He had been waiting, waiting for the white-haired woman to leave.
As soon as she walked out of the Emperor Bar with a middle-aged man in a business suit, Yi Xiaofei followed without any hesitation.
An hour later, in a remote grove on the outskirts of Zhonghai City, a woman's screams could be heard.
Accompanying those screams were the rough, excited sounds of a man.
Under the starlight and moonlight, a torn stocking hung from a nearby tree branch.
But the joyous sounds of the man and woman were quickly overpowered by a pained shriek.
On the nearby tree, something seemed to splatter out—blood, bright red blood.
"You filthy man, you've been watching for so long. Is it really that interesting to you? Perhaps you want a taste of the fun too?"
The woman's seductive voice rang out, her gaze fixed on a spot where a figure was slowly approaching—none other than Yi Xiaofei.
"I didn't want to interrupt your pleasure, that's all!"
