Underworld: Starting with conquering countless lustful beauties

He looked around to make sure no one was watching, then quickly took a small white pill from his suit pocket and threw it into the glass of lemonade in front of Hao Mei.

The pill dissolves instantly in water and disappears without a trace.

"Now that the deed is done, let's see how you pretend anymore."

Zhao Tai swirled his water glass, a lewd glint in his eyes.

A few minutes later, Hao Mei returned.

Zhao Tai had already regained his polite and gentlemanly demeanor.

"Meimei, since you don't have an appetite, let's just have a glass of water. Consider it a toast to our years of friendship, is that alright?"

Zhao Tai raised his glass in a gesture of respect.

Hao Mei just wanted to finish this suffocating dinner as soon as possible and didn't think much about it.

She picked up the glass of lemonade and took a big gulp.

"Is it okay now?"

Hao Mei put down her cup.

"Of course, of course."

Zhao Tai looked at the half-empty cup, a meaningful smile curving his lips. "As long as you're happy."

Less than five minutes had passed.

Hao Mei sensed that something was wrong.

The surrounding air seemed to thicken, and a strange heat rose from my lower abdomen, quickly spreading throughout my body.

Her cheeks burned, and her vision began to blur, even Zhao Tai's annoying face became indistinct.

"I...how could I..."

Hao Mei held her forehead, her body limp and powerless, a strong sense of dizziness washing over her.

She suddenly realized something, looked at the glass of water in horror, and then at Zhao Tai.

"Oh dear, Meimei, what's wrong with you?"

Zhao Tai's smile completely blossomed, revealing his undisguised greed and lewdness.

He got up and walked to Hao Mei's side, then put his arm around her limp waist.

"Are you drunk? Come on, let me help you to rest."

"Let...let go..." Hao Mei tried to push him away, but the strength in her hands seemed to have been drained, and she was weak and flirtatious.

Shh, stop fooling around.

Zhao Tai leaned close to her ear and took a deep breath of her fragrance. "Tonight, I will take good care of you."

After saying that, he half-dragged, half-carried the dazed Hao Mei and strode out of the restaurant.

……

As night falls, the neon lights of Donghai City flicker like a giant net.

The Santana weaved wildly through traffic like a wild beast out of control.

Chen Feng slammed on the gas pedal while keeping his eyes fixed on the road ahead.

Finally, the Parisian restaurant came into view.

However, just as Chen Feng was about to slow down, his pupils suddenly contracted.

At the restaurant entrance, Zhao Tai was helping the limp Hao Mei into the back seat of a Mercedes with the license plate "Dong A·44444".

"Zhao Tai!!!"

Chen Feng roared and jerked the steering wheel, trying to rush over and intercept them.

"Beep beep beep—!"

Just then, a fully loaded truck suddenly rushed out from the side intersection, its massive body blocking the middle of the road and completely blocking Chen Feng's way.

"Grass!"

Chen Feng slammed his fist on the steering wheel, and the horn was blaring loudly.

By the time the large truck was finally moved, the silver Mercedes had already merged into the traffic on the main road, leaving only a blurry taillight.

"Trying to run? Not so easy!"

The killing intent in Chen Feng's eyes was almost overflowing.

He floored the accelerator, and the Santana groaned under the strain, illegally changing lanes and overtaking on the wrong side of the road, carving a bloody path through the evening rush hour traffic.

We absolutely have to make it!

Hao Mei's condition just now was clearly abnormal!

Either he was drunk, or... he was drugged!

If it's the latter, the consequences would be unimaginable!

Chen Feng's heart pounded, and terrifying images flashed through his mind.

After a high-speed chase, Chen Feng finally spotted the distinctive license plate again at a traffic light intersection.

However, the Mercedes did not go straight, but suddenly turned right and drove into a magnificent five-star hotel – the Crowne Plaza Hotel.

"hotel……"

Chen Feng watched the Mercedes drive into the underground parking garage. Instead of following it in, he slammed on the brakes and stopped at the hotel lobby entrance. He then pushed open the car door and rushed inside.

……

The hotel lobby is magnificent.

The receptionist was organizing documents when she suddenly felt a gust of wind, followed by a rough, large hand slapping down on the marble countertop.

"Which room is the owner of that Mercedes that just went in, the one named Zhao Tai?!"

Chen Feng exuded a terrifying aura of ferocity; his hair was disheveled, and his eyes were as fierce as a robber's.

The receptionist was startled and instinctively shrank back, stammering:

"Sir... we cannot reveal our guest's privacy..."

"Shut the fuck up and talk nonsense with me!"

Chen Feng had no patience for that kind of official rhetoric.

He suddenly leaned forward, grabbed the tie of the lobby manager who was trying to call security, and slammed his head onto the table.

"Bang!"

A muffled thud was heard, and the surrounding guests gasped in surprise.

Chen Feng pulled a folding knife from his waist, the tip pressed firmly against the manager's carotid artery. His voice was low and hoarse, carrying a strong smell of blood:

"I'll give you three seconds. If you don't talk, I'll bleed you dry."

"one."

The tip of the knife pierced the skin, and a drop of blood seeped out.

"two."

The manager was terrified and screamed:

"308! In 308! Luxury Suite!"

Chen Feng shoved the manager aside and rushed toward the elevator.

……

Room 308.

The heavy carpet absorbed all the sound, and the room was filled with an expensive aromatherapy scent, but it couldn't conceal the evil that was about to unfold.

Hao Mei was thrown onto the large double bed.

At this moment, she was completely trapped in the abyss of the drug's effects.

It wasn't just physical weakness, but also an extreme form of torment filled with shame.

Her mind still retained a sliver of clarity, able to perceive everything that was happening, but her body had completely betrayed her will.

Her face was flushed red, and her eyes were so glazed over that they seemed to be brimming with tears.

Because of the heat, she instinctively twisted her body, her legs intertwining uncontrollably, and broken, sweet moans escaped her lips:

"It's so hot... I need help..."

This instinctive desire for pleasure was more painful than death for the proud and self-possessed reporter Hao.

"Tsk tsk tsk, what a handsome face."

Beside the bed, Zhao Tai slowly set up a digital video camera, and the red recording light began to flash.

He took off his coat and removed his gold-rimmed glasses, revealing his bloodshot eyes, which were filled with excitement.

He didn't rush over, but instead, like a perverted connoisseur, looked down at Hao Mei's ugly state.

"Reporter Hao, look at yourself now."

Zhao Tai walked to the bedside, extended a finger, and slowly slid it down Hao Mei's sweaty forehead, past her trembling eyelashes and burning cheeks, finally stopping at her slightly parted red lips.

"Where did that haughty, arrogant air of yours go? What a noble lady! Now you're lying in front of me like a dog in heat, begging for my attention—*!"

"Get out... Zhao Tai... You'll die a horrible death..."

Hao Mei tried desperately to bite her tongue to clear her head, but even her teeth were soft, and the voice that came out when she cursed was so soft and sweet that it sounded like she was being coquettish.

"Go ahead and curse, keep cursing."

Zhao Tai grinned maliciously, grabbed Hao Mei's slender ankle, and dragged her over.