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Pig's Feet growled softly, his voice filled with anger and despair. "I want Haohao dead! I want that handsome guy dead! How dare he... how dare he take away my beloved Da Shewan! Damn it, Da Shewan only loved me... used me... beat me, so infatuated with me... and now he's been seduced away by this handsome guy who came out of nowhere... Damn it!"
His voice echoed in the car, mingling with the scent of desire, becoming even more nauseating. As Pig's Feet cursed, his hands moved rapidly, as if trying to vent the anger and jealousy boiling inside him. Each friction seemed to release his inner pain and resentment, his movements growing more frenzied and urgent. Anthon, hearing these words, was shocked; he knew he was in extreme danger.
Pig's Feet's face twisted with intense anger and pleasure, his eyes reflecting madness and hatred. His head twitched uncontrollably, saliva spraying everywhere from his overwhelming excitement, creating a horrifying scene. His hands moved quickly, as if trying to expel all his emotions. With each escalating motion, Pig's Feet's body trembled violently until he finally reached a peak with a suppressed groan.
White liquid splattered onto the steering wheel, and Pig's Feet's breathing became rapid and heavy, his expression still bearing the remnants of unquenched madness and hatred. The car was filled with that familiar yet nauseating scent, mixed with Pig's Feet's low curses echoing around, making Anthon feel a wave of suffocation and fear.
Anthon held his breath in the back seat, struggling to remain calm, but the fear and disgust within him made true calmness impossible. His heartbeat thundered in his ears, each breath becoming increasingly difficult. He knew he had to be careful not to let anyone discover his awareness while also finding a way to protect Haohao.
Pig's Feet's words echoed in Anthon's ears; he understood that the situation was far more complex and dangerous than he had imagined. The pathological relationship between Da Shewan and Pig's Feet, along with Pig's Feet's jealousy and resentment towards Haohao, left Anthon deeply unsettled. He felt the suffocating pressure and knew he had to stay vigilant at all times, ready to respond to anything that might happen.
The atmosphere in the car grew even more oppressive and tense; every second felt like an ordeal. Countless questions and worries flashed through Anthon's mind, but he knew that the only thing he could do now was remain calm and wait for the right moment to protect himself and Haohao. He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself, but the overwhelming scent of desire filling the car and Pig's Feet's low curses made it impossible for him to truly relax.
Anthon’s heart raced as he thought, "Is this some kind of erotic comic plot? This is too ridiculous!" He felt as if he were trapped in an absurd dream; everything seemed unbelievable. Anthon struggled to calm himself down, trying to sort through everything that was happening.
He closed his eyes and recalled how everything had unfolded. Da Shewan had invited Haohao to participate in a YouTube project sponsored by Brother Chao called Southern Buffet. At first, it seemed like just an ordinary collaboration shoot, but now Anthon began to suspect ulterior motives. What were Da Shewan’s true intentions? Was it for exposure and clicks or something else? The most likely possibility was that he wanted to get close to Haohao to satisfy his pathological possessiveness.
Anthon remembered Da Shewan’s words about Haohao; those voices filled with pathological possessiveness echoed incessantly in his ears. Da Shewan had once said, "Haohao, I will have you; I swear by my Pingtung identity." That statement was laden with intense possessiveness and implied threats that sent chills down Anthon’s spine. He understood that Da Shewan’s interest in Haohao was far from a simple collaboration; it was filled with twisted love and possession.
And what about Pig's Feet? As Da Shewan’s assistant, he might also be his secret lover. From Pig's Feet’s earlier words, Anthon sensed deep hostility and jealousy towards Haohao. Pig's Feet discovered Da Shewan’s infatuation with Haohao and felt immense rage; his behavior had clearly spiraled out of control, filled with violent and distorted emotions. Pig's Feet’s low curses and furious actions clearly indicated that he could not accept Da Shewan’s obsession with Haohao, filling him with hatred and animosity.
Anthon struggled to piece everything together; it horrified him. Da Shewan was using this project to get closer to Haohao while Pig's Feet’s hostility towards Haohao could erupt into a real threat at any moment. Anthon realized that both he and Haohao might be in extreme danger. He recalled Pig's Feet’s ferocious face from earlier as the echo of his hateful whisper rang in his ears: "How dare you take away my beloved Da Shewan!"
Anthon's mind was in chaos, filled with fear and unease. He knew he had to stay alert and calm, finding a way to protect himself and Haohao. Taking a deep breath, he tried to clear his thoughts, seeking a method to confront this crisis. The innocence and trust of Haohao stirred a strong protective instinct within him. He could not let Haohao fall into this conspiracy and danger; he had to find a safe way out.
As Pig's Feet's rampage came to an end, the atmosphere in the car seemed to return to normal. The ferocity and anger on Pig's Feet's face faded, replaced by his usual refined demeanor. His gaze was calm and composed, as if the earlier violent behavior had never occurred.
Facing the chaos he had created at the steering wheel, Pig's Feet quietly pulled out a wet wipe from the side and began meticulously cleaning the white residue. His movements were very tranquil, focused on the task at hand, as if this were merely a minor incident in daily life.
Anthon observed everything from the back seat, filled with unease and disgust. Seeing the calmness on Pig's Feet's face sent a chill down his spine. The fact that such brutality could vanish in an instant horrified him.
As Pig's Feet continued to wipe away the residue, Anthon's thoughts churned relentlessly. He suddenly wondered if this car had been contaminated with Pig's Feet and Da Shewan's DNA during their journey. The thought made him feel a wave of intense nausea and revulsion. He began to feel an involuntary itch on his skin, as if those invisible bacteria and residues were crawling over him.
Anthon struggled to suppress his inner disgust and fear, trying to calm himself down. He knew he couldn't act rashly now; he had to remain vigilant and not let anyone discover his alertness. The calm expression on Pig's Feet’s face and his meticulous cleaning created a bizarre contradiction that made Anthon even more uneasy.
The atmosphere inside the car grew unusually heavy and oppressive; each second felt like an eternity of torment for Anthon. His heart raced, filled with countless questions and worries. He knew that he and Haohao were in extreme danger and had to stay alert, ready to respond to anything that might happen.
After wiping off the residue from the steering wheel, Pig's Feet tossed the wet wipe into a trash bag and adjusted the steering wheel position as if everything had returned to normal. He glanced at the rearview mirror, confirming that Da Shewan was still asleep, then calmly turned back to continue driving.
Watching Pig's Feet’s series of actions heightened Anthon’s vigilance. He realized he could not let his guard down; he needed to find an opportune moment to protect himself and Haohao, escaping this terrifying nightmare. Taking another deep breath, he focused on clarifying his thoughts, preparing for any potential upheaval that might arise next.
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