Then, Tang Lan-Yan's gaze shifted past Qin Yan toward the distance; beyond the high perimeter wall stood a towering skyscraper that had no business being there.
At that moment, Li Dong—whose thoughts were entirely with Tang Lan-Yan—followed her gaze and studied the towering structure closely. It wasn't that he hadn't noticed the building before, but amidst the barrage of shocks he had experienced since entering Black Street, he hadn't taken the time to examine it properly.
Now, a careful look made his body tense up instantly, for the building's silhouette was all too familiar to him: it was the Luo Corporation Tower.
A wave of intense bewilderment washed over Li Dong. He could not fathom why the Luo Corporation Tower—a building that ought to be located on the Bund in Shen City—was standing here. Could someone actually have the power to move an entire skyscraper to this location? However, the tropical-like jungle he currently found himself in had already taught him that this place defied conventional logic; thus, what truly shook him to the core was the implication behind the existence of this building.
Could it be that the mastermind he had been desperately hunting down was right here, within arm's reach?
Just as Li Dong's thoughts were in turmoil, Qin Yan—seemingly enraged by Tang Lanyan's words—sneered viciously, "So what? Does becoming some so-called 'ally of justice' mean you get to fuck her?"
"And do you know what I was doing before I came here?"
"I was fucking Zhao Zhiran—just because I felt like it. Heh heh, look at this cock of mine; I only just pulled it out of your sister's tight, tender pussy."
Li Dong's heart shuddered. Hearing Sister Zhiran's name confirmed that she, too, was in the mastermind's clutches; amidst his relief, he was deeply shaken by the implications of Qin Yan's words.
He couldn't help but fix his gaze on Qin Yan's member, and sure enough, he saw a faint trace of white fluid clinging to it...
Had it really just been thrusting in and out of Sister Zhiran's intimate depths?
Qin Yan continued to close in on Tang Lanyan, then suddenly raised his hand to reveal an object he had been clutching all along: a syringe filled with deep crimson blood. Unlike ordinary syringes, the needle was as translucent and lustrous as jade—gleaming, snow-white, and clear.
Li Dong felt a jolt run through him. Upon seeing the syringe, his heart skipped a beat; he felt a strange, visceral connection—a sense of shared blood—accompanied by a sudden, inexplicable wave of sorrow. As the syringe was revealed, Sister Lan Yan's slender waist shuddered; her lithe, alluring body seemed to lose all structural support, going almost completely limp.
Directly behind her lay an overturned tank; one track rested on the ground while the other pointed skyward. The armored steel bore a small, delicate indentation—the distinct imprint of five slightly curled toes.
Her softening body slumped against the tank; her rounded buttocks pressed against the edge of the turret, and she leaned back, arching her slender waist. Her flawless, toned physique curved like a bridge of jade, her back arched tautly like a drawn bow—a curve of breathtaking perfection.
Her thighs—elegant and fluid in line, radiating both strength and femininity—were now clamped tightly together, trembling incessantly. Her ample, perky breasts—full and rounded—heaved rapidly, their erect nipples making them appear even more prominent and sharply defined.
The raised, spiral-textured areolas and petite, pointed nipples stood firm atop her melon-like breasts; a single bead of sweat clung to the tip, swaying gently—a sight charged with intense eroticism.
"Haa... ha... mmm..."
Sister Lan Yan's cheeks were flushed, and she panted heavily; the sharpness in her beautiful eyes had vanished as she struggled to ask, "What is this?"
"Do you really not know what that is?"
She gazed at the syringe, her long eyelashes drooping and her eyes glistening with moisture. Instinctively, she caressed her flat, smooth abdomen, as if every ounce of strength had been drained from her body. Qin Yan moved closer; Sister Lan Yan seemed unable to resist as he unceremoniously grasped one of her rosy, erect nipples. Her areolae were raised like small mounds—smooth, sleek, and possessing a translucent, amber-like quality tinged with a lovely cherry-pink hue.
The delicate areolae were perfectly smooth, free of any bumps, and roughly the size of a circle formed by the thumb and index finger; the nipples themselves were tiny, like budding flowers. They stood in striking contrast to the massive, round, and firm breasts—which seemed to defy gravity—looking much like the stinger at the tip of a queen bee's abdomen.
At this moment, Qin Yan's fingers were stretching that small, rosy nipple—making it look like a piece of translucent crimson jade—while the areola was pulled out into a shape resembling a pointed bamboo shoot. As the massive breast was elongated, the flesh at the base swelled outward; the contrast between the breast tissue and the ribcage, along with the firm muscles connecting to the shoulder and armpit, seemed to engage in a tug-of-war against the strength of his fingers.
The entire breast was pulled into a distinct, suspended teardrop shape. It was perfectly round, with the upper and lower curves appearing equally full and plump. Beneath the snow-white, almost translucent skin, faint blue veins were visible. There was absolutely no sagging, vividly showcasing the unparalleled physical vitality of this warrior queen.
"Oh, wow..." Qin Yan was mesmerized by the beautiful sight before him, instinctively holding his breath as he savored the exquisite tactile sensation—a blend of softness, fullness, and elasticity. When he suddenly released his grip, the massive breast bounced downward, then sprang back up with a lively, energetic motion. The sound of the full, rounded breasts colliding with the sternum was a mix of dull thuds and crisp slaps; droplets of fragrant sweat flew into the air as the left breast struck the right. The massive, melon-like mounds bounced apart and crashed back together, rising and falling in a mesmerizing dance that miraculously blended heavy voluptuousness with soft suppleness—at once as tender and smooth as if milk permeated every cell, yet firm and round as if supported by invisible, giant hands.
Even amidst the violent swaying, they tenaciously held their shape; anchored by their bases and underlying muscles, they heaved and surged in a spectacular, dizzying display.
Suddenly—seizing the moment Qin Yan was momentarily distracted—Tang Lanyan struck. She thrust her firm, rounded buttocks backward, while her slender waist snapped upward like a fully drawn bow. One long, shapely, snow-white leg hooked sharply toward the small of Qin Yan's back; simultaneously, her fair, jade-like arms shot out to the sides—her right hand reaching for the nape of his neck, while her left went straight for the syringe filled with crimson blood in his hand.
Her movements were precise and lightning-fast—a stark contrast to the helpless, submissive demeanor she had feigned just moments before.
"Ah...!"
But the very next second, a stifled cry of shock escaped Tang Lanyan's lips. Her alluring, snow-white body shuddered violently as if struck by an electric shock; beneath her taut, smooth skin, her shapely muscles rippled and spasmed uncontrollably. Her body instantly arched backward, yet her long, shapely legs remained hooked around Qin Yan's lower back, pulling him along as they slammed against the tank's armor. Her ample breasts were crushed between their chests, spilling out in soft, voluptuous mounds that compressed into full, resilient semi-circles; as their bodies ground together, that tender, fair flesh—squeezed, overflowing, and quivering—seemed to put up a desperate, all-out resistance against the intruder.
The entire sequence unfolded in a flash—a movement of lightning speed—yet Li Dong, with his keen eyesight, managed to discern exactly what had transpired.
Sister Lan Yan had nearly succeeded in subduing Qin Yan; her hand had already reached the syringe. However, during the struggle, Qin Yan pushed the back of the syringe, causing a bead of blood—crimson as a gemstone—to emerge from the bone-like needle tip.
The droplet landed squarely on Sister Lan Yan; her body instantly went rigid, her strength drained away, and she lost all ability to resist.
Meanwhile, clutching the syringe, Qin Yan slowly brought it toward Tang Lan Yan's slender, snow-white neck.