A fleet of luxury cars, led by a Bentley, sliced through the darkness of the suburbs, its headlights piercing the night.

Lincoln SUV, Jiangchuan was sweating from his forehead and kept glancing at the powerful man beside him.

"Grandfather, the person will arrive shortly. Hold on!"

The man leaning back in the chair, with a face sculpted by the hand of God, every feature meticulously crafted to perfection.

At this moment, a blush tinged his handsome features. His long, deep-set eyes shimmered with a hazy, captivating light.

The crimson lips, slightly parted, exuded a heavy, intoxicating aroma.

A black shirt, with a wide open neckline, revealing a large expanse of clearly defined chest.

The rapidly fluctuating heart, signifying his drug potency, had reached its peak.

"Jiangchuan!" Shang Ling's voice was low and restrained, echoing in the carriage.

Jiang Chuan's heart skipped a beat. "Grandpa, hold on! Someone is almost here!"

Before the bodyguard could bring someone clean, a staggering figure appeared in everyone's sight from afar.

The bodyguard, standing outside the car and keeping a watchful eye, raised his handguns in unison. The cold muzzles pointed directly at the figure not far away.

It's getting closer.

It's closer.

Su was stumbling through the grass, not daring to look back or stop.

Suddenly, a cold-faced man appeared before them out of the blue.

"Ah..."

Jiang Chuan exclaimed, "Great! There's someone here!"

Su Fei hadn't even had time to struggle before Jiang Chuan pushed her into the nearby Lincoln SUV.

.

All I could see was blackness, as if my hands couldn't even reach my own fingers.

The air was thick with a potent masculine scent, laced with predatory aggression.

Su fe didn't know what was going on. As her wrist jerked, she was dragged away by a force.

Bang!

His head collided with a solid object, and in that dizzying instant.

Ripppp—

The material is broken.

Shang Lingjue had a frenzied, *crashing* evil fire burning inside him, desperately seeking a way out.

A strange fragrance appeared, and he could no longer contain himself.

Cabin, atmosphere is burning.

The dark valley is in debt.

Su Fei felt herself hovering between life and death, subjected to all sorts of humiliating positions.

Tearing pain, clear and sweeping.

It felt like a century had passed, Zi Yi landed lightly, then heavily on the ground.

He snapped his eyelids shut, unconscious.

……

A fleet of luxury cars, like a ferocious dragon baring its teeth and claws.

Driving at high speed on the road, heading straight for the airport.

On the tarmac, a private jet is already waiting.

Sheng Ling stormed onto the plane, surrounded by his bodyguards.

Capital City.

The imposing Keku Castle sits in a commanding location.

Nestled amidst mountains and beside tranquil waters, the landscape boasts lush greenery, vibrant flowers, and cascading waterfalls atop artificial hills.

Subtly opulent, yet understated elegance reveals an emperor's grace.

The convoy entered the castle, led by a butler in a tailcoat. Servants and gardeners stood in line behind him.

Lincoln came to a smooth halt.

The steward stepped forward, respectfully opening the car door and saying in a courteous voice, “Welcome home, Master!”

The servants and housekeepers, all in unison, bowed politely and greeted: "Welcome home, Master!"

Shang Ling strode in, his gaze unwavering.

A golden and magnificent castle, servants bustling about in an orderly manner, everything they do is to serve the master well.

Shang Ling rushed straight to the bedroom, Jiang Chuan following behind him, his face full of displeasure.

"Grandfather, at the time, things were urgent. For your sake, I could only let that person attend to you."

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