A slight smile played on Leng Ning's lips. "Even if I were wearing a suit of armor, I doubt it would stop you, right?"
"You know me best." A playful glint appeared in Jiang Xinghai's eyes.
"Come on, tear it off,"
Leng Ning continued to taunt him. "I know you men all crave this kind of dominant move, don't you?"
RRRIP...
Without another word, Jiang Xinghai made his move.
Fortunately, this urban village was scheduled for demolition, so not many people lived there.
The Land Rover, parked on the corner, didn't draw any attention.
「9:30 PM.」
With one last moan of pleasure from Leng Ning, the battle was over.
As Jiang Xinghai watched, Leng Ning walked into a small alley.
She stopped in front of an unremarkable two-story building and went inside.
"You're back?"
A heavyset, bald woman was lounging in a Grandmaster's Chair in the courtyard. A cattail fan covered her face, hiding her features—it was Maitreya Buddha.
