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Wushuang's body trembled, and she tightly closed her eyes in embarrassment.
"Oh... you little fairy, you really are a good student," Yan Wushuang said, kissing her without a hint of emotion. She simply followed along numbly, but it only made his voice more hoarse. Rafas closed his eyes, his large hand stroking her smooth skin, lightly licking her tender flesh; only she could evoke such intense pleasure in him.
"Unzip your pants," Rafas suddenly commanded. Wushuang hesitated for a moment, but for the many lives of the Yamamoto Family, she had no choice but to obediently leave his body and squat down to help him unzip his pants.
"Touch me!" Rafas said wickedly, gazing at her flushed face. He intended to destroy her innocence and train her to become a woman who couldn't live without him; that would be the moment he would discard her.
"I... don't..." Yan Wushuang felt both shame and anger as she pleaded for him to let her go.
"Don't? Sharl, I think you've all rested long enough. How about stretching your limbs?" Raising an eyebrow, Rafas coldly issued orders outside.
"No... okay, I'll touch, I'll touch..." Closing her eyes, the sensation in her hands made her feel nauseous. If this were a nightmare, she wished to wake up. She was the great Princess of Yan; why should she endure this?
"Alright, my darling, kiss me." His large hand suddenly yanked her hair as he looked at her with malice.
She stared at him in disbelief; no, she would rather die than be humiliated like this.
"Don't? Sharl, let the brothers get moving." Just as the two were at a standstill, a gunshot rang out. Dr. Yonglai beside Long Ze was shot in the right leg and collapsed helplessly.
At that moment, dozens of guns were aimed at Long Ze and his companions. With just a command from the owner inside the car, they would shoot countless holes into Long Ze's body.
"No, please let me go, I beg you Lefas, I don't want this." Yan Wushuang was going mad; she couldn't bear to imagine what those gunshots represented. Shaking her head, she thought that if death could solve everything, then let her die.
"Don't, don't, don't..." Wushuang desperately resisted; she couldn't do it, she couldn't bear it.
Yan Wushuang looked outside; everyone had their guns trained on them. Dr. Yonglai's leg was still bleeding profusely. At that moment, the calm night sky suddenly began to rain. Drops hit the glass, making it difficult for her to see Long Ze's face clearly.
"You let them put down their guns first." Swallowing hard, she looked up at his cold face, realizing she had no choice.
"Sharl, let the brothers take a break. That man's voice is just too unpleasant, it's killing my mood." Rafas rolled down the car window a bit and gave instructions to Faisal, who was directing outside, and everyone put their guns away.
Shouya, who had been standing silently on the side, noticed Rafas sitting bare-chested in the car. Were they really inside?
Long Ze also clearly saw the scene inside the car. Why was he doing this? Why was he torturing Shuang'er like this? Shuang'er... Shuang'er...
Long Ze shouted her name in the rain, and Yan Wushuang heard it, feeling pain deep in her heart; the last remnants of her blood had long dried up...
"Now it's your turn, darling." Rafas leaned back again, rolling the window back to its original gap, staring intently at her while Wushuang gritted her teeth and crawled step by step towards him.
"Sharl, take care of all of them." Seeing her indifferent expression, Rafas shouted furiously, immediately sensing her shudder. "What's wrong? Aren't you pretending to be a dead fish? You caused their deaths; even if they become ghosts, they won't let you go." Looking at her tear-filled eyes, Rafas pushed her to the car window, pulling her hair to make her see what was happening outside.
"Please, Lefas, don't kill them, please..." Thunder began to rumble in the night sky as lightning flashed across it. Heavy rain started pouring down, and hellish sounds echoed; Dr. Yonglai was riddled with bullet holes, blood gushing out, mingling with the nauseating smell of moisture.
"No... you bastard!" Long Ze shouted as he and Misa shielded Dr. Yonglai, glaring hatefully at the man inside the car. Yan Wushuang's heart bled; why was this happening? She could barely breathe and wished she could just die; that felt like a luxury.
"Is it beautiful? Isn't it exciting? Little slut, if you dare to seduce a man and run away again next time, I won't be so merciful." There was no warmth in Rafas's cold voice. "I know I was wrong; I won't dare again. Please let them go; let's end this here." Tears filled Yan Wushuang's eyes; her heart had gone numb as she watched the flowing crimson blood in the rain. Enough was enough.
Rafas was pleased with her performance tonight and pulled her back into his embrace.
Unable to suppress her cries, through the slight gap in the window, Long Ze clearly saw Wushuang's face rising and falling with emotion. His heart ached terribly; a flash of lightning crossed the night sky, and all he could hear was a buzzing sound in his ears. It felt like he couldn't hear anything else; all he could see was Wushuang's tear-streaked face.
Long Ze collapsed to the ground as the cold rain mercilessly washed over his weakened body. Misa cried out while holding him tightly. Why did heaven treat them this way? Why was it so cruel?
The men inside the car were entangled passionately but saw a different scene outside. This was what Rafas wanted: killing him with one shot would be too simple; slowly torturing him was what would cause him the most pain.
Wushuang was trapped in Rafas's embrace, but her heart was entirely with the unconscious Long Ze on the ground. Looking at Misa's pale face in her arms, she silently prayed, "General, you must hold on, you must..."
At the last moment, Yan Wushuang lost all her strength and collapsed in his arms, her eyes tightly closed, tear stains clearly visible on her cheeks.
Rafas took off his coat to cover her fair body. With a command, all the men in black quickly returned to their vehicles and soon disappeared into the heavy rain of the night.
Rafas flew back to Las Vegas with Yan Wushuang. Solomon's whereabouts in Japan vanished overnight.
When Yan Wushuang woke up again from the darkness, she had no idea how much time had passed. Looking around at the unfamiliar environment, she wondered where she was. It was so dark that it made her tremble with fear.
She hugged herself tightly, thinking about General Longze. What was he doing now? Had he really kept his promise and let them go?
While she was lost in thought, the iron door suddenly creaked open. Yan Wushuang looked towards the person at the door—a tall and familiar figure. No one knew better than her who this body belonged to. She curled up and hid in the corner of the bed; what did he want to do now?
"Finally awake, I thought you wanted to be Sleeping Beauty," Rafas said from the darkness, his Silver Mask particularly striking. His calculating and evil gaze was fixed on her at all times.
This time, he didn't take her back to the castle but threw her into the underground prison of the base. Didn't she want to escape? Let's see what ability she had to escape now!
Wushuang didn't dare to make a sound; even breathing too hard felt risky. She feared provoking this man again and worried he would harm General Longze or Misa...
Rafas walked step by step to the window. The place was dim and simple, but it was already the cleanest and best prison cell in the base. Seeing her sullen expression, he couldn't contain his anger any longer. He grabbed her chin forcefully, compelling her to look at him: "What's wrong? Do you hate me? You should hate me because I drove your lover to death; you have every reason to hate me."
Wushuang felt as if her jaw might dislocate under his grip; it hurt intensely. If he applied a bit more force, he could easily crush her bones.
The pain on her face only fueled Rafas's anger further.
Suddenly, Rafas released his grip on her chin. He still had many more shows to present to her; he couldn't be too rough now and scare off his guest.
Yan Wushuang did not believe his words; he said that on purpose to provoke her, and she would not fall for it, absolutely not!
"I've been here for so long, and you haven't said a word. What's wrong? Did your trip to Japan leave you speechless?" Rafas sat beside her, pulling her into his embrace, kissing the fragrance of her body and lightly licking her cheek.
"I don't know what to say," came her hoarse voice, trembling as Wushuang was held in his arms, her heart racing in panic.
Rafas's expression darkened instantly as he tightened his grip around her waist. "You don't know what to say? What about your lover? What do you two talk about together?"
"I didn't! We're innocent," Yan Wushuang struggled in his embrace, explaining in agitation. Although she and General Longze loved each other sincerely, they had never crossed any lines. That kiss before parting was their first intimate contact.
In the dark cell, Rafas looked at her with scrutinizing eyes. He knew very well that they had not engaged in any illicit activities; judging from that day in the car, he was still her only man!
His cool, long fingers traced her fair face as Rafas gently nibbled on her earlobe. This delicious little sweetheart could only be enjoyed by him. Anyone who dared to come close to her or even glance at her would have their eyes gouged out by him.
Those few reckless men were the best proof of that.
"What do you want to do?" Wushuang asked, sensitive and protective of her body, feeling fear from his touch deep within.
Her rejection filled Rafas with extreme disgust. The cold Silver Mask pressed against her cheek, its icy breath brushing past her ear. Without needing to say anything more, Yan Wushuang obediently lowered her hands, allowing him to kiss and caress her body.
"My Wushuang, never forget what I told you about the consequences of angering me or betraying me. You should understand what will happen; if you don't, I'll take you to see it firsthand later so it stays firmly in your mind!" His voice was exceptionally gentle, yet the words were chillingly cold. The contrast between the two felt somewhat dissonant.
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