Just then, several men dressed in black and wearing masks looked at him.
They whispered to each other, spoke into walkie-talkies, and then tried to push their way through the crowd.
Li Dong frowned. A fight seemed inevitable here.
Just as he was thinking this, a beautiful young woman, wearing only a light purple bikini with laces and a half-face mask adorned with embroidered silk, approached him. She was just finishing a passionate kiss with another man.
Her shapely breasts, not too large but firm and perky, pressed against his body, warm and smooth, carrying a strangely familiar fragrance.
"Put it on."
Below the butterfly mask, her fair cheeks, slightly chubby, and her chin, delicate and rounded like a peeled egg, were visible.
A pair of slender, jade-like hands placed the half-face mask adorned with eagle feathers onto his face.
Her soft breasts rubbed against his chest; the bikini top was exceptionally small, two tiny triangles cradling her nipples, even revealing a hint of pink.
During the rubbing, the small piece of fabric on her left breast slipped off, instantly exposing her delicate, pale pink areola and pointed nipple.
The girl, seemingly unconcerned, pulled the fabric back up to cover her rosy nipple, took his hand, and chuckled, "Let's go."
Li Dong silently followed her lead, weaving through the crowd.
Unlike when he wasn't wearing a mask, men and women gathered around, laughing and flirting.
Reaching the railing, Li Dong suddenly spoke, "Shen Weiwei, what are you doing?"
The girl, or rather Shen Weiwei, smiled slightly, "I want you to keep me company, at least until we finish watching that courtesan performance."
Li Dong frowned. Although he didn't know why she had to appear at this time, or what courtesan performance, he didn't have the time. Finding Xue Tang was the most important thing right now.
He tried to break free from Shen Weiwei's hand, but he immediately noticed a faint purple mark spreading from their hands to his wrist.
He circulated his true energy, and a faint golden light emanated from his wrist, fading the purple mark, but it remained on his fingers.
Li Dong looked at Shen Weiwei, somewhat helpless. Under normal circumstances, he could unleash Lv4 power, which was enough to overpower Shen Weiwei.
If he unleashed the power of a Martial God, it would alert her, and might even injure ordinary people nearby.
Moreover, he didn't want to harm the girl he had accidentally hurt before.
Noticing the golden light disappear, Shen Weiwei smiled sweetly, then suddenly tiptoed and kissed him. Li Dong didn't open his mouth.
The girl didn't force him, but instead pressed him down onto the chair next to her. These chairs were specially designed; the seats were wide, and the armrests were unusually long.
Their purpose was being demonstrated by another couple not far away:
The two were tightly embracing, their exposed white breasts pressed against the man's bare chest. Their legs were bent over the wide chair, their lace panties simply pulled down to their white buttocks, their light brown, moist labia enveloping a penis, which was moving up and down.
Shen Weiwei smiled and squatted down, then with a slight pull from behind, her tiny bikini top came undone, revealing a pair of pert, snow-white breasts facing his face.
Unlike the delicate, pointed breasts of a young girl, Shen Weiwei's buttocks were almost perfectly rounded peaches, appearing even more voluptuous and plump against her slender waist, perfectly round and perky.
Shen Weiwei reached down with one hand, parting the small piece of cloth covering her camel-toe-like labia, revealing her tender, white vulva covered in sparse, light downy hair.
Her small hand then pulled down Li Dong's pants, but his penis was still small. Shen Weiwei's soft hand gently stroked it, but it didn't seem to grow much larger.
Li Dong's mind was still focused on his fiancée. Even though he felt guilty towards the girl, he had no other interest in penises.
Shen Weiwei supported his semi-erect penis, her wet, slippery labia sliding back and forth against it.
"Shen Weiwei, give up," Li Dong said calmly, but the girl let out a soft laugh, her small hand pulling out a hard, sticky penis covered in her own juices from under her buttocks.
Li Dong felt slightly embarrassed, but the girl's delicate labia, like fish lips, twitched and swayed, sliding across his penis, coated with sticky love juice.
Unconsciously, he had already become erect.
Just as the girl's small hand grasped his stiff penis, about to aim it at her entrance, Li Dong suddenly stood up.
In this position, Shen Weiwei was like a little white lamb clinging to Li Dong, his erect penis suddenly penetrating her tight entrance and entering her warm, moist vagina!
The girl suddenly cried out, her legs wrapping around his waist like snakes, her tender toes curling tightly…
A tear of joy flashed in the corner of the girl's eye, for this was his second time penetrating her since he had lost his virginity years ago…
But what Li Dong saw was something else entirely: a conspicuously tattooed bald head emerged from the crowd.
He had checked all the surveillance footage. Although surveillance equipment was very advanced these days, it was still difficult to catch a fleeting face from a distance.
However, a clear distinguishing feature made all the difference.
That was one of the men who kidnapped Xue Tang!
He chased after him, a naked, lamb-like girl's body draped over his arm. Her smooth, snow-white, round buttocks, as smooth and tender as a peeled egg, were particularly eye-catching.
The bald, tattooed man felt an unquenchable lust coursing through his body, his penis painfully hard. He had finally managed to seize an opportunity to fuck that exquisite, tender hole.
But the unprecedented softness and exquisite grip almost made him ejaculate in embarrassment.
Before he could regain his virility, the big boss sent people, and his penis naturally had to leave the wet, tender honey hole… The worst part was that after that brief moment of pleasure, his penis was almost numb to the sensations of other women.
They all felt like shoes that had been worn out, and even with the penis inside, there was no thrilling, tingling sensation. It was like a poor boy who had suddenly tasted a sumptuous feast and could no longer stomach simple food!
Sigh, it seems all he can do is hope…
Suddenly, the bald, tattooed man felt a fragrant breeze waft from his side. His eyes fell upon two plump, smooth, snow-white buttocks, each with a penis inserted, moving in and out with each step.
The swollen openings rubbed together, releasing a trickle of white fluid. The pink anus contracted and relaxed, as if responding to the girl's tilted head back, her moans of ecstatic ecstasy!
What's going on!?
When he was nearly knocked unconscious by the impact of the large buttocks, the only consolation for the bald man was that the penis inside the anus was much smaller than his own.
Amidst the revelry, this little incident went unnoticed. Passersby seemed to be blinded by an invisible hand, including the patrolling men in black, showing no sign of anything amiss.
Upon closer inspection, their eyes… all held a faint hint of purple.
Li Dong, carrying the bald man, took him to a corner and shook him twice to wake him.
"Where's Xue Tang?"
The bald man, still groggy, glanced at the snow-white body of the young girl clinging to him like an octopus. Her large, soft buttocks, which had just knocked him unconscious, felt delicate and supple, with a few drops of her own fluid still clinging to his face, their scent pungent and erotic.
Only slightly less alluring than the beauty he had been licking all the way.
"Snowy buttocks? They're right there on you!"
Li Dong showed no mercy, grabbing the bald man by the neck, his fingertips releasing bursts of Yang energy that flowed into the man's body.
The originally gentle and warm Yang energy, fueled by its owner's emotions, blazed intensely, like thousands of red-hot wires piercing into the bald man's entire body!
"Ahhh... Ugh!"
The bald man convulsed violently, the sensation like being pierced through by a steel wool brush, a burning sensation unbearable for anyone, only able to scream in agony.
But the moment he cried out, something in his throat seemed to be sealed off, like a duck being strangled, rendering him unable to utter another sound, forced to endure the excruciating pain that ravaged his body.
After silently counting to ten in his mind, Li Dong slowly withdrew his hand.
As a former special agent, interrogation was an essential skill, and given the characteristics of supernatural powers, each person possessed a unique interrogation method.
For Li Dong, precisely controlling the entry of Yang energy into his body—whether it was harmless or like needles churning—was entirely within his control.
The excruciating pain was something a normal person could only endure for about ten seconds; any longer would negatively impact the interrogation.
"Where is the beautiful woman you captured?"
The bald man, his body flushed and convulsing, his eyes gleaming, stammered, "The… the courtesan… the big boss made her… the courtesan for today."
"The courtesan?"