Hidden in the innermost private room of the bar, Li Shishi was tightly bound by Wang Hu's men, the ropes etching her exquisite figure into view, prompting all the men present to gulp down their saliva, especially considering Li Shishi was wearing her work outfit and was definitely not flat-chested. On the contrary, she was voluptuously full, igniting a flame of desire in their hearts.
"What a nice figure this chick has, that punk totally spoiled her," Wang Hu thought to himself.
"Would you look at this babe's boobs—damn, they're friggin' huge, even bigger than those so-called enhanced celebrities on TV. They're like a pair of papayas," one of the thugs commented.
"Exactly, but it's a shame to sell her to those RB 'ghosts'," another thug agreed.
