Losing Shen Weiwei, coupled with the purple mark on my wrist, weighed heavily on my heart, yet I was helpless.
After that, I returned to the Black Street and accepted several bounties again. This time, without any surprises, I completed the bounties in less than a day and obtained a new identity.
From then on, apart from the purple mark on my wrist causing me some unease, everything went very smoothly…
A martial arts dojo was booked out.
Although the Luo family seemed somewhat declining now, even being firmly suppressed by its former branch family, the Luo family, and showing signs of falling out of the ranks of conglomerates, it was still one of the most prestigious families in Shanghai, with astonishing power.
Moreover, Luo Xuetang, the young lady recruiting bodyguards, was an absolute beauty…
And seemingly unmarried, how could this not stir up a group of young martial artists? Thus, on this day, over a hundred people came from all over to participate in the Luo family's selection.
However, the vast majority of them were at the Ming Jin level or even lower, unable to even pass the initial "hand-to-hand" hurdle. They could only retreat with groans, glaring at those who were allowed in with intense envy.
The hand-to-hand exchange was extremely simple. The two martial artists linked their wrists, their internal energy clashing like in a tug-of-war. If the difference in strength was too great, one side, too weak, would be quickly pushed away, and in severe cases, even paralyzed.
"Ah!"
A composed middle-aged man stood at the doorway, extending a hand to join the wrists of a young man in front of him. The young man, a fawning smile on his face, was about to say something when he suddenly screamed in agony. His entire hand turned bright red and trembled violently.
My eyes narrowed slightly; I recognized the man's technique—it was Hua Jin (Transformation Energy).
Wasn't Luo Xuetang supposed to need a bodyguard? Why was a Hua Jin master merely standing at the door?
"Next."
I took a deep breath, stepped forward, and extended my hand to him. The middle-aged man was initially somewhat nonchalant, but the moment my hand touched him, a sharp, piercing aura surged up, invading my arm.
"Rain Cloak."
I silently assessed the situation. The first level of the Transformation Realm is called Rain Cloak, which allows one to drape raindrops over the body. Advanced practitioners can remain almost completely dry, relying on a continuous, powerful outward release of internal energy, like leaves rustling before a breeze arises. This level of Transformation Realm, penetrating the body, could shatter a person's meridians, tendons, and even bones in the blink of an eye.
Recalling what had just happened, the middle-aged man had only made the young man's arm turn red, causing him to grimace and scream, without any visible bloodstains. This indicated that his control was considerable; he was at least a master of Rain Cloak.
Two hands rested silently together. The middle-aged man, initially nonchalant, gradually became serious, his eyes widening. After a long while… I politely withdrew my hand and walked into the room.
The few martial artists behind me who hadn't yet sparred looked at each other, only able to mutter, "Could they be from the same sect? But even if they are, this cheating is too obvious."
However, these words immediately failed to elicit a sharp look from the middle-aged man. A slight sweat appeared on his forehead. He loosely clenched his fist; the feeling of an immense force twisting from his fingertips to his forearm, rendering him completely immobile, or else his tendons and bones would break—involuntarily reminded him of the first time his ancestor sparred with him when he was a teenager.
And his ancestor was a supreme master in the realm of Transformation Force, a Grandmaster.
******
Up in the arena, in the VIP box used for watching the referees, the glass had been replaced with opaque glass.
Luo Shaowen, chairman of the Luoshen Group, wearing a wide robe and holding a glass of red wine, was looking at a dozen or so young martial artists below through the glass.
Below him, a black-haired woman in a neat little suit, her pencil skirt almost bursting open, was kneeling. She was intently sucking on Luo Shaowen's thick, engorged penis, which was exposed by the opening of his robe. Her rosy lips would sometimes protrude slightly, tightly gripping and manipulating his penis, and at other times her cheeks would hollow out, her tongue, glistening with saliva, constantly cleaning every inch of his penis.
"Sizzle...sizzle...tsk sizzle..."
Luo Shaowen swirled his wine glass, the crimson liquid rippling with a jewel-like luster. He spoke calmly, "Luo Qin, open your mouth."
The black-haired beauty, Luo Xuetang's secretary, obediently propped herself up on Luo Shaowen's two thick thighs, tilting her head back quite a distance before releasing his wet, erect penis with a soft "sizzle." Then, she tilted her head back and opened her rosy lips, her tender tongue trembling, seemingly still emitting a trace of steam.
Luo Shaowen poured the wine into his glass, letting the crimson liquid flow in a thin stream into Luo Qin's mouth…
The beauty's red lips remained tightly closed, her almond cheeks slightly protruding, locking the wine within her mouth. Then, her red lips gently parted and slowly widened, gradually taking in the steaming glans. Inevitably, the red wine dripped from the corners of her mouth, down her beautifully shaped jawline, and onto her firm breasts.
Her snowy neck moved slightly, this time without any obvious sucking sounds. The wine dripped onto her scrotum along with the base of his penis. Luo Qin tilted her head back and let out a soft "hmm." After her snowy neck moved slightly, a long, slender shape slowly bulged out, her red lips full, her small head almost completely submerged in Luo Shaowen's dark bush.
Meanwhile, she continued to move her throat, swallowing the remaining wine and saliva in her mouth. Her throat clenched around his penis, and even the small mound of tender flesh at the entrance of her throat rubbed against it. Lubricated by the wine, her moist, tight throat was no less pleasurable than a virgin's vagina, giving Luo Shaowen the ultimate pleasure.
He closed his eyes, his large hand caressing the back of Luo Qin's cascading black hair, his fingers digging into it, ruffling the strands. His hips began to move in and out with small movements. A moment later…
He gently tugged at the back of Luo Qin's head, causing her head to retreat little by little. During this process, he let out a few muffled groans of pleasure. When his thick penis was withdrawn from the beauty's mouth, it was already filled with a stream of thick semen.
Luo Qin's pretty face flushed slightly, her hair disheveled, and she breathed softly. She closed her bright red lips, raised her head like a tamed animal, her watery eyes gazing at her master. Her slender, snowy neck twitched a few more times…
Her small mouth was now empty.
Luo Shaowen patted Luo Qin's head, satisfied. "It seems my niece has been taught quite well."
Luo Qin, her beautiful eyes hazy, kissed the swollen, fleshy glans, panting slightly. "The chairman deliberately let me see so many times… isn't it so that Qin'er can sometimes replace Sister Xuetang?"
Luo Shaowen said, "Little Qin'er, your aptitude is also quite good. Shaoheng really gave me a fine daughter."
Luo Qin's true identity was actually Luo Shaoheng's illegitimate daughter, therefore, in private, she called Luo Xuetang "Sister Xuetang."
"However, it's a pity... you can't replace my dear niece."