Gare didn't know that the mantis was catching the cicada, while the oriole waited behind—behind his vehicle, another van was tailing him, but at a greater distance, so that Gare failed to notice. The scene shifted to the Lincoln bulletproof extended van. Daina, her hands bound, was pushed in front of a man, whose lips curled into a satisfied, lecherly smile. The black cloth covering her eyes was removed, and as soon as Daina recognized the man before her, she exclaimed, "David Bor! You're base! You're shameless! Release me at once!" "Hah! Hah! Hah! Why should I release you? Oh, look at you—getting more radiant by the day!" David Bor extended his hands, reaching for Daina's ample chest. Daina struggled backward, and soon her body leaned out of the window, her golden hair swaying in the wind. In an incidental movement, her head turned back, and she caught sight of my A886 convertible, its bright eyes meeting hers. Dai Mengna quickly shook her head, urging Huang Light to hold on—five armed Blackwater assassins were all pointing their guns at him, and as soon as Huang moved, they would combine to fire and eliminate him. Dai could only communicate through gestures, and Huang understood them well, realizing there were eight people on the Lincoln, along with a large supply of weapons such as rocket launchers and hand grenades—no sudden moves were possible. At this moment, David Borl on the Lincoln had grown impatient—he wanted to enjoy some intimate time with the woman. Soon, Borl pushed Dai down onto the sofa cushion, like a starving wolf rushing toward his prey. "David Borl! David Borl! Don't rush! I'm not going anywhere! Oh my goodness! It hurts! It hurts so much!" Now Dai realized she couldn't simply collide with Borl—she had to think strategically, because Huang was still behind her! A satisfied smile spread across David Borl's face. How could he have bound her so tightly if she had already shown such insight? So, he personally untied her. He then offered a tempting incentive to Demona, handing her a contract and warmly declaring, "My noble Princess! As long as you agree to follow me, I will assign half of the family assets of Mobil Oil to your name—signed and effective! How does that sound? I am someone who keeps his word!" He truly knelt before her, clearly demonstrating his genuine affection. Yet, at this moment, Demona's heart remained firmly occupied—by our protagonist, Gao Liang. "I know you're still hesitating," he said. "I don't want to pressure you. I truly care about you. I know Gao Liang has some real talent. But look at this news item!" Our company has already incurred a $3 billion loss—no, the losses are actually growing. It's said that both the Chinese government and the U.S. government have now issued directives for restructuring, setting a final deadline: if we can't repay our outstanding debts within one month, we'll be completely ruined! One month? That's utterly impossible. The winter of the economic crisis hasn't even passed. No matter how strong David Borl's capabilities are, he simply can't revive the company in just one month! You'll be living in luxury, enjoying prosperity, and your family will thrive—haha!" As David Borl spoke with growing emotion, he reached out to grasp Daina's delicate hand. Daina, startled, withdrew her hand, clutched her chest tightly, and turned to David Borl, pleading, "David Borl! Please, please let me go! We can be friends!" "Hmph! After all this talk, you still care about that young man? I've known all along that he's been watching you closely, assessing your attitude—your refusal to follow me. Well, then, I'll make that young man vanish quickly!" David Borl's veins stood out, his face blazing with murderous intensity as he addressed the five armed Blackwater mercenaries: "Get ready to move! Take out the one behind!" "No! David Borl! No! Please, I beg of you—save him! Save him!" Daina pleaded, knowing that these five armed mercenaries were among the very best, capable of executing special missions under any circumstances. "Hah! Hah! You've finally backed down! In truth, his life is in your hands. He's just an ant—easy prey for me to squash! As long as you, the human being, follow me and become my cherished woman, I'll guarantee everything—everything! Truly! If I don't have you, David Borl, I'd rather die! Because, do you know? I've secretly admired you for eight years! Eight years—what does that mean? Every night, I dream of spending time with you..." "David!" "Enough!" Dana quickly interrupted David Bor's words. Of course, she knew that as a public icon in the United States, many men were deeply enchanted by her image of a pure, youthful beauty—she was sensual and graceful, yet never frivolous, always exuding grace and dignity. In her professional life, she had achieved remarkable success, and since becoming the official brand ambassador for the "Need for Speed" game at Electronic Arts, her popularity had surged steadily, earning her the title of America's top brand ambassador. However, the timing was unfortunate. She had been poised for a meteoric rise and a brilliant career trajectory—yet precisely at this moment, the economic crisis struck, affecting companies across the nation. While Dana hadn't reaped substantial financial rewards, she remained firmly in the public consciousness. Every man in the country would never forget her role as the wise, elegant goddess in the "Need for Speed" game. Naturally, Diamanda, this public icon, has become an idol in the hearts of men across the United States. Her admirers flock to her in droves—reportedly, 68 new fans are added worldwide every second. David Borl is one such devoted fan, which explains why David Borl is so passionate about our heroine, Diamanda, even going to any lengths to win her over. At this moment, David Borl is in a state of intense fervor, transformed into a passionate, almost wild creature, driven by an unrelenting desire. His passion is so strong that he's practically consumed by it—watching his beautiful idol, his erect penis has already risen high above his body. He can't wait anymore. He's willing to make such sacrifices simply to experience intimacy with his celebrity idol—indeed, to enjoy it forever. "No! David! No! Please! Listen to me—will you?" The more Diamanda cries out in refusal and pleads, the more triumphant David Borl becomes. In his mind, he's imagining: if he finally achieves intimacy with his beautiful idol, will that very act of surrender make him even more exhilarating and deeply satisfying? Before David Borl's eyes, Diana appeared in the graceful, surrendering pose, beneath him, her every movement alluring and captivating. As David Borl was lost in his mental imagery, his penis suddenly got compressed by something, causing so much pain that he nearly cried.