang Qingli, despite the inappropriate touching on her legs, showed no anger; instead, a captivating glint flashed in her seductive eyes. Her delicate, glistening lips exhaled a fragrant breath.

"It's still early for spring night. Aunt Wang, how about I, as her son, lead the way so we can enjoy the beautiful scenery together? What do you say?" Yuan Hao, a mischievous smile always playing on his lips, moved his head towards Wang Qingli's delicate head, whispering softly beside her exquisite ear, adorned with fashionable diamond earrings.

Instantly, Wang Qingli's charming face seemed to gain a touch of rosy radiance. But at the same time, she gave Yuan Hao a barely perceptible nod.

The ambiguous intimacy between the two deepened. Less than fifteen minutes later, maintaining a distance as they walked towards the back entrance of the casino, they finally arrived at the parking lot reserved for wealthy businessmen who drove there to gamble. Between two cars, they finally embraced and kissed passionately, oblivious to everything else.

Not only that, but Yuan Hao, already aroused by her captivating charm, continued to explore her slender, supple waist, her firm, full buttocks, and her alluring breasts, especially the curves of her cleavage. He pressed this mature beauty against the car, one hand running along her thigh to her rounded buttocks, the other roughly kneading her full breasts, accompanied by passionate kisses—this was the only thing on his mind at that moment.

Of course, the peach-like Wang Qingli was equally unreserved. Her lips met his, her tongue teasing, and she actively pressed her soft belly against Yuan Hao's already slightly erect penis. A woman as naturally alluring and charming as her is simply the best gift God could give to a man's depravity.

"Xiao Hao, are there any cameras around here?" Wang Qingli asked, slightly worried, as she gently rubbed her body against Yuan Hao's, moaning softly. In truth, even knowing there were cameras, she didn't want to stop this almost unrestrained game of desire.

"Of course not, Aunt Wang. I'm the young master; I know exactly what's there and what's not." Slightly out of breath, Yuan Hao reached up and parted her skirt, his hand resting on Wang Qingli's private parts, gently squeezing and rubbing them through her smooth panties; his other hand moved from her breasts to her buttocks, invading her extremely sensual cleft. The smooth touch made his breathing heavier, and his lust intensified.

Finally, he pressed the panting Wang Qingli down, his target his crotch. Equally aroused, Wang Qingli immediately understood his intention, pulling down his pants, her eyes half-closed, and her small, alluring tongue taking his thick, hard, and burning penis into her mouth. Looking up at that young, handsome face, she adopted a submissive, alluring posture.

"Aunt Wang, your little mouth up there is truly no less beautiful than yours down there!" Yuan Hao whispered with a wicked smile. Wang Qingli's warm, cherry-like lips enveloped his penis; the close contact between her warm saliva and her nimble tongue and his penis made him feel as comfortable and pleasurable as if he were immersed in a hot spring.

A short while later, when Wang Qingli released her lips, exposing his penis, still wet with her saliva, to the air, Yuan Hao hooked her chin with his index finger. Her seductive manner immediately aroused him, igniting an urge to have sex with her.

Wang Qingli then stood up, tightly embracing Yuan Hao, rubbing her lower abdomen against his body. Her panting grew heavier, and her body trembled more violently. Perhaps it was in this extremely public setting that she felt a primal, yet natural, pleasure.

And so, the two—no, to be precise, the man and woman, transformed into two beasts of lust, intertwined, savoring that shameless yet supreme pleasure. The woman's wanton moans and the man's heavy breathing filled the air. Because it was still early before the casino closed, no one would come to retrieve their car. The night was so deep and empty. This only fueled their unbridled embrace, their mutual pleas for more.

At this moment, Wang Qingli's expensive knee-length skirt was pulled up to her waist, and her black lace panties were down to her knees. Yuan Hao, equally naked from the waist down, thrust into her while caressing her smooth thighs, made even smoother by her stockings, and pressed his head against her neck, licking her delicate earlobe.

Wang Qingli felt waves of tingling electricity, sometimes light, sometimes heavy, a continuous stimulation coursing through her entire body. The writhing movements within her body intensified, the temperature of her secretions rose, and with each thrust of their bodies, they gradually overflowed.

"Yes—oh—that's it—yes—mmm—" she moaned incoherently. Soon after, Yuan Hao pressed her delicate body against a car, lifting her thighs with his hands and crossing them behind his back. Instantly, her thighs clamped around Yuan Hao's waist, her entire body dangling from him.

Yuan Hao moved his hips with all his might, aligning his glans with her. Wang Qingli felt the raging penis inside her vagina moving even more intensely. She desperately craved this, grasping the shaft with her hands to adjust its position, then lowering her hips, her wet vagina completely engulfing the entire shaft. Feeling a surge of pleasure, Yuan Hao groaned comfortably, embracing her full, mature body, continuing to rock her up and down.

Wang Qingli clung desperately to Yuan Hao's neck, moaning excitedly. Her legs were spread apart, her hips thrusting upwards, while her body slowly sank downwards, allowing Yuan Hao's thrusts to penetrate deeply with each stroke. This gave her immense stimulation, waves of pleasure washing over her, like being tossed up and lifted again on a bungee jump.

"Hoo! Hoo! So good! You slut, doing this with me in a place like this, and moaning so lewdly! Tell me, tell me now, are you horny or what?!" Yuan Hao, who had been having an illicit sexual relationship with Wang Qingli for nearly two years, kept whispering lewd words in her ear to stimulate her senses. He knew very well that this woman enjoyed his teasing; for Wang Qingli, already in a state of arousal, it only made her more excited and wanton.

"Mmm—yes—I need a pussy—I need Xiao Hao's pussy—oh—harder—this feeling is so beautiful—so beautiful!" Sure enough, Wang Qingli, her words even more unrestrained, twisted her slender waist and beautiful buttocks vigorously, feeling the penis ravaging her body. Her sensitive parts were constantly being violated, and her lustful fluids kept flowing out, quickly making the area where the two were joined and Yuan Hao's thighs wet.

After a few more minutes, Yuan Hao picked her up and placed her on the hood of the car, spreading her legs apart and loosely draping them over his shoulders. Then he continued to pant like a bull, thrusting. His scrotum swung from side to side, slapping against her two plump labia, making a dull, crisp sound. At the same time, he lowered his face as much as possible, unbuttoning her top with both hands, pinching her pair of snow-white and full breasts, kneading them vigorously, and greedily sucking on her two bright red nipples.

Wang Qingli cried out repeatedly as he thrust into her. She was now building to orgasm, her fingernails digging into her flesh as she gripped Yuan Hao's arm. With her remaining strength, she moved her lower body to meet his thrusts. She felt her body temperature rising to near-scorching, her vagina melting from the powerful penetration.

Amidst the unrestrained moans and the constant struggle between their bodies, their desires finally reached a point of release. Suddenly, Yuan Hao stopped moving, his teeth clenched and a muffled groan escaping his life force. Only his penis, still inside Wang Qingli, throbbed and trembled, rapidly swelling and ejaculating.

"Ah—" Similarly, a few seconds after Yuan Hao's ejaculation, Wang Qingli, her bones limp and her hair disheveled, opened her cherry lips and let out a long, sighing moan. Then, her body stiffened, and she collapsed onto the hood of the car. I began to savor the memory of that passionate and wanton intertwining of body and soul—in the empty, quiet night, nightingales sang; men and women, having released their desires, remained entwined in a passionate embrace. But this sensual scene in the dark was drowned out by the clamor and boisterous sounds of people playing cards from a building just a few dozen meters away. At that moment, there, some were winners, while many others were losers.

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