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"Get the hell away from me, you filthy bitch!"
Mo Ming was not a deity. After taking the drug, he immediately felt uncomfortable all over, as if countless ants were crawling inside his body. Even his blood felt abnormally hot, as if it were burning.
"Hmph, go ahead and curse. Soon enough, you'll be begging me. Shura, no man can escape my grasp," Miyu said with a smile, reaching out to caress Mo Ming's face. "Feeling uncomfortable? Do you need me to help you with that discomfort?"
A woman's desire to conquer can drive her to madness. Mo Ming's repeated rejections had deepened the roots of temptation within Miyu, making her increasingly eager to conquer him and have him bow down at her feet.
"Unless you're incompetent, any man who takes my drug cannot withstand the torment of his own body," Miyu whispered in Mo Ming's ear, laughing lightly. "Shura, I know you're not incompetent. Just say it—beg me, and I'll help you."
Even a saint would struggle against the effects of the drug, especially with Miyu's constant teasing. Indeed, after taking the drug, Mo Ming fought against its effects and Miyu's allure, but his mind drifted further away while his body grew restless and unable to resist the torment.
"Get lost!" Mo Ming roared.
Miyu paid no heed; she lowered her head until her face was close to Mo Ming's. The fragrance emanating from her body filled his nostrils, making him even more restless.
"Seeing you in such discomfort makes my heart ache a little. Beg me! Even if you can endure it, in two hours when the drug wears off, you'll die. There's only one way to save you..." Miyu said as she ran her hand down Mo Ming's body.
At this moment, Yamamoto Kyouka should have already walked far away.
"Get your filthy hands off me! How could I let you control me?" After enduring for so long, Mo Ming finally exploded with rage. With all his strength, he easily broke free from the iron shackles.
"Ah!" Miyu exclaimed in surprise.
Mo Ming glared fiercely, his eyes filled with murderous intent. When dealing with an enemy, he had never known the meaning of "cherishing beauty." In an instant after breaking free from the shackles, he reached out and swiftly grabbed Miyu by the neck before she could react.
"How... is this possible?" Miyu's expression turned blank as she was clearly shocked by this sudden turn of events. Mo Ming tightened his grip around her neck.
As a woman, Miyu could never match Mo Ming's strength. Now under the influence of the drug and in an extremely excited state, Mo Ming's power was astonishing. If it weren't for Miyu using her hands to block some of his strength, she would have suffocated immediately.
"You filthy whore! You wanted me to beg you? Now it's your turn to beg me not to kill you! Why do you have to be so dramatic? Don't you know how disgusting you make me feel?" Mo Ming shook his head vigorously, increasing the pressure in his grip until Miyu was on the verge of suffocation.
Due to the drug's effects, Mo Ming's consciousness was fading rapidly. It felt as if a wild beast was trying to break free inside him; he uncontrollably loosened his grip on Miyu just enough for her to catch a breath.
"Hah! Acting high and mighty won't help you. If you don't engage in intimate acts soon, once the drug wears off, you'll die!" Miyu sneered. "Right now, I'm your only hope. Shura, stop resisting and give in."
A loud slap echoed through the room.
Mo Ming swung his hand and struck Miyu, causing her to stumble backward and crash onto the bed behind her. The effects of the drug made his head feel heavy, and the scent emanating from Miyu drove him into a frenzy; he needed to distance himself from her and maintain his composure.
"Mo Ming, you can be a jerk, but you mustn't act like one. You have to hold on, don't give in..."
As Mo Ming's vision blurred, he saw multiple figures of Miyu slowly approaching him.
"Heh heh, Shura, I just need your patience to reach its limit. Beg me, I said, as long as you beg me, I can help you with all your discomfort," Miyu laughed lewdly, resembling a seductress.
At that moment, Mo Ming's eyes showed signs of confusion; this was the final signal that his mental defenses were about to collapse.
"Get lost!" Mo Ming moved swiftly, using all his strength to kick Miyu away. She slammed against the wall with such force that she was knocked unconscious, while Mo Ming staggered backward.
"Slap... slap..."
To stay awake, the only thing Mo Ming could do was slap himself hard across the face. Unfortunately, it had little effect; the drug was too potent. The pain on his face only temporarily slowed the fading of his consciousness.
With a loud bang, the door was kicked open, and a figure rushed in—Yamamoto Kyouka. He quickly scanned the room and charged at Mo Ming with a knife drawn, moving at lightning speed and creating a whistling sound as he swung it.
"Yamamoto Kyouka!" Upon recognizing the intruder, Mo Ming felt a surge of adrenaline. Even in this moment of crisis, he reacted quickly and retreated.
Yamamoto Kyouka remained silent as he swung his knife toward Mo Ming.
Mo Ming dodged swiftly, but his movements were sluggish. Just as he avoided one strike, Yamamoto Kyouka kicked him hard, sending him flying.
"Clang."
Just as Yamamoto Kyouka was about to attack Mo Ming again, another figure darted in from outside. With a flick of his wrist, he threw a flying knife that knocked Yamamoto Kyouka back; the knife embedded itself into the wall with a thud.
"Who are you?" Yamamoto Kyouka assessed the man before him. A voice in his mind warned him that this newcomer was not to be underestimated; however, the ninja outfit obscured his features.
"I don't change my name or my surname. Remember this: I am your grandfather Liufeng. Yamamoto Kyouka, you're supposed to be someone of stature. How dare you take advantage of my boss's weakened state? Aren't you afraid people will laugh at you if this gets out?"
The suddenly appearing ninja was none other than Hunter Liufeng. He had infiltrated the area for over a day, secretly gathering information on Mo Ming's location. Just as he had pinpointed Mo Ming's whereabouts and was about to take action to rescue him, he discovered that Yamamoto Kyouka was about to strike.
Mo Ming forced a smile and said, "Liufeng, you really arrived just in time. Could you have come a little later?"
"Oh?" Yamamoto Kyouka frowned and replied, "I never expected to have the honor of meeting the second-ranked Hunter in the assassin world today. Hmph, since you're here, you might as well die with him. I want to see whether your flying knives are faster or my blade."
Liufeng smiled slightly, pulling out three flying knives from his waist. His eyes glinted like a snake's, aimed directly at the unconscious Miyu nearby. "You can try to see whether you can kill me faster or I can kill your master faster. If you don't mind, go ahead."
Yamamoto Kyouka glanced at Miyu and hesitated. The Hunter's flying knives were world-renowned; even moving targets could hardly escape them, let alone an unconscious Miyu.
Just as Yamamoto Kyouka was indecisive, Liufeng smirked and said, "What's wrong? Are you scared?"
"Why would I be scared?" A glint of murderous intent flashed in Yamamoto Kyouka's eyes as he moved slightly.
Suddenly, Shizuka Domoto's voice came from outside: "Yamamoto Kyouka, it's bad! We've been ambushed! Quickly escort the lady out of here; our people are about to be overwhelmed!" Following that, a frantic Shizuka Domoto rushed in.
Upon hearing this, Yamamoto Kyouka's expression changed in shock. He had already guessed that Liufeng's appearance meant their location had been compromised.
When Shizuka Domoto saw the situation inside the room, he immediately drew his sword and aimed it at Liufeng, frowning as he asked, "What happened here? What’s wrong with the lady? Why is she lying on the ground?"
"You're just in time; let me give you a little gift!" Liufeng's smile widened as he threw a knife at Shizuka Domoto. The flying knife shot away from Liufeng's control like a meteor towards Shizuka Domoto, who was momentarily stunned and unable to react.
Fortunately, Yamamoto Kyouka reacted quickly enough and swung his blade to block the three flying knives aimed at Shizuka Domoto. There was a loud clanging sound as the iron struck together, and Liufeng's knives fell to the ground.
"Now is not the time for explanations. Take the lady and leave here; I'll hold them off!" Yamamoto Kyouka urged Shizuka Domoto to retreat towards Miyu.
Shizuka Domoto snapped back to reality and recognized the urgency of the situation. Without hesitation, he picked up Miyu and said, "Yamamoto Kyouka, don’t linger; hurry up and follow us! The lady still needs your protection!"
"Got it, stop nagging!" Yamamoto Kyouka replied impatiently.
Shizuka Domoto wasted no more time and quickly left the room with Miyu in his arms.
"Hmph, I don't have time to play with you today. If I get the chance, I will personally take your life. Just wait for it, Asura and Hunter; I will kill you with my own hands," Yamamoto Kyouka thought as he saw Shizuka Domoto safely retreating with Miyu and hurriedly ran towards the door.
Liufeng swung his arm, and three knives shot out explosively, his figure closely following.
"Hmph, I don't have time to play with you!" Yamamoto Kyouka rapidly swung the Katana in her hand, deflecting the three flying knives that came at her, and did not engage Liufeng, instead heading straight towards Shizuka Domoto.
Liufeng turned back and said to Mo Ming: "Boss, the lions are coming soon. You stay here; I'll go after them!"
"Uh..." Mo Ming was not in a good state at the moment; the effects of the drug were truly terrifying. The beast that had been imprisoned for so long was about to break free from its restraints. He had no mind to chase anyone and hastily brushed off Liufeng's words.
Without thinking much, Liufeng immediately chased after.
"Ah, damn it, I can't take it anymore!" Seeing everyone had left, Mo Ming tore off his clothes; it was just too hot, and he felt like he was on fire, suffering unbearably.
Footsteps came again from outside the door.
"Mo Ming, are you really in here... Ah, what happened to you? Why aren't you wearing any clothes?" Jun Qianqian appeared at the door. When she saw Mo Ming in the room, she found it very strange because she could tell from his eyes that something was off. When she saw Mo Ming bare-chested, her cheeks instantly flushed red.
At this moment, Mo Ming had lost all sense of restraint; the drug had completely broken down his mental defenses. Upon hearing Jun Qianqian's soft voice and seeing her delicate appearance through his dazed eyes, he immediately rushed over…
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