In the hotel room with just the two of them, Jiang Feng looked at Mu Yanluo, who resembled a tigress, and felt overwhelmed.
He knew that this was something the normal Mu Yanluo would never do; it was completely the act of a lost woman, an emotional breakdown.
It was just like a drug addict consumed by addiction, completely losing their senses, unaware of what they're doing.
"How are you feeling now?"
Jiang Feng knew this was a pointless question but had no choice but to step forward, grabbing Mu Yanluo's hand, which was busy undressing, asking her with concern.
Her soft hand was held in Jiang Feng's big hand, and Mu Yanluo felt a tremor in her heart, losing her composure.
Her eyes, filled with difficulty, met Jiang Feng's caring gaze, and Mu Yanluo couldn't help but feel a mix of shame and anger. Trembling, she wrapped her arms tightly around Jiang Feng and murmured breathily, "I... feel... so uncomfortable... ah!"
Feeling the softness of her fragrant body against him again, Jiang Feng felt even more overwhelmed. This was a hotel; why was she calling out so loudly?
Ignoring where they were, Mu Yanluo exaggerated her moans, completely stripping off her sleeveless vest, stretching her slender neck, and once again leaning her sweet, ruby-red lips toward Jiang Feng's.
Jiang Feng reached out to push her away, but his hands accidentally touched Mu Yanluo's skin, causing a tightness in his heart. He immediately took a step back.
Mu Yanluo inhaled Jiang Feng's strong masculine scent, her eyes even more bewildered, unable to see if anyone was before her. From between her teeth came a low, weak voice: "I really... feel awful... help me..."
As she spoke, she quickly tugged off her ultra-short hot pants, kicked her sandals away with her little feet, rubbed her body with her hands, moaning and groaning, her hazy eyes desperately searching for Jiang Feng's position, approaching again.
Jiang Feng neither knew whether to stay or leave, looking at the frenzied Mu Yanluo, feeling helpless; what kind of destiny was this, turning good deeds into bad?
Allowing the unconscious Mu Yanluo to struggle with abandon, he couldn't bring himself to be heartless.
Even dressed, Mu Yanluo already displayed poise and allure; stripped of her constraints, she looked even more breathtaking, stirring one's blood.
Just as Jiang Feng hesitated to continue watching, Mu Yanluo had already pulled off her last layer of defense, climbing in front of Jiang Feng. Her crimson lips opened slightly, her pink tongue slipping between her teeth as if savoring a delicacy.
Her gaze had begun to scatter; climbing onto Jiang Feng's legs, she clung tightly, twisting madly, her mouth issuing distorted sounds forced from within.
This scene left Jiang Feng unable to stand by any longer, recognizing that the woman before him was on the verge of collapse. Continuing like this would soon damage her body and spirit.
"Hold on!"
With no alternative, Jiang Feng had to rely on his strong will and self-control to forcibly control himself, then, ignoring Mu Yanluo's fierce entanglement, he picked her up and placed her back on the bed.
Mu Yanluo turned around, her snow-white body trying to crawl over again, but Jiang Feng unceremoniously pinned her down with one hand, swiftly pulling the sheet with the other to bind her hands to the bedhead.
In this way, with her hands restrained, even if Mu Yanluo twisted more violently, she couldn't break free, only able to kick wildly with her feet and shout loudly.
"Stop shouting!" Jiang Feng took a deep breath, avoiding looking, and quickly covered Mu Yanluo's delicate body with a thin towel, out of sight, out of mind.
After doing all this, Jiang Feng placed his right hand under the towel, resting it on Mu Yanluo's abdomen.
"Ah..."
Feeling Jiang Feng's touch, Mu Yanluo trembled, raising her head, eyes dazed, her mouth open, moaning and groaning.
Jiang Feng steeled his nerves and quickly activated the "Devouring Sky Demon Technique," releasing two streams of Demonic Qi along a certain meridian route inside Mu Yanluo, using this to dispel the medicine power within her.
The sound was like a demonic voice from hell, continuously assaulting Jiang Feng's mind.
Even though Jiang Feng's heart was as solid as a rock, unaffected, he continued to urge the Demonic Qi along the meridian path, brushing against Mu Yanluo's sweat-drenched body.
Once, twice, three times...
Two minutes.
Mu Yanluo's convulsions lasted for a full two minutes before stopping.
Afterwards, completely exhausted and having sweated excessively, she fainted.
Seeing this, Jiang Feng finally breathed a sigh of relief, not overly concerned.
He knew that Mu Yanluo had fainted due to the Demonic Qi forcibly expelling the medicine power, leading to a brief shock and unconsciousness.
Sure enough, as expected, the blush on Mu Yanluo's face and body gradually faded after the shock, her body temperature returned to normal, and her breathing evened out.
"Whew!"
Jiang Feng let out a long breath, knowing that the drug effect in Mu Yanluo's body had been completely dispelled.
He shook his head, pulling off the soaked towel from Mu Yanluo, throwing it aside, then covered her with a new one. Only then did he, feeling light-headed, leave the room.
Finally, Jiang Feng glanced back at Mu Yanluo from the doorway before reluctantly leaving, locking the door behind him.
...
At the same time, in a high-end five-star hotel in Neibi, Myanmar, abroad.
Wearing pajamas, Tarsen fiercely tossed a newspaper in his hand onto the ground, his face contorted with anger, teeming with a murderous aura!
That newspaper was from China, Binhai.
It detailed the events of the previous night, describing the supposed rushed escape and crash death of overseas drug dealers.
Moreover, a featured photo was lavishly reporting on Situ Yan's commendation!
"Damn Jiang Feng from China, you killed even my most beloved eldest son; are you trying to wipe out my lineage completely?"
Tarsen's face was ferocious, but his spirit seemed to have aged ten years in an instant!
However, his gaze was more vicious and cold than ever before!
At this moment, a beautiful long-haired woman, having just finished a bath and wrapped in a golden robe, walked out of the bathroom.
This woman didn't have the fair and tender skin typical of Chinese women; instead, she had a healthy wheat-colored complexion, and even under her sensual skin, the well-defined muscles could be seen.
The robe couldn't hide her graceful figure; barefoot, she came to stand in front of Tarsen, picking up the newspaper that had been thrown on the ground.
After just a few seconds of looking, she suddenly raised her head, looked at Tarsen, and said, "Is Ta Kun also dead? Do you need me to go to China personally?"
This alluring woman was none other than Tarsen's second bodyguard, the female assassin Lu Da!
Lu Da, originally from Laos, was kidnapped by traffickers in her early years and sold into a camp specializing in training female assassins.
By coincidence, Tarsen got involved with that camp, met Lu Da, and hired her for a few tasks.
Over time, Tarsen came to admire Lu Da's skills so much that he spent a fortune buying her out of that assassin camp.
Afterwards, it was only natural for her to stay by his side and become his woman.
"No! Bashar, Hei Shan, and Yefimovich joined forces and still weren't Jiang Feng's match. Your going would achieve nothing,"
Tarsen said blandly, "Whatever the case, he killed my two sons, which is unforgivable! — Go and ask Du Sengming for me, how much longer until he can emerge? Revenge for Kun'er and Sha'er can only rely on him!"