Tang Lin, a grandmaster, had lost the most crucial element for a martial artist: his center of gravity. He fell face-first into the mud with a thud.
"Remember, this is for Sister Lan Yan's sake."
These were the words the man's bare foot uttered as it brushed past Tang Lin's face.
The bodyguards exchanged bewildered glances. From their perspective, they couldn't hear any dragon's roar or feel any tremors. The so-called "dragon's gait and tiger's stride" could be large or small; large enough to shake an army, small enough to kill a general—it was all external.
However, they soon had the opportunity to experience it for a while… but the price was that the foreign organs meticulously implanted in their lower abdomens silently turned into foul blood and pus amidst the tremors of the dragon's roar.
The Xu family, which some superhumans called a dragon's den and a tiger's lair, was now nothing but a smooth path before him.
…
Late at night, a clerk was rubbing her tired eyes, intending to persevere until the end of her overtime shift, when suddenly a loud "whoosh" reverberated like a tangible sound wave, followed by a slight cracking sound, and then, spiderweb-like fine silver cracks rapidly spread across the window!
"What happened? An earthquake? A plane crash?"
What the clerk didn't know was that a plane had just hurtled past the downtown skyscraper from hundreds of meters away, creating a gust of wind that had shattered the glass of several surrounding high-rises, leaving it covered in cobwebs. She wondered how busy the glass replacement workers would be tomorrow…
"Snap!"
A pair of bare feet, as if glued to the glass outside the building, landed at an angle…
The reason for being barefoot was simple: with his current strength, the man couldn't perfectly control the recoil from his "Dragon's Walk" technique. To avoid ruining the shoes Zhi Ran had prepared for him, he simply went barefoot.
"Where are the little mice?"
The man pondered, almost defying gravity like Spider-Man, crouching at an angle on the glass, his heels mostly raised. His fingers traced a circle on the glass as if caressing a young girl's skin. The area he traced seemed to be scorched by flames; the glass turned crimson, gradually softened, and a large hole appeared.
"Pat, pat, pat..."
Barefoot, he lightly patted the polished marble floor. The man pushed open a door, revealing a sofa. On one of the sofas, glistening liquid stains remained. Smelling the lingering, faint, erotic scent in the air, the man walked to the French windows. Just as he was about to continue his search, his gaze suddenly froze, fixed in another direction.
…
His boss had run off too fast. By the time Kang Sheng pulled up his pants and hurriedly caught up, he was already nowhere to be seen. Confused and uneasy, Kang Sheng didn't dare linger. He quickly took the elevator to the underground parking garage and started the car.
Once he reached the main street, he finally breathed a sigh of relief. However, he suddenly felt a strange, tingling sensation in his penis. He handed the steering wheel to autopilot, unzipped his pants, and pulled out his "treasure."
Purple spots were spreading across the long, fleshy, snake-like shaft… At the same time, he felt a hollow, weak sensation deep within his body, seemingly in his lower abdomen.
"What's wrong with me?"
Kang Sheng was shocked, for he discovered that as the emptiness spread, the internal energy he had painstakingly cultivated was slowly disappearing…
It was as if a spider's fangs were biting into his lower abdomen, greedily draining his internal energy.
…
Simon extended a pair of bat-like wings from his back and soared through the sky. Xu Pengxuan had just sent a message saying there was a most urgent matter, requiring his immediate attention.
Simon had no doubts about this fellow member of the Seven Deadly Sins. To get there as quickly as possible, he even partially transformed, rushing towards the Shen City Central Building at breakneck speed.
As the aviation obstructions atop the building came into sharp focus, Simon suddenly felt every hair on the back of his neck stand on end without warning, like a small bat in flight being spotted and stared at by a giant dragon.
The intense sense of danger was almost like someone holding a sharp blade less than a millimeter from his eye, one foot slipping off a cliff, a moment of imminent danger, a precarious situation.
At the same time, the source of this danger… was also discovered by Simon.
Standing atop the building was a man, not particularly tall, not particularly strong, with an ordinary appearance, and even bare feet.
But Simon's eyes widened in horror in an instant, because… it was "Star"!
Simon wasn't stupid; in that instant, he understood everything…
Xu Pengxuan had somehow given himself away, allowing "Star" to find him, and in order to ensure his own escape, he had tricked Simon into coming here as a scapegoat.
"Bastard!"
In that instant, an intense resentment and murderous intent towards Xu Pengxuan surged into his mind. But whether it was hatred or a grudge for an arrow wound…
There was no space for it in his mind, for his entire being was consumed by the desire to escape and the will to survive.
In the air, a winged man, abandoning all elegance, frantically flapped his wings like a bat being chased by an eagle, turning and flying rapidly towards the most crowded area!
Although this violated the rules of combat among superhumans, what were rules? Just a piece of waste paper!
Without life, nothing else matters. This was a truth he had realized four years ago. Therefore, even if it could only make Xing hesitate for a moment, he was willing to exchange it for the lives of tens of thousands!
Xing saw Simon turn and flee into the bustling city, though he frowned slightly…
However, having experienced blatant betrayal and died once, he no longer wanted to be as considerate of his surroundings as before, allowing many villains who should have been executed to escape.
That would be irresponsible of the public. Moreover, the silver-white metal earpiece he wore was glowing red, and a faint pain was throbbing in his head, telling Xing that this device, which helped him regain his "thinking," was nearing its limit.
Once he retreated from this "conscious" state back to the safe zone that Sister Zhiran had set for him, he would become just an "ordinary" Li Dong, only knowing that he was a retired, dangerous-level superhuman. There were many dangers he simply couldn't handle.
"Sister Zhiran, thank you…"
Xing stepped onto the air in front of him, instantly causing the airflow to explode, and he flew like an arrow towards Simon, who was fleeing into the distance…
Tonight, Shanghai was destined to have a major news story.
...
Lingxiu quietly crept into the shadows of the eaves, her high, firm breasts rising and falling slightly, beads of sweat forming on her forehead, her red lips pressed tightly together.
This was a villa belonging to Chief Kang De, though not registered under his name, but rather under the name of a businessman used as a cover. This was something Lingxiu had discovered beforehand; a police chief owning a multi-million dollar mansion seemed suspicious.
Therefore, upon discovering her sister's disappearance and confirming a connection to Kang De, this was the first place Lingxiu thought of.
The location was excellent, deserted and spacious.
Upon entering the house, Lingxiu's heart skipped a beat, for she heard a faint, almost inaudible moan, like a cry.
She gritted her teeth and climbed over the edge of the building, inching along the narrow eaves to the window of the room. Peeking inside, her heart felt as if it had been doused with ice water and simultaneously squeezed violently—an indescribable surge of anger, guilt, and sorrow…
The room inside was designed in the style of Shikijima, with smooth, yellow rush tatami mats on the floor. Around it were objects such as ropes, chains, a wooden horse, and iron cabinets resembling strange torture instruments and human coffins.
A red rope hung from the ceiling, from which hung the pristine white body of a young girl. Her slender hands and white feet were bound behind her back, her waist bent precariously, her beautiful legs bent backward, and her small, delicate feet, pressed together, revealed their soft, pink soles. The insteps were wrinkled, but her toes could not bend, for each of her grape-like, tender toes was clamped with a small, serrated metal clip, just about to draw blood, yet without actually causing it.
Between the girl's wide-open crotch, an object with a tail was inserted. Her breasts, plump and rounded by her erection, were adorned with two similar metal clips on her toes, each dangling a small silver bell that jingled crisply with the girl's trembling movements.
Such pain naturally caused the girl to groan incessantly, her delicate body twisting and turning, tears streaming down her face in a heart-wrenching beauty…
Even crying out was a luxury, for ropes were digging into her red lips, preventing them from closing; only saliva dripped helplessly from the glistening puddle on the floor, indicating that this torture had likely been going on for a long time.
The room was not empty except for the girl; beside her were several naked men covered in tattoos, selecting sex toys from a nearby shelf…
Chief Kang De sat on a sofa nearby, next to him a girl wearing a black, form-fitting leather jacket. Her waist was slender, her breasts shapely, and her figure exquisite. The zipper of her jacket was pulled up below her collarbone, revealing a patch of snow-white, alabaster skin. Her breasts were partially exposed, two perfect semicircles flanking a deep cleavage.
At this moment, glistening moisture had already formed on both sides of her cleavage, and a pair of long, shapely, elfin legs were parted. A large hand was covering her firm, rounded vulva, kneading it through her leather pants. The girl's mons pubis was clearly very soft and plump, changing shape freely under the man's fingers even through the leather pants.
A pretty face was half-hidden by her jet-black hair, but from the other half, her exquisitely perfect features, as if sculpted from jade and ice, it was clear that this was a stunningly beautiful girl who could make any woman feel ashamed.
This must also have been kidnapped by Kang De's gang—
However, as a policewoman, Lingxiu, who hated evil, couldn't pay attention to this girl for the time being, because the girl hanging in the air—
was her kidnapped younger sister. Lingxuan!