However, the ragged young man's eyes revealed a cunning yet cruel gaze as he took out a handgun.

Su Fan's hand enveloped in True Qi directly crushed his handgun into scrap metal.

The grip of a Martial Arts Grandmaster is no weaker than that of a typical hydraulic press.

After doing all this, Su Fan did not give the little bastard a chance to beg for mercy; he lifted his hand and tapped lightly on the other's forehead.

A burst of True Qi instantly blew his brain into a mushy mess.

As Su Fan and Ye Zhaoyi continued forward, the man collapsed to the ground.

Although Su Fan had only recently entered the dark alley, he already knew what kind of place this was.

Ye Zhaoyi grew up here from a young age, so it's no wonder that when she is serious, she resembles a block of ice.

After Su Fan made his move once, no one else dared to provoke him again.

The dark street clearly has its own intelligence network, knowing which people are fat sheep, which are wolves, and which are tigers absolutely not to be provoked.

Ye Zhaoyi is very familiar with everything here.

Under her guidance, the two soon arrived at the cinema on the dark street.

However, the movies shown at this cinema are probably not easy to see elsewhere.

Because these films are documentaries filled with bloodshed, violence, and the extreme expression of human primal desires.

Ye Zhaoyi and Su Fan sat down at a couple's seat.

Ye Zhaoyi quickly and boldly sat on Su Fan's lap, facing him.

Without avoiding, she frankly said, "Before you leave, make me so happy that I pass out, otherwise, I won't let you go."

Since she said it openly, Su Fan certainly wouldn't be polite.

Ye Zhaoyi's skirt was quickly lifted by him.

With a simple aim, he struck like a dragon.

As Ye Zhaoyi let out a soft, lingering moan, the two became intimately entwined.

In another place, Ye Zhaoyi would definitely indulge in loud cries.

But here, with so many people around, she could only bite her lip and endure Su Fan's thrusts.

With such a position, Su Fan couldn't make large, vigorous advances.

So Ye Zhaoyi suggested, "I have a villa here, why don't we go there?"

Su Fan did not refuse Ye Zhaoyi's suggestion.

The two then left through the side door of the cinema.

This was a slightly dim alleyway, with intermittent sounds of collisions and moans.

In the dark alley, all these absurdities seemed to be commonplace.

Here, the normal people seem abnormal instead.

Su Fan walked unhurriedly, while Ye Zhaoyi clung to him like a koala.

Every step he took made Ye Zhaoyi, due to inertia, collide harshly against her sensitive spot.

Under Ye Zhaoyi's guidance, it took them about twenty minutes to reach her villa.

Upon entering the villa, Ye Zhaoyi let out a sigh of relief and coyly looked at Su Fan, saying, "Shall we go to the rooftop or the bedroom?"

"You decide," Su Fan said casually.

Ye Zhaoyi immediately responded, "Then let's go to the rooftop."

Su Fan nodded and took Ye Zhaoyi to the rooftop of the villa.

This place is surrounded by floor-to-ceiling windows.

If the lights were turned on, everyone around could see Ye Zhaoyi's seductive state.

Su Fan and Ye Zhaoyi stood in front of a floor-to-ceiling window.

Then he put Ye Zhaoyi down and made her lean against the window.

The pair of small melons in front of Ye Zhaoyi were pressed into two round patties against the glass of the window.

As Su Fan invaded from behind, Ye Zhaoyi pointed to the opposite side and said, "Look over there."

Su Fan followed her finger with his gaze.

He then saw that the rooftop opposite was bustling with activity.