"Ah!"
As Chu Shiyuan moaned, the Iron Pestle broke through layers of resistance, reaching the depths of the Abyss.
Riding on her peach-like voluptuous backside, Lin Fan's gaze was profoundly contemplative.
"Why... if we don't create chaos... how do we catch Zhao Chuanchun!"
Enduring Lin Fan's in and out torment, Chu Shiyuan couldn't help but ask.
"If it were just to capture Zhao Chuanchun, we could send down a team of Armed Police to quell the chaos directly, knowing full well he's become a tumor, yet letting him remain untouchable for decades."
