Explosions echoed through the jungle, resembling the destructive operations of military aircraft during the Vietnam War.
Anyone present would be utterly astonished, for these deafening roars, no less deafening than bombs, had continued for a full hour.
Finally, the sounds subsided.
In the center of the battleground, amidst the shattered trees and craters, lay a tall, dark figure. His clothes were torn to shreds, revealing his massive, fleshy penis, which lay sprawled between his legs like a donkey's phallus. Unfortunately, it wasn't stained with the lustful nectar of a vagina, but rather with the filthy, decaying soil of the primeval forest.
He had been defeated, as the renowned War Queen Tang Lanyan remained undefeated in battles against enhanced superhumans.
James suffered multiple fractures, one arm twisted grotesquely, and his dark, muscular body was covered in countless marks, mostly small, dented fist marks, resembling the patterns of a meteorite struck into a metal vessel. Clearly, in the clash of steel against steel, James had been utterly defeated.
Just then, light footsteps sounded, and above the crater appeared a lithe, slender, and curvaceous body. A thick, black ponytail stained with soil adorned her hair. Her top, made of some unknown material, was only slightly torn, still covering her full, firm breasts. A tear at the waist revealed a fair, well-defined waist with prominent muscles that didn't overshadow her figure.
Her lower body clothing was made of a rather ordinary material, likely military jungle trousers hastily donned for the jungle expedition. Severely damaged in the fierce battle, they revealed long, powerful, white legs. The smooth, porcelain-like skin bore fine scars, yet these did not detract from their perfection; rather, they resembled Amazonian medals, enhancing their untamed, wild beauty, like a female leopard.
"You lost…" Tang Lanyan lightly leaped to the bottom of the pit, crouching slightly, instantly revealing the lithe S-shaped curves of her waist and hips, and the long, powerful muscles of her legs.
The black man's battered body twitched, he coughed, a trickle of blood escaping from the corner of his mouth. His eyes darted around, and he raised his neck, straining to speak in a hoarse voice: "You… are indeed powerful… cough cough, your Chinese martial arts… have indeed surpassed… my fighting spirit and boxing."
"However, you and… Li Zhi… Yu… will not… have a good…" The black man, James, uttered this, a mocking smile appearing on his face, seemingly knowing he was doomed and unwilling to say another word.
Although Tang Lanyan had the ability to force the other party to talk, she didn't have the time for interrogation right now. She simply frowned and asked one last question—the one she most wanted to know: "Where did you get your electric ability from?"
The other party's ability to release electricity had caused her considerable trouble; her body still felt slightly numb and sore, sustained only by her strong will and physical abilities. In fact, the greatest weakness of enhancement types was electricity. After capturing enhancement-type superhumans, they were all invariably paralyzed and restrained with electricity. That's why Tang Lanyan was so concerned about this question.
Unexpectedly, James chose to answer, grinning maliciously: "Of course… someone… gave it to me… specifically… to deal with you."
"Who?" Lanyan pressed.
James chuckled, "That's for you... to guess... cough cough..." He stopped mid-sentence, coughing repeatedly. In the fierce battle, his Lv4 "Iron Body" had been relentlessly shattered by Tang Lanyan's punches, leaving countless marks on his body—marks of utter destruction. His dense, metallic structure had been almost completely shattered, and his internal organs were injured.
However, although he appeared utterly wretched and incapacitated, for a Lv4 enhanced superhuman, it wasn't actually a fatal injury.
Tang Lanyan, also a Lv4 enhanced superhuman with an Iron Body, understood this perfectly. Therefore, she had no intention of letting James off so easily. She had to personally end her powerful enemy's life before the battle could truly be considered over.
Just as Tang Lanyan, enduring the numbness in her body, was about to step forward and end the man's life, the roar of a jeep suddenly came from the nearby jungle. With her keen hearing, Tang Lanyan could also hear the cacophony of shouts in the local language.
Anyone operating in this area was, without exception, a fully armed drug cartel warlord. And James, upon hearing the sound, began to struggle. Tang Lanyan frowned. Although she usually didn't care about these warlords, their appearance was too coincidental, and her current state was unfavorable…
She could only glance at the black man's ecstatic eyes before turning and leaving without looking back.
She didn't want to get entangled with these people now, because she felt as if an invisible net was closing in on her, with mysterious changes she couldn't understand. Tang Lanyan felt uneasy about this, and she didn't believe such coincidences were only targeting her.
Therefore, she had to leave the jungle as soon as possible, contact Zhi Ran, and confirm their safety. As for the mission?
"If someone treats me like a national hero, I will repay them with the same respect. But if they are filled with calculation and malice, then only an iron fist can retaliate!"
Meanwhile, in Shanghai.
In a smoothly moving Maybach, a long, slender leg clad in black stockings stretched forward. From the shin to the instep, it displayed an almost perfectly flattened curve, yet the smooth instep showed no prominent veins, perfectly rounded and smooth. The black stockings revealed a pale pink hue of skin, accompanied by a faint, intoxicating fragrance.
Qin Yan's breathing became heavy. He carefully lifted the jade-like foot, seemingly never having removed a woman's high heels before. He felt somewhat at a loss. Xue Tang chuckled softly, her soft, white arm reaching down, her slender fingers gently hooking the heel of the shoe at the ankle. The high heel deftly separated, and instantly, the black lotus-like jade foot was gracefully revealed before Qin Yan's eyes.
Perhaps from walking, her soles and toes were slightly damp. The thin stockings clung to her tender skin, revealing an alluring, soft pink hue. Her delicate toes, arranged evenly from largest to smallest, resembled pinkish-red grapes curled together, exuding a captivating fragrance.
Qin Yan's large hand grasped Xue Tang's ankle, so smooth and slippery. As he gently caressed it, the beauty let out an unconscious moan, igniting a small flame of desire within Qin Yan.
This woman is too alluring…
His large hand enveloped her slender, delicate foot. Although Xue Tang's foot appeared long and graceful, it was smaller than his hand, so narrow that it could be easily held in one hand. Whether kneading or caressing it, it felt like a piece of fragrant, soft jade, an exquisite sensation that he couldn't bear to let go.
Xue Tang leaned languidly against the sofa, letting out a lazy moan like a kitten, as if the accumulated soreness in her delicate feet was being released in the man's hot, large hands.
Seeing this, I felt inexplicably jealous. My fists clenched slightly, and I had an urge to fly up and punch Qin Yan away.
However, I didn't know what reason I could have for doing so, because theoretically… Qin Yan and I were the same—just Xue Tang's bodyguards.
Suddenly, Xue Tang's slender foot slipped from the man's grasp, like a fish swimming away.