Ye Wudao removed his foot expressionlessly from the corpulent man's body, his heart undisturbed, feeling not a shred of guilt for having killed the two scumbags.
Ye Wudao flicked his fingers, and two Talismans fell onto their bodies. In an instant, the wounds on their bodies disappeared, making it look as if they had suddenly died and not been murdered. Ye Wudao did this to avoid trouble, although he could solve these problems, he didn't want the hassle.
But that wasn't the end. Ye Wudao gestured with his finger from a distance at the two of them, and then his gaze fell on the erotic toys in the room. He smiled wickedly and, deciding to go all out, stripped both men and placed them on the bed, entwined in an embrace that was as seductive as it could get.
Ye Wudao glanced at the scene, shuddered at his own doing, then hurriedly left with Zhao Xiaoman in his arms, waking her up only after he returned to his room in the hotel.
