Chapter 580

Taking a deep breath, Adriaan, who was sitting naked on the toilet lid, raised his head to look at himself in the mirror. He was still in good spirits, but his eyes were not as bright as before, and fatigue had crept onto his face.

"Hey, Eide, how long do you plan to stay in there?" At this time, Nicole's proud voice came from outside the door, accompanied by bursts of laughter from the women.

Damn it, you gloating women … Adriaan rolled his eyes but did not say anything. He just took another breath and straightened his slightly bent body slightly, trying to make himself look more energetic.

Then, laughter came from outside again. This time, it was Alexander's voice. "Come out, Eide. The first competition this morning is to see who can restore your vitality in a short period of time. You can't be absent."

Inside, Adriaan suddenly bent down again. When he thought of the scene that Alexander described, he could not help but have a reaction. Then, because he had used too much, he felt a swelling pain coming from below.

All along, he had been proud of his assets. One had to know that if a man's thing was hard enough, it would not be long enough. If it was long enough, it would not be very hard. If it was long enough and hard enough — although it was very little — the thickness would be a problem. However, whether it was length, hardness, or thickness, Adriaan was considered outstanding. In addition, his endurance and explosive power were equally outstanding. He had never lost in a battle on the bed.

In addition, he paid great attention to health. There were a lot of nutritionists in this area behind him. He had a reasonable diet, reasonable exercise, and reasonable rest. He had also been introduced to some famous old Chinese medicine practitioners in Los Angeles and San Francisco's Chinatowns. He was indeed well-known in the Chinese community. Old Chinese medicine practitioners in their 70s and 80s were undoubtedly very experienced.

In his previous life, he had more or less read some related things. Some people had used scientific definitions to explain the concept of Chinese medicine. Thinking about it carefully, it was quite reasonable. Chinese medicine also had a scientific side. Was it an empirical science or a theoretical science?

In short, he had won the favor of many old guys with these words. In addition, from time to time, he would use some Chinese medicine terminology, and even a few old guys even discussed it with him excitedly. Then, Adriaan was dizzy. After all, he did not even know half a bucket of water in this area. It was already very good that he knew these terms.

However, this way, he got a lot of good diet recipes and suggestions from these old guys. Then, he organized people to extract the essence. This combination of Chinese and Western, so he was still lively until he was 30 years old. From one-on-one to one-two, to one-three and one-four, there was basically no difficulty at all. This was the power of science. In modern society, praying to the gods and practicing martial arts were too weak — yes, that was the right word to use.

However, there was always a limit. When he jumped straight to one-eight, the tragedy was already set. One woman had three holes, so eight women would make twenty-four holes. However, there was only one item. If he used all of them … Well, this was only the ideal situation, but even so, it was enough to make him suffer.

What's more, once the herd effect was fully fermented, the women would throw away their shame and completely let go. Then, they would take turns to play. Not to mention, they had planned many games, such as imitating talent shows, various kinds of erotic dances, pole dances, and then people below would score them. The loser would be punished, or a two-headed dragon tug-of-war competition, and so on. Just the day before, they had played a human body connection.

In addition, the women basically had the idea of teaching Adriaan a lesson, so they automatically joined forces and launched wave after wave of attacks on him. He might be able to withstand it on the first day, and he could basically handle it on the second day. However, on the third morning, Adriaan had no choice but to hide in the washroom because of his body.

This was too unfair. Grief and indignation, an emotion that had almost been isolated from him, surged into his heart. His stamina was not a big problem. If he ran out of stamina, he could still let the women do it, but that thing …

In order to alleviate this feeling, Adriaan had to recall some scenes that made him feel comfortable. For example, how unrestrained they were in the past two days, and how many people in his previous life could gather them together for him to play with. Whether it was them panting one after another or in pairs, or crawling on the ground with their buttocks up waiting for him to take advantage of them, it was enough to make him proud.

Of course, the final point was that he was lucky that only eight people were chosen in the end. The original plan was for a group of ten people. The only drawback was that he couldn't recall those overly erotic and stimulating scenes. Otherwise, it would only make him more uncomfortable, and his recovery would be slower.

Don't worry, my babies, it's not over yet. Adriaan shamelessly pretended not to hear their mocking outside. After sending them away, he finally adjusted himself and ruthlessly said in his heart. Then he sneered and rubbed his fingers.

Even though he already had a plan, the women weren't easy to deal with. Anyway, they had completely let loose, so he didn't mind making it messier. During the short journey from his room to the beach, Miranda and Britney kissed each other on the stairwell, and Alexander and Zeta Jones, who were lying on the living room floor in a '69 pose, didn't even bother to put on their clothes. Kirsten and Christina were dancing on the dance machine, and Nicole and Gwenis were rubbing the mirror with their legs crossed on the dining table. Needless to say, they were all wearing underwear and were obviously exposed to the air.

All in all, every woman was teasing him in different ways, and their relationships were all messed up. Basically, whoever was free would have sex with whoever was free. Not to mention Britney and Christina, who were getting closer in the competition, even Nicole and Gwyneth, who had always disliked each other, were kissing and tangling with each other in the past two days.

The messy atmosphere was one reason, and another reason was that the women had a common goal. It wasn't hard to imagine how much pressure Adriaan was under. But it wasn't as if he didn't have a backup plan. He was too busy down there, and he couldn't use it too frequently. But don't forget, his fingers were also a great weapon for him. It wasn't like no woman had ever had an orgasm under his fingers, not to mention that he would train on Kyla from time to time. Not to mention, he had a mole on the inside …

Yes, the little pet was his mole. He had trained and brainwashed her since she was young, and after years of success, the submissive Britney became even more obedient. To put it bluntly, she basically lived only for him. With her help in the dark, Adriaan could totally use the strategy of taking down the women one by one. Although the little pet's EQ was in the negatives, her IQ was still very good.

So, the debauchery began to escalate. Adriaan and his women fought further, and in the next two days, they were beaten to a pulp. But when the women came to their senses and found out the mole — it was Christina, who was the most familiar with Britney — they immediately beat Britney up, and swarmed up to teach Adriaan a lesson again.

At this time, after a few days of messing around, they were unable to fight anymore. The party was finally over, and they gradually woke up from their craziness. It was believed that it would leave a deep impression on both them and Adriaan. As for whether there would be a next time, it would depend on the outcome of another matter. Some old sayings were still very true: extreme joy may turn to sorrow.

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"Listen, guys, I'll say it again seriously. I'm very dissatisfied with the recent news. Very dissatisfied. So, if you can't find some more valuable news, I'll swing my whip and chase you out to the streets so that you can find it yourself! " At the door of the office with the editor-in-chief sign, a middle-aged man clapped his hands and said loudly to the editors.

"Got it, Mr. Ruffalo." The editors were not nervous at all. They all said with a smile, and one of them even said loudly, "If you are willing to take us out to the streets in person, we will be very happy."

"You guys …" Ruffalo, who looked a little stout, laughed and scolded. He shook his head and returned to his office.

As soon as he sat down, a man barged in. "Hey, Mark, I know you're anxious about the recent news, but you don't have to … threaten them like this, right? Even if it's just a joke. "

"I've said it several times, Alan. You have to knock on the door when you come in. I'm the editor-in-chief of the entertainment section of the Los Angeles Times," Ruffalo complained.

One look at his trademark mustache and it was Mark Ruffalo's good friend, Alan Luther, who came in. He was Ruffalo's partner when Ruffalo took the photo of Adriaan kissing Julia. He was still his partner when Ruffalo took the photo of Adriaan entering Julia's boudoir. Ruffalo relied on the fame that he gained, luck, and the help of his benefactors to work hard for several years to finally climb to the position of the editor-in-chief of the entertainment section of the Los Angeles Times. He was still his partner.

"Well, Mr. Editor-in-Chief," Luther smiled and knocked on the door. "Can I come in?"

"Come on, you're already in." Ruffalo then rolled his eyes at him.

They were not the same people a few years ago. Ruffalo had long said goodbye to the rock and roll style of wearing a baseball cap backwards and a thick gold chain around his neck. Instead, he wore a suit and leather shoes, looking like a successful man. Luther was the same, except for his trademark mustache. However, their relationship was still very good. It was normal for them to directly enter the office like this. If Ruffalo was not married and Luther had a girlfriend, some people might secretly think that they were a couple.

"I just want them to work harder. You know, there hasn't been any important news recently." Ruffalo sighed.

"Don't worry, who knows, the news will come looking for you right away." Luther smiled and comforted him. As soon as he finished speaking, the phone on the desk rang.

"Look, isn't it here?" Luther said immediately. Ruffalo shook his head and pressed the speaker button. Then Ai Mi's voice sounded from the front desk. "Mr. Ruffalo, there's a Mr. Thomas Hart who wants to see you."

"Thomas Hart?" Ruffalo thought for a moment in his head. "Does he have an appointment?"

"No, sir, but … he said he has something very important to talk to you about. He said … it's absolutely explosive entertainment news, and you won't regret it." The receptionist at the front desk sounded helpless. It was obvious that she had been pestered for a while.

Ruffalo was about to open his mouth to refuse. He had seen many people like this who came to recommend themselves. Most of them were self-righteous and liked to make a fuss. However, he looked up at Luther, who was sitting in front of him, and changed his words. "Okay, then let him come up."

Soon, the person who had been pestering the front desk for a long time came to Ruffalo's office. He looked to be about 26 or 27 years old. He had brown hair, a very clean shaven beard, and his clothes were neat. He was carrying a backpack, and he looked a little nervous and cramped. When he saw Ruffalo, his eyes brightened.

"Hello, Mr. Ruffalo. I'm Thomas Hart. You can call me Thomas." He extended his hand warmly and eagerly.

"Hello, Mr. Hart. I hope you really have good news for me." Ruffalo shook hands with him and gestured for him to sit.

"Hmm …" The other party looked hesitantly at Luther, who had not left.

"This is Alan, Alan Luther, my best friend and assistant. There's nothing you can't say in front of him." Ruffalo immediately introduced Alan to Luther.

"Oh, yes, Mr. Alan Luther, Mr. Ruffalo's best partner. I know him." Hart immediately extended his hand to Luther, a little excited.

"It seems that you are very familiar with us," Luther said calmly as he shook hands with him.

"Of course. Who doesn't know that you guys took photos of Miracle Director Adrian Kewell and Julia Roberts on a date? That completely confirmed that scandal," Hart said in an excited tone.

"So, the news you brought is related to Miracle Director?" Ruffalo immediately grasped the main point of the question.

However, Hart did not answer directly. He only smiled mysteriously, then took out a bulging file from his backpack and handed it to Ruffalo. "I told you, this is going to be super explosive news."

Ruffalo took it doubtfully and opened it to take a look. It seemed to be a stack of photos. As soon as he took one out, he sucked in a breath of cold air and raised his head to look at Hart in bewilderment. The latter couldn't help but look pleased with himself. Ruffalo coughed and continued to flip through the photos. The more he looked, the more shocked he became. Luther, who was next to him, showed the same expression after taking the photos from him.

"Two Oscar Best Actresses, two Oscar Best Supporting Actress winners, two of the most popular idol singers, two of the most popular models from Victoria's Secret, and a well-known international director." Thomas Hart licked his lips with glowing eyes. His body trembled slightly with excitement. "God, they actually gathered together to hold this kind of party. This is enough to cause a storm."

However, Ruffalo did not respond. After carefully looking at all the photos, he frowned and thought for a while before suddenly asking, "Does anyone else know?"

"Others? No, no, I know to … "

"You took it yourself and developed it yourself?"

"Yes, I built a darkroom in the rented house …"

"Do you have a backup?"

"Of course …"

"You didn't upload it to the internet like in the movies and set it to be uploaded whenever you don't visit it, right?"

"No, sir, I've done this before …"

The questions came one after another, and Hart did not even have the chance to think. He answered all of them honestly.

"Very good." Ruffalo looked relieved. "This is not ordinary big news. We must first isolate all possible leakage factors. The internet is very unsafe, so it's better to put it in a bank safe. Okay, now there is one last question, and it is also the most important one."

He stared intently at Hart. "Are there any clearer photos?"

"Clearer?" Hart was confused at first, but then he revealed a look of disbelief. "Isn't this enough?"

"Of course not." Ruffalo raised his voice. "I know better than you who we are facing, kid. You have no idea how much trouble you have gotten yourself into, and you have no idea how powerful the people involved are. I know what you are most concerned about, and I can give you the answer now. Yes, these photos are very valuable. As long as they are real, they are worth at least millions or even tens of millions! "

"As long as they are real?" Hart frowned as if he had heard something.

"Yes, as long as they are real." Ruffalo stood up and moved closer to him. "I've said it before, you have no idea how powerful they, or he, the media mogul, are! You should be glad that the right thing to do so far was to come to me instead of contacting those tabloids. They can't afford the price, and they will only make things worse, or even leak the news! "

Hart's face paled quite a bit after he spoke in one breath, and he no longer looked as proud as before. Only then did Ruffalo sit back down. "That's why I asked you if you have any clearer photos. I've been dealing with him for a long time, and I know very well how powerful he is. If he doesn't have irrefutable evidence, it'll be very difficult for him to admit defeat."

As he spoke, he picked up the photos and waved them. "These look pretty clear, but even I can think of a hundred reasons why they are fake, let alone Adrian Kewell!"

"But …" Hart was a little depressed. "I accidentally trespassed on that beach, a private beach, and the camera I brought with me wasn't the best … D * mn it, if I had known that I would see such a situation, I would have brought the best tools, not … With so many photos, I can't deny all of them, can I?"

"You just said that you trespassed on private property without permission, so even if you get paid, you probably won't have anything to spend it on." Ruffalo's words made him give up his thoughts.

"Then … what should I do?" Hart breathed heavily. Clearly, he wasn't going to give up.

"Go home first and think about it. See if you can develop some photos of higher quality, even if it's just a few. Then find a safe place to hide your backup photos, whether it's in a bank safe or any other place. Don't tell anyone, including me. Next, I'll talk to the editor-in-chief of several other newspapers. If there's no other solid evidence, the Los Angeles Times alone won't be enough to compete with Adriaan. I need their help. "Ruffalo paused here, then handed a few different business cards to Hart.

"Here are the business cards of the editor-in-chief of the New York Times and the Washington Post. If you think it's necessary, you can talk to them in person, but remember to keep it confidential. One of the keys to this matter is confidentiality, understand?" Ruffalo said solemnly. "Also, there's one for me. Remember to keep in touch with me."

"Thank you, Mr. Ruffalo." Hart stood up gratefully. "I'll try my best to think of a way."

"I look forward to your good news." Ruffalo also stood up quietly and watched him leave. After Luther closed the door, he opened the blinds with his fingers and looked at them for a long time, then turned around and nodded. Only then did he quickly open the bottom drawer of his desk, take out a very old but still very new phone, and make a call.

"Hello, Miss Trump, this is Mark Ruffalo." Although he knew that the other side couldn't see him, he still subconsciously showed a flattering smile. "I have an A + + situation to report to Mr. Kewell."