The moonlight was faint, and the lake shimmered like a mirror, reflecting the silhouettes of fish swimming within even from the lakeshore in the vast darkness of the night.
A Mercedes-Benz SLC was parked in front of a stone monument by the lake, followed by a red Audi sports car that drove up slowly.
In front of the Mercedes, a middle-aged man leaned against the car with his arms open, laughing loudly, "Alliance Hierarch Bai, welcome to grace us with your presence."
It was then possible to see Yang Dingfeng’s appearance clearly. His face was gaunt, his eyes slightly sunken, which under the night’s light seemed somewhat sinister. Such a frail-looking man did not appear to be the leader of the South Sea Alliance.
But precisely because of Yang Dingfeng’s cunning and lecherous behavior, he had earned a nickname in the Moon City underworld: Skinny Jackal.
’Skinny’ referred to Yang Dingfeng’s physique, while ’Jackal’ alluded to his sinister and crafty nature, not the type of person easy to get along with. When he went mad, he was like a rabid dog, which made most people reluctant to provoke him.
Bai Jingjing’s expression was somewhat unpleasant, with Meng Wei standing protectively by her side, ready to act at any moment.
However, at that moment, the racing driver got out of the Mercedes, staring at Meng Wei with a sneer and clenching his fist suggestively, his intentions toward Meng Wei clear.
This man was not only a racing driver but also one of Yang Dingfeng’s enforcers.
"Alliance Hierarch Bai, I won the race," Yang Dingfeng said with a smile, his eyes roving over Bai Jingjing.
Bai Jingjing, dressed in a cheongsam that evening, favored wearing them as she felt they accentuated her lovely figure. However, at that moment, the look in Yang Dingfeng’s eyes was like a knife, making Bai Jingjing feel uncomfortable all over.
Bai Jingjing frowned and said coldly, "I know you won. I’ll give you the two million."
Yang Dingfeng smiled and said, "Alliance Hierarch Bai, you misunderstand. I, Yang Dingfeng, like money, but I’m not short of two million. According to the rules of our bet, we should spend tonight alone. What do you think..."
Bai Jingjing’s face turned cold, "That’s impossible!"
Yang Dingfeng was unfazed and said lightly, "Alliance Hierarch Bai, are you intending to go back on your word? Fortunately, I came prepared." With that, he pulled out a recording pen and played it.
Their conversation began to play.
Bai Jingjing’s expression instantly darkened as she said coldly, "Yang Dingfeng, are you playing dirty with me?"
Yang Dingfeng laughed heartily, "I, Yang Dingfeng, always play dirty, Alliance Hierarch Bai. You should know this. If you don’t honor your promise, I can assure you that by tomorrow the contents of this recording pen will spread throughout Moon City. Believe it or not."
Meng Wei, beside Bai Jingjing, moved toward Yang Dingfeng without a word, anger in his stride.
But Yang Dingfeng did not care; he snapped his fingers, and the racing driver advanced toward Meng Wei with a cold smirk still on his lips.
The two quickly clashed, and as soon as they exchanged blows, Meng Wei’s expression darkened—he realized that the racing driver was stronger than him! Meng Wei was at Human Level 3, but this racing driver was at Human Level 4!
Meng Wei frowned, his face becoming grave, but he would not retreat.
Yang Dingfeng paid no attention to the fight between his subordinates and walked towards Bai Jingjing, approaching her.
Yang Dingfeng reached out to caress Bai Jingjing’s chin, attempting to provoke her, but Bai Jingjing stepped back, putting distance between them.
"Yang Dingfeng, do you realize that by doing this, you’re bringing our two alliances to battle?" Bai Jingjing said coldly.
"But Alliance Hierarch Bai, what about not keeping your word? How do you explain that?" Yang Dingfeng chuckled.
"Spending the night alone was just a condition, the two million can offset it, we made it very clear," Bai Jingjing snapped back. "Yang Dingfeng, you only recorded the first part; how conniving. I won’t let you get away with this."
Yang Dingfeng chuckled, "Tsk tsk, Alliance Hierarch Bai, do you know how good you look when you’re angry? It’s so irresistible, it makes me want to conquer you right here, right now! The thought of fighting it out in the wild is just so f*cking thrilling!"
When a man’s hormones secrete too fast, even the smartest can be driven by instinct. At that moment, Yang Dingfeng couldn’t be bothered to think. He suddenly felt doing it in the wild wasn’t a bad idea and moved towards Bai Jingjing once more.
Meng Wei remained silent, charging towards that direction, but the race car driver intercepted Meng Wei with a cold laugh, "Your opponent is me."
Two intense high beams lit up, painfully glaring in the dark night. Aside from Yang Dingfeng and Bai Jingjing, a third party appeared.
The high beams approached, and as a silver sedan stopped in front of Yang Dingfeng, he finally recognized the car.
Then, Yang Dingfeng saw a woman walking towards him.
Yang Dingfeng’s eyes lit up instantly.
"This woman has style, tsk tsk, look at those thighs, and that chest at the neckline, I wonder what it would feel like to grab with both hands..."
Yang Dingfeng’s eyes shone brightly, like a wolf spotting delicious prey.
Fang Yuying wore a mocking smile, "Handsome, wanna have some fun? One hundred bucks for a whole night, you can have me as many times as you want."
The previously lecherous Yang Dingfeng’s expression changed drastically, sensing danger, and he quickly retreated.
Fang Yuying casually grabbed him by the collar, dragging him like a small chicken to his Mercedes sports car, then Fang Yuying proceeded to press Yang Dingfeng’s face against the hard body of the car.
With a loud bang, the sound was shocking!
The race car driver saw this and was greatly startled, rushing over in haste, but this time, Meng Wei swiftly sidestepped to block his way. Meng Wei sneered, "If you want to get past, get through me first."
Despite being a man of few words, this didn’t mean Meng Wei was easy to bully.
Now it was the race car driver’s turn to be enraged. Although his Martial Arts level was one higher than Meng Wei’s, Meng Wei could still manage to hold him back for a while.
On the other side, without the race car driver’s support, Yang Dingfeng was having a hard time.
"One hundred bucks for a night, how many times do you want, say it!" While speaking, Fang Yuying kept smashing Yang Dingfeng’s face against the body of the Mercedes sports car, but still controlled her strength.
But this was not because Fang Yuying was showing mercy; she felt that killing him too soon would take the fun away.
"I... I am... the Alliance Hierarch of the South Sea Alliance! You... you damn woman," he said.
Fang Yuying’s response was simple, with no expression, she pressed down on Yang Dingfeng’s head, letting his face collide with the car body again.
Bai Jingjing watched this violent scene somewhat dazzled, not because she was frightened, but shocked. Who was this woman? Her way of doing things, why did it resemble someone she knew?
As Bai Jingjing was lost in thought, a hand suddenly rested on Bai Jingjing’s shoulder.
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