"Dirty white stockings, slowly being peeled off..."
Humming a tune, Zhu Xuejun walked towards a greenery belt.
Not far behind him, several guards were on duty, but when Zhu Xuejun turned his head and glared at them, the soldiers immediately averted their gaze and even took a couple of steps forward.
"Idiots, no discernment at all, no wonder you can only be Big Head soldiers..."
Zhu Xuejun snorted coldly, then slowly strolled closer to the greenery belt, ready to unzip.
"With that tiny mouth, to serve... Mm!"
Just then, a hand suddenly reached out from the dark branches, grabbed his neck accurately, and yanked him forward.
The immense force prevented him from making any sound.
Zhu Xuejun's eyes bulged as he struggled to reach for the pistol strapped to his waist.
But before he could draw the gun, a sudden sharp pain shot up from his groin.
"Ow..."
The scream was completely stuck in his throat, Zhu Xuejun's body convulsed, then he rolled his eyes back and fainted decisively.
