He was surrounded by two sexy beauties. One of them peeled the skin of a grape and handed it to him to eat. The other beauty stood behind him and massaged his shoulders.
"Silver Mask King, you seem to be unlucky today. You've lost money again."
The two beauties spoke coquettishly, even rubbing their full breasts against his body.
Xuan Ying, who was surrounded by beauties, threw the cards on the table and cursed, "F * ck, I'm so unlucky!"
"Everyone, look who I've brought!" The CEO shouted excitedly.
Hearing the voice, Xuan Ying lifted his eyes, his glassy eyes sweeping over, landing on her beautiful face.
Their eyes met and Feng Lingxue froze. She hadn't expected to bump into him here.
She subconsciously gripped the pearl bag in her hands, the card that Gu Mohan had given her was still in her bag.
She was going for the hymen repair surgery tomorrow, so she couldn't have sex tonight.
Xuan Ying brought the cigar to his lips and took a puff before slowly exhaling. Amidst the smoke, his eagle-like gaze landed on the bag in her hands.
He nonchalantly smoked his cigarette and looked down at her little actions with a condescending attitude.
— -Wow, isn't this Feng Lingxue from Ah Jiao's Room?
— -The other time at President Zhu's engagement party, we saw Miss Feng's pole dancing, it was really amazing.
— -Miss Feng, let's be friends.
One of the CEO walked over impatiently, stretching his hand out to touch Feng Lingxue's cold face.
Feng Lingxue didn't evade, her cold eyes landing on the CEO's chubby face. She moved her red lips. "There are so many men who want to be friends with me, who do you think you are?"
The CEO froze, his face instantly darkening.
— -Haha, CEO Zhang, you're overestimating yourself. Feng Lingxue is the top hostess of Ah Jiao's Room, she's only acquainted with the rich and powerful. Why would she want to be friends with you?
Mr. Zhang's expression became extremely ferocious. He cursed in an unpleasant tone, "Bah, you prostitute. Why are you acting so arrogant?"
The other men burst out laughing, their lascivious gazes landing on Feng Lingxue, wanting nothing more than to strip her of her clothes. "President Zhang, are you angry? Don't be angry, Feng Lingxue has the right to be arrogant. I heard that even her small hands can make a man feel so comfortable."
"But it's a pity that Feng Lingxue doesn't like you. You won't be able to enjoy her in this lifetime."
These men kept trying to provoke President Zhang. Indeed, President Zhang's neck had turned red. He glared at Feng Lingxue, rolled up his sleeves and charged forward. "I don't believe that I can't deal with a b * tch today!" Feng Lingxue was a little angry.
President Zhang grabbed Feng Lingxue's collar, tugging it forcefully. Two buttons popped open, revealing her delicate skin.
"F * ck!"
One of the men cursed under his breath. Feng Lingxue's jade-like skin made their eyes burn with desire.
President Zhang swung Feng Lingxue forcefully, causing her to fall onto the mahjong table. The cards on the table fell onto the ground.
Because she was lying on her stomach, the curve of her butt was extremely alluring.
"I want to taste how it feels to be a living goddess!" President Zhang reached out to tug on his belt.
Feng Lingxue lay on the mahjong table. She slowly lifted her eyes, there was a tall figure sitting in front of her. It was Xuan Ying.
Xuan Ying didn't say a word, he just smoked his cigar lazily, watching her being humiliated by these men.
He didn't care about it at all, it was more like he was watching a show.
The beauty beside him brought a grape to his lips, speaking coquettishly, "Silver Mask King, this Feng Lingxue is so pitiful. Why don't you save her?"
Xuan Ying glanced sideways, swallowing the grape. He gave a low laugh. "Why should I save her?"
"I think she's quite pretty, her chest is really big too."
Xuan Ying narrowed his eyes, swallowing the grape in his mouth. His gaze shifted downwards, noticing that two buttons on Feng Lingxue's collar were undone, revealing her cleavage. His lips curved into a devilish smile. "She's not bad."
"Silver Mask King, do you want to do it? We'll let you do it first, we'll do it after you've enjoyed it." The few presidents tried to please him.
Xuan Ying took a puff of his cigar, not saying a word.
At this moment, President Zhang couldn't wait any longer. "Silver Mask King, if you don't want it, I'll do it first!"
President Zhang pressed Feng Lingxue down, stretching his hand out to tug on her skirt.
Feng Lingxue retracted her gaze, her fair hand creeping forward to touch his ashtray.
She suddenly turned around and smashed the ashtray in her hand onto Mr. Zhang's head.
"Ah!"
Director Zhang let out a blood-curdling scream as a large amount of blood flowed down from the top of his head.
The air was filled with the stench of blood.
President Zhang slumped onto the carpet, pointing at Feng Lingxue. "You b * tch, how dare you hit me?!"
The other men exchanged glances, all of them walking forward with evil intentions. One of them held Feng Lingxue's shoulders, taking the opportunity to touch her bare skin. Her skin felt like silk, it was indescribable.
"Miss Feng, you're in the wrong. How could you hit someone?"
Feng Lingxue glanced sideways at the man. "Scram!"
Raising her hand, she smashed the bloody ashtray onto the man.
The men were already prepared. A few of them walked forward, snatching the ashtray away and kicking it.
Feng Lingxue felt a sharp pain in her knees, she knelt down on the ground.
Lowering her eyes, she saw a pair of black military boots. She knelt beside Xuan Ying.
The bloody ashtray fell, a drop of blood splattered on his military boots.
"Ah, why did you dirty Silver Mask King's shoes?" A pretty lady exclaimed.
"Silver Mask King, we're sorry, we'll wipe it for you now."
A man bent down to wipe Xuan Ying's shoes, smiling apologetically. "Silver Mask King, since you're not interested in Feng Lingxue, we'll teach her a lesson."
The cigar in Xuan Ying's hand was almost burnt out. A pretty lady brought a new ashtray over, he tapped on the cigar with his finger, the ash falling into the ashtray.
He was the king of this luxurious room, deciding everyone's life and death.
"Hurry up and drag Feng Lingxue away."
The men exchanged glances, wanting to drag Feng Lingxue away. They had really struck it rich today, they could play with this beauty for free.
Someone was coming to drag her away. Feng Lingxue knew that if she was dragged away, she would definitely be gang-raped.
She slowly stretched out her hand, tugging on Xuan Ying's trousers.
She held the high-quality trousers tightly in her hands, lowered her head, and kowtowed to him.
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