Tang Bing left the villa overnight and began searching for his subordinates. Some of his longtime followers were taken to a crematorium.
"You've been with me for five or six years. I've treated you well. Why did you betray me?" Tang Bing held a machete, his eyes fierce. The incinerator behind him was already revving, and he had even prepared a retreat.
"Young Master Bing, have you misunderstood something?" a forty-year-old man asked with a hint of confusion, not understanding what Tang Bing was thinking.
Slap! Tang Bing slapped the middle-aged man fiercely, sending him flying. "Xie Sha! Three years ago, in the Yokohama mountains, I asked you to take care of it. What did you do? Sell my information to that jerk Tang Wu?"
"I didn't, Young Master Bing!" Xie Sha fell to the ground. Watching Tang Bing approach with the machete, he backed away in fear, appearing utterly embarrassed.
"Still saying it wasn't you! Tell me how much you've leaked, and where's the evidence? If you don't, I'll sell your whole family into prostitution. Fuck your mother, make her a prostitute. Tell me, and I'll let them go." Tang Bing was clearly desperate, his expression piercing with ferocity.
A large-scale purge of his subordinates would undoubtedly cause unrest, but it would ensure he was surrounded by his own people.
Not everyone has a system like Zhao An's, knowing with a single thought whether someone is one of his own, whether they harbor ill will, and whether they're friend or foe.
When he doesn't know, he'd rather kill the wrong person than let them go. He'd kill them first, and if they weren't, he'd compensate them later.
A bloody storm erupted in the city, but Zhao An remained unperturbed.
Instead of returning home, he returned to his apartment, where his female bodyguard took Yu Qing back.
Upon entering, I saw a beautiful woman with dyed blond hair sitting on the sofa, watching TV and eating sunflower seeds. Her delicate toes were white and tender, painted with vibrant red nail polish, announcing to everyone that she was a slut!
"Xiao An? You're here! Mom, Zhao An is here." My cousin Liu Xiaojun stood up from the sofa and walked over to him, saying, "Cousin, come over here. I'll make you a cup of tea." Her tone was somewhat warm.
My aunt, Chen Huishu, emerged from her room. Her eyes lit up when she saw Zhao An. "Xiao An, you're here!"
Chen Huishu's first thought upon seeing her nephew was delight. After all, besides being his nephew, he was also her man. She hadn't seen him in almost two weeks, so it would be a lie to say she didn't miss him.
Zhao An embraced my aunt without hesitation and gave her a passionate kiss, not caring at all about the twitching of my cousin's lips. After all, not everyone would be happy to see their mother being molested by a man other than their father.
A wet kiss left my aunt moistened. Her beautiful eyes were moist, and she could feel herself getting wet, eager for a man to enter her. "Xiao An!" she said in a coquettish voice, alluring and alluring.
"I'll take care of you later." Zhao An put his arm around my aunt's plump waist and sat down. There was something special about a voluptuous woman; holding her was so warm.
"This woman will stay here temporarily. I'll arrange for her to stay somewhere else later. I've fucked her before, so I'll give her a room anywhere." Zhao An patted my aunt's plump buttocks and gave them a firm grip.
My aunt nodded coquettishly, "I understand. I'll make the arrangements. Xiaojun, talk to your cousin."
My aunt helped Yu Qing into a bedroom. My cousin said a little sheepishly, "Cousin, I'm sorry for what happened before. I was a little unreasonable. I'm really happy for your excellent results now."
Looking at my cousin, who seemed to be reciting a script, it was obvious that she had memorized it beforehand and only said it when I arrived, as if she had prepared it all along.
"Can I hug you?" Zhao An said, arms wide open, a hint of playfulness on his face.
My cousin looked a little embarrassed, but she leaned over to embrace Zhao An. She might have to sacrifice her innocence in exchange for his support; this was an unspoken rule. My cousin had thought she would never be sexually exploited, but she hadn't expected to encounter such a thing again. And the person doing it was her cousin, her relative. The thought made her shudder. Wasn't this incest?
One could argue that the aunt only held a nominal position, with no actual blood relationship. But she was different. She was related to Zhao An by blood. If they had sex together, that would truly be incest!
Zhao An took advantage of the situation and embraced his cousin, letting her sit sideways on his lap. He stroked her waist, feeling the thrill of blood kinship. "If you want me to support you, it's easy. Just come to bed with me. Look how much I've nourished your aunt. Has she been a little horny and down while I've been away? Wait until I fuck her once and cum in her once, and she'll be as obedient as a kitten. I want to fuck your aunt, but I want to fuck you even more, my dear cousin. If you want me to forgive you for what you did before, it depends on whether you're willing to do it."
Hearing Zhao An's shameless words, his cousin trembled with anger, but she didn't show it. She bit her lips lightly and said, "Sure, I'm still a virgin!"
"I'll make you a star, a popular anchor. How's that?" Zhao An's smile grew even brighter. Fucking his cousin was different from fucking any other woman. After all, they were relatives. The thrill of this kind of incest was definitely more exciting than with any other woman, except perhaps his mother!
"Yes, I'll listen to you. Cousin, I'm scared! Ugh!" As soon as my cousin finished speaking, she was pushed onto the sofa and kissed. Zhao An expertly kissed her neck and cheeks, occasionally sucking on her earlobe. His large tongue licked her earlobe, while her breasts were grasped through her home clothes by large hands, kneading them relentlessly. The endless pleasure was unprecedented, making it difficult for her to breathe.
"I...ah..."
My aunt, emerging from her room, happened to see Zhao An lying on top of her daughter, his shirt lifted, greedily sucking on her breasts. Her daughter's pretty face flushed, her eyes dazed; this was the rhythm of arousal!
Seeing this, my aunt quietly went into the kitchen to make some supper. Instead, she heard Zhao An's lewd laughter. "Aunt, give my cousin a live demonstration, haha!"