Bloody Romance: I, the big troublemaker, Zhong Yuemin!

The two foreign women spoke haltingly in Chinese, managing only a few simple words:

“Mr. Kunta…let us…serve you…”

Zhong Yuemin understood that this was both a "generous gift" from Kunta and a subtle test. These two beautiful and hot women in front of him were at his beck and call; it would be a lie to say he wasn't tempted.

But he was even more afraid of getting sick. Damn it, in drug lord territory, the most common way to control these women was to get them involved with that stuff. God knows how many people they've already had "deep exchanges" with.

He dared not touch them, but if he simply kicked them out, it would inevitably arouse Kunta's suspicion.

A thought suddenly struck him, and he had an idea.

"Come, you two."

He pointed to the bed.

"Lie down first, let's... warm up first."

"what?"

The two foreign women were puzzled, but they still lay down as instructed, their eyes filled with confusion and professional allure.

"Sir, this is...?"

"I see that you both have dark circles under your eyes and look tired. I'm afraid you might have some kidney deficiency."

Zhong Yuemin spoke with a straight face and an air of importance, saying that men and women... have many affairs and are equally prone to this problem. "Let me massage your feet first to help you get better."

"Massage?"

Having been in this line of work for so long, every man who sees them is eager to devour them whole. This is the first time.

A moment later, the room was filled with the heart-wrenching screams of two foreign women.

It's all in foreign languages.

……

The night was completely still, but the sound shattered the silence of the entire plantation, and could probably be heard from miles away.

In the next room, Zhu Long and Zhou Changli looked at each other with strange expressions.

Zhu Long smacked his lips:

"Brother Zhong is really carefree... He still has the mind to play this at a critical moment?"

Zhou Changli was silent for a moment, then he understood and said considerately, "Don't overthink it. This is Kunta testing us. If Brother Zhong doesn't 'show his appreciation,' he'll be exposed. There's no other way but to make a bigger fuss."

Meanwhile, in Kunta's house.

Kunta leaned against the headboard shirtless, covered in cold sweat, breathing heavily, and with a sickly flush on his face. Years of drug use and debauchery had long since drained his body.

The foreign woman lying next to him was no less beautiful or shapely than the two women who had been given to Zhong Yuemin, yet she wasn't sweating at all, her breathing was steady, and her eyes even carried a hint of unfulfilled resentment.

The commotion outside grew louder and louder, and Kunta grew increasingly irritated. His anger flared, and he kicked the woman.

"roll!"

The foreign woman panicked and slipped out, wrapped herself in her clothes, and ran away.

Kunta spat, panting and cursing:

"Damn it... youth is a blessing."

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The next morning, the two foreign women left unsteadily. Strangely, although they were unsteady on their feet, their complexions were rosy and they looked much better than when they arrived.

When Zhu Long and Zhou Changli entered the room, Zhong Yuemin was leaning against the headboard with his eyes closed, resting. Seeing his tired expression, the two couldn't help but worry.

"Brother, are you... alright?"

He wondered to himself: Are foreign women really that amazing? Brother Zhong has many female confidantes and is usually very adept at handling relationships, so how did he fall for these two?

Little did we know, your Brother Zhong really did give those two foreign girls a full-on massage last night. They're tall, big-boned, and quite fleshy; his arms were aching, no wonder he was exhausted!

"fine."

Zhong Yuemin waved his hand, opened his eyes, and his expression had returned to clarity. "Tell the brothers to be on their guard these next few days and keep their mouths shut."

"clear."

Two more days passed, and on the morning of the third day, a letter finally arrived from Kunta.

"Mr. Li, we apologize for the poor hospitality and for keeping you waiting."

Kunta greeted him with a smile, his attitude much warmer than before.

"Mr. Quinta is too kind."

Zhong Yuemin smiled and agreed.

"The two you sent were indeed quite delicious. Although I've tried Western food in Hong Kong, this kind of wild flavor has a unique charm."

"Hahaha!"

Kunta laughed loudly and patted Zhong Yuemin on the shoulder forcefully. "Mr. Li, it seems we are kindred spirits. We can exchange ideas more often in the future. Today, I'll trouble you to come with me to meet Mr. Shawan."

"Okay, please lead the way."

Zhong Yuemin knew that the other party had passed their "test".

Several Toyota SUVs led the way, driving towards a nearby town, and finally stopping outside a private estate. The tall iron gate was tightly closed, and guards stood guard outside. The soldiers, armed with guns, had sharp eyes. After a thorough inspection, the convoy was finally allowed to enter.

The manor's interior features winding, tree-lined paths with guard posts every few meters, and patrols constantly moving back and forth. Without exception, all are armed to the teeth, maintaining a tight security perimeter. As expected of the second-in-command of the Khun Sa Group, this security is even more stringent than national-level security.

After driving for five or six minutes, we stopped in front of a villa. There was a fountain at the entrance, with a stone koi carp in the center looking up at the sky and spitting out a clear arc.

As everyone got out of the car and entered the gate, a minor conflict broke out between the guards and Zhong Yuemin's mercenaries. Weapons were not allowed inside and had to be disarmed.

The mercenaries naturally refused.

Quinta stepped in to smooth things over:

"Mr. Li, please have your men hand over the weapons to them. It's the rule, please cooperate."

Zhong Yuemin pondered for a moment, then nodded and gestured behind him.

The dozen or so mercenaries reluctantly handed over their weapons. The group was finally able to enter the villa.

The villa's interior was truly opulent; the floors, walls, and ceilings were all gleaming with gold, whether applied with gold powder or gold leaf, it was dazzling to the eye.

It's undeniably luxurious, but it reeks of nouveau riche gaudiness.

Upon reaching the second floor and entering a spacious reception room, Zhong Yuemin finally met Sha Wang, the second-in-command of the Khun Sa Group.

Unlike Kunta, who was a dark-skinned, thin, and wiry farmer, this Mr. Shawang was much more prosperous, with unnaturally fair skin and a round beer belly.

His neck, wrists, and fingers were adorned with gold chains, gold bracelets, and gold rings; even the chain hanging from his belt to his pocket was a heavy gold piece.

It seems this person has a deep-seated preference for gold.

Kunta stepped forward and introduced them in a low voice. Zhong Yuemin sat down opposite Shawan, a composed smile on his face. He was about to start exchanging pleasantries when…

Across from him, Shawang suddenly spoke, his voice low but sharp as ice:

"You've got some nerve... daring to impersonate a drug dealer and come here to make a deal."

As he spoke, he leaned forward slightly, his narrow eyes fixed intently on Zhong Yuemin:

"Are they cops from China?"

Before the words were even finished, footsteps echoed all around!

Dozens of armed soldiers suddenly emerged from the shadows and outside the door, their dark gun barrels sweeping across the room, surrounding Zhong Yuemin and his group.