Zhou Yu caught up with Ye Wengang, but did not rush to make a move.
He was curious about what Ye Wengang was up to.
Ye Wengang led Lin Luoluo all the way to an abandoned cave entrance.
He looked at Lin Luoluo next to him, his eyes full of wicked thoughts, yet he seemed hesitant.
"Damn, such a beautiful woman, and that old bastard gets to have her."
"It's so damn unfair..."
Ye Wengang grew angrier the more he thought about it.
He turned his head to look at Lin Luoluo again, staring at her ample chest.
"Damn, there's no rush for this moment, let me have a feel first."
Saying this, he gave a sinister smile and reached his hand toward Lin Luoluo's chest.
At that moment, Zhou Yu narrowed his eyes.
He flicked his finger, and a flash of silver light appeared.
"Ah…"
Ye Wengang's hand had not yet touched Lin Luoluo when it jerked back as if electrocuted.
He focused his eyes and saw a silver needle embedded in the back of his hand.
"This…"