On a beach near Shen City, a slightly thin man lay quietly…
His clothes were somewhat tattered, yet strangely, they seemed to have been torn by the wind. He was barefoot, but there was hardly any sand on his feet, as if he hadn't walked there.
Just moments before, a large, unexplained explosion had occurred on the beach about a kilometer away. The area was still surrounded by a large group of government officials, and the government had issued an urgent notice ordering everyone to stay away from the beach. Therefore, the beach, which should have been bustling until late at night, was completely deserted.
However, there are always exceptions. Several furtive figures got out of a van and walked onto the beach. One of them asked, "Who exactly does Young Master Xu want?"
"I don't know. As long as I can get Ares, I'll kill someone, let alone find someone seriously injured on the beach."
The others were also eager to get started. They weren't actually Xu Pengxuan's men, nor were they even members of a gang. They were just addicts who couldn't afford Ares—although psychoactive drugs like Ares and Muse don't cause any physical harm; in fact, they can be said to have some enhancing effects on the body.
There have been cases of people suddenly gaining immense strength or experiencing a sudden improvement in mental clarity after using Ares… and these cases are not uncommon.
However, the reason drugs are called drugs is because they possess an incredibly powerful addictive nature, and in this respect, psychoactive drugs far surpass traditional drugs. They are almost impossible to forcibly quit.
The reason lies in its ability to alter personality and incidentally unlock a person's potential. It can transform someone with low emotional intelligence into someone eloquent and perceptive, while turning a dull-witted, business-illiterate individual into a shrewd and calculating one. Such transformations are often the envy of many. Therefore, despite Ares's drawback of gradually increasing irritability and aggression over time,
it still captivates and drives people to pursue it madly. It's like experiencing a completely different life. Once experienced, returning to normalcy creates a tremendous sense of loss, forging an unshakeable spiritual yearning.
These individuals were no exception. Otherwise, why would they have driven dozens of kilometers to the seaside, clinging to a sliver of hope, like searching for a needle in a haystack?
However, they were perhaps lucky, because soon one of them, with sharp eyes, suddenly pointed to the beach ahead and excitedly shouted, "Look, isn't there someone lying there?"
Their companions quickly shone their flashlights over and, sure enough, lay a thin, pale man, nearly naked from the waist up, barefoot, on the receding tide.
The group was ecstatic. Xu Dashao's notice said that regardless of whether it was the person he was looking for, anyone who found the injured man on the beach and brought him back would be rewarded with hundreds of units of Arena!
One unit of Arena was twelve pills, and normally they could only buy one pill with a month's salary. Now, such a huge fortune was placed before them; how could they not be excited and breathless?
This feeling was no different from winning a five million dollar lottery!
Just as they were about to swarm forward, carrying this enormous "treasure" into the car, a very tall figure suddenly appeared on the sea. Shining their flashlights on him, they saw a man with a very short buzz cut, soaking wet.
His muscular physique wasn't the kind of flashy, gym-trained build; it was as hard as rock, giving the impression of explosive power.
Moreover, the man's wet appearance suggested he had just emerged from the sea, leaving the men with no choice but to be afraid.
If Xiang Anping were here, he would recognize him as his missing bodyguard, the monk Yuanhui from Kongshan Temple.
"What are you doing!"
Yuanhui's eyes widened in anger, and his muscular body suddenly shuddered, instantly transforming into countless water droplets that shot out, much like an animal shaking off water, except that the "fur" had been replaced by muscle.
If a skilled martial artist were present, witnessing this trembling and shaking of the water, they would recognize it as the mark of someone who had entered the realm of Dark Force.
"Ah! Monster!"
Although the group was terrified by the strange scene before them, the prospect of a large sum of "wealth," coupled with their sheer numbers, ultimately allowed greed to overcome fear, driving them to charge at the man emerging from the sea, fists clenched.
One of them even used an Ares amulet; his eyes visibly burned with fanaticism, his muscles bulging noticeably. He charged ahead, exuding a ferocious, predatory aura.
But no matter how ferocious, an ordinary person was no match for Yuan Hui, who had entered the realm of Dark Force. With a swift movement of his powerful hand, he seized the man's head, lifting him with his fan-sized claw, and hurled him onto the beach. The surge of Dark Force sent the man's body plunging into the soft sand like an arrow.
The others were terrified, finally realizing they had encountered a superhuman, someone they couldn't defeat. They abandoned their companions and fled in haste.
Yuan Hui didn't give chase. To him, it was merely a matter of righting wrongs; even the person whose tea had been poured into the sand wouldn't be seriously injured.
He knelt down beside the lying man, turned his head to face him, and his copper-bell-like eyes widened instantly. He exclaimed, "My benefactor!"
It turned out that the person who had fainted on the beach was his mentor in the field of internal energy cultivation, the young benefactor he had only met once!
******
Meanwhile, at Kant's villa.
A soft, ecstatic moan escaped her lips as a voluptuous, white, alabaster-like body slowly sat down. A dark, fleshy rod gradually penetrated her rounded, shapely buttocks. As the pink butterflies danced amidst the tangled black pubic hair, her snowy hips and plump legs pressed tightly together, the intense pleasure caused both of them to throw their heads back and gasp.
For Yu Tang, it was an itch-like, tingling sensation, her already flowing vagina thoroughly stretched and stretched. Every fold trembled with pleasure, like a thirsty traveler encountering a clear, cool spring.
For Ma Zhikai, the unimaginable tightness, heat, and wetness of the girl's vagina, the soft, tender flesh caressing and enveloping her in every way, was almost enough to drive him mad!
If it weren't for the powerful ejaculation he'd just delivered onto her delicate, dewy feet, and the fact that his glans and groin weren't so sensitive anymore, he might have already been unable to hold back…