Chapter 838: Finally Arrived

ent, these agents cleared the way for him and followed cautiously behind.Holding Rain燕, this fierce man, none of the agents dared to make a move."I know that Tao Tangtian's office is at the end of thi...Chapter 838: Finally Arrived

"Sometimes resistance only accelerates the process of your suffering, and besides, the effect of this medicine is definitely not something you can eliminate by just biting your tongue. Sometimes life is like a rape; since you can't resist, why don't you enjoy it While we are enjoying earthly bliss, the shares of Qiaonan Song will also be changing hands simultaneously. How does it feel to work in **'s office"

At this moment, Mike extended his hand and began gently unbuttoning Song Ziyè's first shirt button.

A snow-white neck appeared before Mike's eyes; he was instantly captivated by the delicate skin, unable to tear himself away.

Song Ziyè wanted to struggle but found his body gradually going limp and unresponsive!

Meanwhile, the taxi Wang Zheng had taken executed an extremely dangerous drift maneuver and barely stopped at the entrance of Jiali International Hotel.

"Sir, your driving skills are impressive; there's no need for me to look elsewhere." Wang Zheng handed over two red banknotes as a tip and opened the car door in preparation to exit.

"Brother, do you have enough manpower or do you need help" The taxi driver from the capital was always very enthusiastic.

"It's sufficient; thank you." Wang Zheng thanked him briefly before hurrying into the hotel.

After entering the hotel, Wang Zheng instinctively felt a sense of unease, and as he delved deeper, this feeling grew even stronger. Given his numerous brushes with death, Wang Zheng's sixth sense was always accurate; such intuition had saved him countless times before, so he was now certain that Song Ziyè was under threat!

With so many rooms in a hotel, Wang Zheng did not know which one Song Ziyè was staying in. He could not afford to act like a blind chicken and search randomly; such an approach would waste too much time. Fortunately, whenever he was at his wits' end, someone would always come knocking, and these clueless individuals were, in Wang Zheng's view, the more there were, the better.

Just as Wang Zheng entered the first-floor corner to take the elevator upstairs, he noticed a bald-headed foreign man standing there. This man was thickset with sharp eyes radiating coldness; one could tell from his physique that he was well-trained. He wore a suit and had a bulge around his waist, probably concealing a pistol – clearly an expert, possibly even a bodyguard or enforcer.

Standing at the corner, this foreigner followed Wang Zheng seemingly carelessly, but in reality, Wang Zheng had noticed him. Of course, ordinary people would not have picked up on this detail; however, Wang Zheng was the Eastern Tyrant King and an expert among experts.

Hence, Wang Zheng wasted no time and walked straight towards that man.

The gazes of both men locked instantly in mid-air. A chilling aura radiated outward from them as the center point.

One minute later, Wang Zheng exited a room, shutting the door behind him, adjusting his clothes, and entering the elevator to press for the top floor.

He had already gleaned the information he needed from that man. Meanwhile, the unfortunate foreign bodyguard was now unconscious on the ground in the room, blood spilling all over his head and face.

In fact, the entire top floor of the hotel had become Mike's private domain; several bodyguards controlled each exit, preventing anyone else from entering – it was off-limits to everyone except him.

Mike had no doubts about the capabilities of those top-notch bodyguards, so here he could do as he pleased without anyone disturbing him. However, reality often defies wishes; many things may seem perfect in imagination but fall short in reality.

Just as Mike was reaching out to unbutton Song Ziyè's second shirt button and expose the snow-white valley before his eyes, the door of the suite was kicked open!

"I already told you guys not to come in no matter what happens. I don't want anyone to disturb me. What's going on" Seeing his good mood ruined by this unexpected interruption, Mike immediately lost all patience and stood up to roar at the doorway, but then he froze when he saw Wang Zheng’s figure, a dangerous aura flashing in his eyes because he had never seen this man before.

"Who are you How did you get in"

"My being here means that the bodyguards you posted outside have been dealt with." In front of the notoriously infamous Eastern Tyrant King, no matter how top-notch those bodyguards were, they amounted to nothing more than small fries and weren't even worth a single strike.

Song Ziyè had already given up hope, but in the next second, when Wang Zheng’s figure appeared in her field of vision, despair was immediately replaced by sparks of hope!

It was him! The man who had shown up countless times in her dreams, those shoulders that weren't particularly broad now gave her endless hope. In such a critical moment, he appeared before her with an otherworldly descent, causing tears to well up instantly in Song Ziyè's eyes. She didn’t know how to describe the emotions swirling within her and instinctively called out his name: "Wang Zheng!"

Before this, Song Ziyè had also been resisting with sheer willpower against that blue-colored drug, but no matter how strong a person’s will is, it can't compare to the power of modern synthetic drugs. Just when Song Ziyè was on the verge of losing both body and mind, Wang Zheng's appearance ignited an enormous beacon of hope.

"Who exactly are you" Mike asked sternly as he glared at the furious Wang Zheng.

When Wang Zheng heard Song Ziyè's cries for help and saw that her hands and feet were cuffed, his eyes narrowed instantly, emitting a dangerous gleam!

"Who am I Go ask the King of Hell!" With those words, Wang Zheng shut the door. His body moved like that of a leopard, swiftly covering several meters in an instant. A powerful straight punch landed squarely on Mike's nose, bringing his fragile nasal bone into close contact with Wang Zheng’s hard knuckles!

Clearly, eggs don’t stand a chance against rocks. With a snap, Mike's entire nasal bridge was broken, and his nose collapsed inward. Blood gushed out instantly, splattering across his face. Without pausing, Wang Zheng pulled Mike over and delivered another knee to his chest!

The sound of bones breaking echoed several times as Wang Zheng’s knee likely fractured multiple ribs in the process!

Mike screamed in agony, spewing out mouthfuls of blood. His vision went black as he collapsed onto the floor, unconscious.

"Wang Zheng, you finally arrived! If you had come one second later, I...I..." Song Ziyè could hardly continue speaking, her pretty face streaked with tears, but a look of relief spread across her lips.

"It's okay, as long as I'm here, everything will be fine." Wang Zheng removed the handcuffs from Song Ziyè and touched her hand. He was alarmed to find that she had an extremely high body temperature and immediately asked, "What happened Did this bastard give you something to eat"

"Yes, he forced me to drink a blue-colored drug," replied Song Ziyè.

Wang Zheng: "Song Ziyè, I'm here now. You'll feel better soon."

Song Ziyè: "I’m feeling so uncomfortable right now... My body is burning up and I want to release it all..."

(Note: The '!' symbol in the original text seems to denote a sudden realization or reaction but without additional context, an exact translation isn't provided.)Liu Xuan wiped a large patch of vomit off her clothes and said while pinching her nose.“I’ll slander you if I want to! What are you going to do about it” The drunk man stretched out his hand as though...