I took a deep breath. I had to catch Xu Pengxuan no matter what, not just for Yu Tang. Shen Weiwei flashed through my mind, along with the chaotic scenes I'd witnessed at Haitang Dream and on the streets. He was spreading psychotropic drugs and manipulating gangs through them—the evidence was undeniable.
Even though I'd retired from the front lines, I couldn't let this kind of person get away with it!
…
At the top of a high-rise building in downtown Shenyang, amidst a hot and aphrodisiac atmosphere, moans and groans rose and fell.
On the expensive wool carpet and rhinoceros leather sofa, wet stains were clearly visible. Various uniforms lay scattered on the floor, while underwear and stockings were crumpled or hung haphazardly. Amidst this lay a scattering of naked bodies.
They were of varying shapes and sizes—some plump, some thin, some petite, some slender, some tall, some voluptuous—but they all shared one thing in common: semen flowing from their crotches and a small star-shaped tattoo etched on their buttocks.
"Ah, ah, ooh...no...it feels so good...mmm, ah..."
Although the battle was nearing its end, a naked "flesh-and-blood fight" was still going on on the soaking wet sofa. Two men and one woman were sandwiching a beautiful, alabaster-white body between them. Her delicate, snow-white buttocks were spread wide, already dripping with juices. Between her rounded thighs, smeared with white semen, in her vagina and anus, two different shapes—one brown, one white—were thrusting in and out with equally thick and massive penises.
"How about that? I told you this little slut could take a lot of fucking, didn't I..."
Xu Pengxuan spread Shen Weiwei's snow-white buttocks, now slippery with fluids. His thick, long member stretched her tender, red anus until it was swollen and about to burst, tightly gripping it like a ring of pink flesh. With each thrust, he penetrated and pulled out.
Below, in the narrow crevice between the vulva and perineum, less than two centimeters wide, Simon's thick penis, coated in sticky white semen, was fully inserted into the small, moist opening. The two plump labia majora were parted, the thin, red labia minora and the opening of the vulva were stretched taut and full, both sides covered in thick, white semen, clearly indicating it had been thoroughly penetrated.
Simon released the girl's snow-white breasts from his mouth. The delicate nipples, like buds, were swollen and red from being sucked, erect and voluptuous. This alluring sight made Simon lick them with his tongue, then he said jokingly, "How about you give me this slut?"
Xu Pengxuan chuckled and said, "You can do whatever you want with her, but don't even think about taking her away. Just like Xing killed me in front of them, I'll let them see how Xing dies."
His tone became low and ruthless towards the end. After the harrowing battle four years ago, no one who survived remained untouched, inside or out—after all, seeing someone comes at a price: either heartfelt reverence and worship, or hysterical, precarious resistance.
Clearly, they were the latter.
Simon remained silent, but his suddenly heavy breathing and abruptly accelerated upward thrusts betrayed the turmoil within him.
"Beep beep…"
Suddenly, an electronic sound filled the room. The projection array on the ceiling flickered a few times, then displayed a pristine, naked body. Judging from its figure and appearance, it was unmistakably Luo Yutang, or rather, Luo Yutang from several years ago—only this was an AI projection, not the real Luo Yutang.
"Master, Kant has contacted you~"
Xu Pengxuan slapped Shen Weiwei's smooth, firm buttocks, casually saying as he thrust gently into her, "Answer the call."
"Boss, the person you're looking for has arrived!"
Xu Pengxuan suddenly plunged into her tight, juicy honey pot, turning his head to stare intently at the 3D projection floating in the air amidst the girl's plaintive cries.
"What did you say?"
Kant repeated his words, then explained the whole story.
Xu Pengxuan grinned maliciously. He had just finalized his plan to deal with Xing, but unexpectedly, Xing had already walked right into his trap. Both men, separated by Shen Weiwei's soft, white shoulder, could see the other's excitement…
"How many Blood Addicts can you produce?"
As one of the Seven Deadly Sins, Pride, Simon possessed the ability to turn people into Blood Addicts like a vampire. Of course, the process wasn't so simple; it wasn't something that could be done with a single bite. It was a zombie virus, not a transformation into Blood Addicts.
His method of creating Blood Addicts was actually very similar to that of the giant mutated blue whale from Gluttony. Both involved injecting blood containing special powers to achieve the purpose of modification and control. However, the stronger the individual, the more difficult it was for him to transform them into a Blood Slave, and the number he could control would drastically decrease.
Currently, due to his lingering injuries, Simon's strength is only at the "squad" level in the military—meaning he's capable of handling a fully armed special forces squad.
Of course, Simon's strongest point is only at the "tactical battalion" level. His strategic-level strength primarily stems from his "madness"—his ability to transform millions of ordinary people into mindless, zombie-like blood slaves.
In modern cities, this ability is incredibly dangerous…
However, if things reach this point, he's essentially doomed. Even with minimal blood needed to transform ordinary people, reaching millions or tens of millions will inevitably lead to blood depletion and death, as long as they haven't transcended the carbon-based life form category.
Simon's gaze shifts. He's currently based on Shikishima, which he's essentially turned into his underground kingdom. Even "Empress" Yoshihara Tsubaki must obey him.
However, his two powerful apostles were only at the Army-level, and one of them had to remain on Shikijima to guard against a potential counterattack from the Tokugawa clan. Therefore, he only brought one Army-level apostle and three Danger-level apostles.
However, if he were to unleash his strongest Army-level apostle now, while "Star" was feigning weakness, the loss would be too great. Each Army-level apostle, in a sense, can be considered a smaller version of a Strategic-level apostle.
This is because they possess destructive power comparable to an army, and in some aspects, can even rival Strategic-level apostles. The world of superhumans has always held the saying: there are no absolute strongmen, only relative strongmen.
The most typical example is the absolute memory ability, a perturbation-type ability, which can actually be as effective as a Strategic-level apostle.
Only by becoming a "Forbidden-level" god can one truly transcend everything.