Damn!
Yang Gang glanced at Su Ying. Her eyes were filled with lust, completely void of any self-consciousness.
Su Ying's hands were wrapped around Yang Gang's neck.
"Hmm... Looks like I'll have to use a silver needle to counteract the drug in her system," he thought.
Yang Gang pulled out a silver needle from his pocket, chose specific pressure points on Su Ying's body to restrict her movement, and then gently laid her back onto the sofa in the private booth.
However, rationally speaking, Yang Gang would not take advantage of someone in a vulnerable state.
Furthermore, he had put her in this situation himself.
Though Young Master Yang may have carried himself with little integrity, at least he wasn't completely devoid of morals.
Collecting his emotions, Yang Gang took out the silver needle again, ready to detoxify Su Ying from the drug's effects.
His fingers danced around; one by one, the silver needles darted to various pressure points on Su Ying's body.