Chapter 92: Retirement
"How about giving it a try?" Yang Mian blinked, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. She pouted her lips slightly with a hint of coquettishness.
In her memory, Huo Yanshen in his previous life was a scholar who usually looked gentle and kind.
But once she got to the bed, she seemed like a different person, like an insatiable wolf. The memories of the past flooded into her mind like a tide, making her cheeks slightly flushed, but she also had an inexplicable courage, wanting to explore and feel the intimacy between her and Huo Yanshen again.
Huo Yanshen looked into Yang Mian's expectant eyes, and the defenses in his heart began to crumble.
His Adam's apple rolled up and down, and finally he nodded slightly, as a sign of tacit agreement.
A brilliant smile instantly bloomed on Yang Mian's face. That smile was as bright and moving as the most beautiful flower blooming in spring.
She gently put her arms around Huo Yanshen's neck, stood on tiptoes, and offered her lips to him.
Huo Yanshen's eyes darkened instantly. He hugged Yang Mian's waist tightly and deepened the kiss, as if he wanted to merge her into his body.
The two people's breathing became more rapid, and the temperature in the room was quietly rising.
Huo Yanshen's hands began to wander unconsciously, sliding slowly from Yang Mian's back to her waist. Every touch made Yang Mian's body tremble slightly.
Yang Mian was no longer shy. She inserted her fingers into Huo Yanshen's hair and pulled it gently, making a slight moan.
Suddenly, a rapid cell phone ring broke the beauty.
Huo Yanshen paused for a moment. He didn't want to pay any attention to it, but the ringing continued as if it was deliberately causing trouble.
He had no choice but to let go of Yang Mian, took out his cell phone from his pocket, and when he saw the caller ID, his face instantly became solemn.
"I have to take care of something urgent." Huo Yanshen looked at Yang Mian, his eyes full of apology.
Although Yang Mian felt a little disappointed, she still nodded obediently, "Go ahead, and be careful."
Huo Yanshen kissed her lightly on the forehead and hurried out.
Yang Mian stood where he was, tidied up his messy clothes, counted with his fingers, and figured out that Huo Yanshen would be fine, so he ignored it.
Huo Yanshen is a flesh-and-blood person with thoughts. He has his own things to do and his own circle of friends. She will not interfere too much with his freedom.
The night was deep, and the hustle and bustle of the city was isolated by Huo Yanshen outside the heavy door of the casino. As you step into the casino, the atmosphere is filled with the smell of money and desire amid the lights and wine, the dice roll on the gambling table, and the chips collide with each other, making crisp sounds. This is one of the many industries owned by Huo Yanshen. Wherever he goes, people look at him sideways but dare not look directly at him. The atmosphere of awe spreads rapidly like an invisible net.
"Master Shen, you are here." A subordinate followed Huo Yanshen hurriedly with a respectful look on his face, his voice trembling slightly with nervousness.
Huo Yanshen's eyes were like cold stars as he scanned the surroundings. He opened his mouth and asked, his voice sounding as if it came from an ice cellar: "Where are the people? Where are they?" The voice was so cold that it seemed to freeze the air. Just hearing it made people's backs chill and their hearts feel fear.
"The man is in the dungeon." The subordinate responded hurriedly, not daring to slack off in the slightest.
"Let's go to the dungeon." Huo Yanshen said concisely, turned around and walked towards the dungeon. His steps were steady and powerful, and every step seemed to step on everyone's heart.
The dungeon was dark and damp, filled with a sickening, rich smell of blood. The dim light flickered in the corner, as if it would go out at any time.
A man was locked inside, his hands and feet were locked with heavy shackles. The shackles dug deep into his flesh, leaving bloody marks.
He was covered in blood, and his tattered clothes had long been soaked in blood and stuck to his scarred body.
At this moment, his breath was weak, and the only remaining trace of life was shaky in this cruel environment.
The moment Huo Yanshen stepped into the dungeon, the man seemed to have grasped a life-saving straw. He struggled to stand up with all his strength and shouted at the top of his lungs: "Master Shen, Master Shen, please spare me! I will never dare to do it again." The voice was full of fear and despair, echoing in the gloomy dungeon.
Huo Yanshen stood there, his eyes as cold as ice, and shouted angrily in a stern voice: "Let you go? How dare you break my rules and sell powder on my territory, and you still want me to let you go?" There was endless majesty and anger in his words, like a volcano about to erupt.
As soon as he finished speaking, Huo Yanshen kicked him fiercely.
The kick was so powerful that the man was unable to resist. He flew out like a kite with a broken string and fell heavily to the ground. He curled up in pain and sweated profusely.
Even so, the man still did not give up, and rolled and crawled to Huo Yanshen's feet, hugged his thighs humbly, and begged bitterly: "Master Shen, I really won't dare to do it again, please spare me this time!" His voice was full of tears, which made people feel pity.
However, Huo Yanshen's heart was as hard as stone and he remained unmoved.
He withdrew his foot expressionlessly and said coldly: "There is no order without rules. You broke my rules and you must be punished. I am not a kind-hearted good man." His tone was firm and there was no room for negotiation.
Then, Huo Yanshen turned his gaze to his subordinates beside him and ordered calmly: "Chop off his hands and throw them to feed the white tiger." His voice was as calm as if he was talking about a very ordinary little thing, but it revealed a frightening cruelty.
"No! Master Shen." Upon hearing this, the man screamed in fear, his voice shrill and desperate.
The men quickly stepped forward, picked up the man and dragged him out.
The man struggled desperately and kept shouting, and the sound echoed in the long dungeon corridor, which was creepy.
At this moment, Huo Yanshen stood in the same place, his eyes still cold.
He looked completely different at this moment than when he was with Yang Mian on weekdays.
In front of Yang Mian, he was so gentle and elegant, his eyes were full of tenderness, and his every move showed gentlemanly manners; but in front of his subordinates, he was like a Shura from hell, cold and ruthless, making people stay away from him.
It was as if there was an invisible mask that he switched perfectly in different scenes.
Huo Yanshen said, "Go call White Tiger, Black Wolf, and Yellow Leopard to have a meeting. I have something to tell you."
"Yes, Master Shen."
His men quickly gathered together several other top leaders of the underground casino.
"Master Shen, do you have any instructions for us?"
Huo Yanshen sat in the main seat and said straight to the point, "I will gradually withdraw from the underground casino and retire from the underworld."
If not forced by life, no one would like to live on the edge of a knife.
"What?"
Huo Yanshen's words were like a depth charge that caused a thousand waves.
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