9.9 Billion Bride

He is the emperor of the dark night—cruel and indifferent, rejecting the warmth of women's affection. He ensnared her, viewing her as the antidote to the love poison that coursed through him, instantly addicted, and henceforth, forever beyond redemption. "The women who have glimpsed my body have only one destiny," he declared, donning a refined silver-black mask, his smile sly. "Yet, I find your scent intriguing. You may choose the manner of your demise." Their first encounter saw him pinning her to the carpet. Though commonplace advances typically involved various kisses, he surprised her by biting her neck. The perplexing question lingered: Why was he, not a vampire, drinking her blood?! Upon their second meeting, she fell prey to his bodyguard's abduction, brought before him. As she teetered on the brink of total consumption, a mysterious factor within her body was triggered...

Mo Xiaotao · Integral

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346: The Restaurant Encounter (9)

"What am I doing?" Owl Eagle was exceptionally skilled, borne from a special forces background. How could he possibly show mercy to Young Madam?

He used full force, and George Summer only heard the sound of his bones creaking, the pain searing into his marrow.

"Let go!"

George Summer swung his right fist, just about to strike but Owl Eagle was faster. He hammered his iron fist down.

"Ah." George Summer wailed as he toppled backwards. He struggled to steady his shaking feet, raising his hand to cradle his left cheek. He felt numbness envelop half of his face.

"This punch is for the Young Madam!" Owl Eagle's punch was quick and brutal like a lightning bolt. Tara Summer reacted and saw George Summer holding his face in agony, almost stumbling.

"You…"

George Summer glared at Owl Eagle, fury seizing him, his fist about to lash out at Owl Eagle again.

Owl Eagle sneered coldly and threw another punch towards him, "This punch is for Master Liam!"

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