Chapter 59 I am Chaoyang People

"Hahaha! You clever little girl, let me teach you how to be a woman! Hahaha!"

Sang Biao laughed ferociously, his eyes filled with greed.

"Damn..."

Mu Wanqing struggled in despair, feeling a burning sensation throughout her body and a heavy fog in her mind.

Her angry curses towards Sang Biao became increasingly incoherent.

Her consciousness was rapidly fading away.

The drug's effect was taking hold swiftly.

"It's hot..."

Without Sang Biao even laying a hand on her, Mu Wanqing began writhing on her own.

Her hands were restrained, so she lowered her head and started biting at her clothes haphazardly.

"Hehe, let's play something more interesting!"

Sang Biao's mouth curled into a demonic smile as he suddenly took out his phone and aimed it at Mu Wanqing, recording a video!

Mu Wanqing had completely lost her senses by this point.

Her body wriggled, following Sang Biao's hand as she raised her head, her red lips slightly parted, whispering, "I want..."

"Hahaha!"

Sang Biao burst into mad laughter, continuing to record the video deliberately.

He asked, "What do you want?"

"I want you..." Mu Wanqing completely lost her sanity and spoke unconsciously.

"I, Sang Biao, am a principled person. Even if you want me, I can't just give in to you unless you beg me." Sang Biao said intentionally.

"Please... I beg you..." Mu Wanqing didn't even know what she was saying.

"Hehe, you begged for it yourself! So, I'll show mercy and give it to you!"

Sang Biao laughed ferociously again, tossing his phone aside and pouncing on her.

Mu Wanqing's identity excited him even more.

Being able to conquer such a woman gave him an indescribable sense of accomplishment!

Moreover, he had recorded the video.

In the future, he might be able to completely control this beautiful policewoman and turn her into his puppet!

Sang Biao was extremely excited, about to tear off Mu Wanqing's clothes.

Crack!

At that moment, a light sound came from the window.

Then, the sound of footsteps landing.

It was Ning Chuan!

Before Sang Biao could react, Ning Chuan had already appeared behind him.

He grabbed Sang Biao by the back of his neck, lifting him up like a dog and then flung him away.

Bang!

Sang Biao's body crashed heavily into the door, creating a large hole in the thick wooden door, and he flew out.

"Wow..."

Sang Biao landed heavily, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Pointing at Ning Chuan in shock through the hole, he stuttered, "Who... who are you?"

"I am someone you shouldn't mess with."

Ning Chuan's voice turned cold.

He took off his coat, wrapped it around the disoriented Mu Wanqing, and then carried her as he walked downstairs.

At this moment, Sang Biao's subordinates rushed up the stairs.

"Boss! Boss, are you okay? Boss, you're injured?"

"You damn bastard, who are you? How did you get here? You dare to harm our boss, you're dead!"

"You damn bastard, put down that woman immediately and kneel down to die!"

The Bald man and the other henchmen shouted angrily, charging towards Ning Chuan.

Ning Chuan held Mu Wanqing with one hand and met them head-on with the other.

There was no deliberate killing intent, nor any mercy from his subordinates.

Smack!

The bald man at the front was slapped

by Ning Chuan, flying ten meters away.

Bang!

The second person who charged, the long-haired man, had his arm bone shattered by Ning Chuan's punch.

He writhed in pain on the ground, howling.

Scarface, who lunged from the side, was met with a headbutt from Ning Chuan and fell to the ground, knocked unconscious.

In just two or three minutes, all of Sang Biao's dozen or so subordinates lay on the ground, unable to get up.

"Damn... Who are you? Are you also a patrol officer?" Sang Biao crawled backward on the ground, shrinking into the corner of the wall, filled with fear.

"I'm not a patrol officer," Ning Chuan said indifferently.

"You're not a patrol officer? Then, big brother, I can give you money, I can give you a lot of money. Let's be friends, what do you think? And this woman, I'll give her to you too," Sang Biao quickly offered.

"If I want this woman, do I need you to give her to me?" Ning Chuan replied nonchalantly.

Ning Chuan didn't bother with Sang Biao's nonsense.

He kicked Sang Biao unconscious with one kick and then carried Mu Wanqing, leaving the place.

Of course, before leaving, he took Mu Wanqing's gun and the phone Sang Biao used to record videos of Mu Wanqing.

Furthermore, he used Sang Biao's phone to make a report to the police station.

"Hello? I want to report a group of people gathering and committing crimes in the suburbs..."

"I suspect they are criminals. Hurry and send someone over. There might be a lot of evidence at the scene. The address is..."

"You're asking who I am? I am a Chaoyang resident."

Done, Ning Chuan walked out of the villa, placing the confused Mu Wanqing on the crossbar of his bicycle.

He used his hands and feet to secure her in place and then rode away in a peculiar posture.

On the way, Mu Wanqing kept twisting her body, nearly causing Ning Chuan and the bicycle to tumble into the ditch several times.

Seeing that the effects of the drug were getting stronger, and Mu Wanqing's body was getting hotter, Ning Chuan had no choice but to stop by the roadside. He carried her in his arms, found a suburban hotel, and rushed in.

"Boss, give me a room."

Ning Chuan slapped down two hundred yuan on the counter.

"Wow! Brother, you're... quite the player!" The lecherous middle-aged male owner glanced up and immediately noticed that something was off with Mu Wanqing.

However, he smiled and pocketed the money, handing Ning Chuan a room key and saying, "Brother, have fun. It's perfectly safe here."

Ning Chuan didn't have time to explain to the owner. He carried Mu Wanqing into the room.

Ning Chuan first released Mu Wanqing from the handcuffs, but she immediately pounced on Ning Chuan like a wild animal driven by instinct.

"It's hot... I want..."

Mu Wanqing muttered incoherently.

"Oh damn, you better behave yourself. If you continue like this, I might really have to devour you!" Ning Chuan restrained Mu Wanqing's hands and felt her pulse and heartbeat.

Mu Wanqing's pulse and heartbeat were both extremely rapid, and her body was scorching hot. It was as if she could cook an egg!

The drug she was given needed immediate detoxification; otherwise, if the fever continued like this, it could potentially damage her brain and leave her mentally disabled!

Mu Wanqing was still his tenant after all; he couldn't just let her become mentally disabled, right?

But there were two methods of detoxification.

One was to let nature take its course, the most traditional yin-yang harmonization method.

The other method required immersing the entire body in water, utilizing acupoints and inner energy...

Which method should he use for detoxification?

Looking at Mu Wanqing clinging to him, it was impossible for Ning Chuan not to feel any temptation.

No matter how you looked at it, Ning Chuan was still a normal man.

Mu Wanqing's appearance, her figure, and her identity... all had fatal attractions.