Xiao Ruolin’s expression initially showed shock, then she cursed unreservedly, "Asshole, hooligan, pervert, if you dare defile me, I will kill you."
"Rest assured, I disdain to use such brute force tactics; what I want is for you to willingly crawl into my bed."
"Forget about it in this lifetime," Xiao Ruolin defiantly hummed.
Xiao Yifeng chuckled, then released Xiao Ruolin’s bound limbs, saying, "Don’t you want to save your companions?"
"How are they?" Xiao Ruolin asked sharply.
"Don’t worry, they’re not dead. They’re in a storeroom on the fifth floor. However, I should remind you that this person is so strong, their background mustn’t be simple. It’s possible they have a mastermind behind them."
"The police should be careful. It’s best to report this, so the higher-ups can send someone else to handle this case. You cops can’t handle it," Xiao Yifeng warned, glancing at the robed figure lying on the ground.
"Thank you, but catching criminals is our police duty; we don’t need anyone else interfering," Xiao Ruolin retorted coldly.
"Then this is your affair, and I won’t intervene," Xiao Yifeng waved his hand and left the place, while Xiao Ruolin’s eyes followed Xiao Yifeng’s retreating figure, showing a trace of complicated emotions.
"Alright, the criminal has been subdued; you can go in now." Xiao Yifeng walked out of the building and spoke to Dai Li before departing the scene.
As for the group of policemen and Dai Li, all wore astonished expressions, completely unprepared for Xiao Yifeng’s solo feat of subduing the criminal.
In a secretive chamber somewhere in Tianhai, another figure cloaked in a black robe appeared; within this dimly lit, sinister chamber.
Seated was an elder in a black long robe, with a sallow, withered face covered in wrinkles, his cold and terrifying pupils causing an involuntary shiver in one’s heart, exuding an aura of death.
"Master, Number Three has been captured by the police," the man in the black robe reported respectfully from his kneeling position.
"What happened?" A harsh, cold voice echoed throughout the chamber as if it came from the robed elder, though his lips did not move, the voice eerily emerging.
"Number Three killed someone outside because of his cultivation and was caught by the Tianhai Police," said the man in the black robe solemnly.
"Useless. Go and kill him, leaving no trace," the cold, grating voice commanded again, with the elder’s lips still unmoved as if he had never spoken.
"Yes," the man in the black robe nodded.
"Any news on that item?"
"We have a lead, and I am about to investigate."
"We must find it; otherwise, I’ll use your blood to recover," the cold, grating voice reached the man’s ears with an icy evil qi, causing his body to tremble as he quickly bowed his head.
"Yes, master." With that, the man in the black robe quickly exited.
Then the robed elder’s body surged with Blood Evil Energy, engulfing him.
At Tianhai International Airport, a group of people slowly emerged, led by a young man dressed in Italian bespoke attire, wearing a million-dollar watch, radiating an air of nobility with a touch of defiance in his demeanor.
On either side of the young man were two middle-aged men. One wore an elegant black suit, with a scholarly face and eyes that twinkled with the sharpness of a businessman, sporting a mustache above his lips.
The other man wore a long white robe, his features slightly sinister, his eyes gleaming with a nefarious light that made others hesitate to approach, followed by a dozen or so people.
"So this is Tianhai, China’s international metropolis? It seems nice, but I wonder about the beauties here. I’ve yet to taste the flavor of Chinese women; I must give it a try this time," the young man said with a frivolous smile, surveying the surroundings.
Just then, five Bentleys escorting a Rolls Royce slowly approached, stopping outside the airport, immediately drawing countless gazes and attention. Many were astounded by such a luxurious motorcade, a rare sight indeed.
The door of the Rolls Royce opened, and Yang Huaimin, the Chairman of Yang Corporation and Patriarch of one of Tianhai’s Four Great Clans, stepped out.
Dressed in a suit and with a smile on his face, he approached the group, with a man in a black shirt who bore a solemn expression and dark hands following him. The man had a sharp look between his brows.
"President Musen, Young Master Shijing, welcome to Tianhai," Yang Huaimin said with a smile, looking at the young man and the man in the suit.
His gaze then shifted towards the man in the white robe, a flicker of curiosity crossing his eyes. The man who had followed him also set his sights on the man in the white robe, his pupils narrowing.
"Chairman Yang, you honor us with your personal welcome," the man in the suit responded with a smile towards Yang Huaimin.
"Now then, gentlemen, the hotel is all arranged. Please," Yang Huaimin said, and then the group got into their vehicles, the lavish motorcade slowly leaving the international airport.
In the presidential suite of a five-star hotel in Tianhai, Yang Huaimin and the group made their entrance.
"President Musen, may I inquire who this gentleman is?" Yang Huaimin’s gaze landed on the man in the white robe, unable to hold back his question any longer.
The bearded President Musen glanced at the man in white and said, "Chairman Yang, allow me to introduce my friend, Mr. Tokugawa."
"Mr. Tokugawa, a pleasure to meet you!" Yang Huaimin said to the man in the white robe, who remained cold and silent.
President Musen continued, "Mr. Tokugawa’s visit also involves a favor he wishes to ask of Chairman Yang."
"What does Mr. Tokugawa need my assistance with?" Yang Huaimin asked, intrigued.
"I require twenty girls, eighteen years old, and they must all be virgins," the man in the white robe said, his voice chillingly cold.