Awoke immediately from YY, only to see—wow! It was actually his beautiful idol who, while he was distracted, had slipped out from a corner of the car and grabbed a pair of tweezers, firmly clamping down on his penis. "Oh my goodness! Oh my!" David Borl cried out, trembling, and quickly signaled to the five armed mercenaries standing beside him. But Daina was brave—she bit her lip and exerted strength. "Oh my gosh!" David Borl gasped, now stunned, staring in disbelief at the beautiful woman firmly holding his shaft with the tweezers. Whether or not he was enjoying the treatment was something only he knew. "David! Don't blame me! It was you who pushed me to do this! If you so much as move a hair of Gao Liang's, I'll choke you to death!" As soon as Daina spoke, David Borl immediately waved his hands helplessly, signaling the five mercenaries to stop. And David Bor was quite cunning—he endured the pain, reaching with one hand to something at his waist. Soon, a fragrance filled the air. Diamanda smelled it instantly and felt her strength drain; the clamp holding David Bor’s shaft slowly loosened. Her scalp tingled, her body grew heavy, and finally, she collapsed limply onto the vehicle. David Bor’s shaft had been clipped, with a puncture, blood flowing steadily. Enraged and embarrassed, David Bor drew a pistol from his waist and aimed it at the unconscious Diamanda—but hesitated, unable to pull the trigger. Damn, such a beautiful woman—killing her with a single shot would be a great loss. He wanted to enjoy himself thoroughly while she was still out cold. David Bor was now thoroughly flushed with desire. He had his staff hastily wrap up the injury on his shaft and that was that. His hands, now restless, began to reach out, murmuring in admiration: "Diamanda, my goddess!" Now, you're mine! Haha! You're mine!" As David Porcari's hand hovered just three centimeters away from Diamant's, a bullet whistled by, straight on, striking precisely David's palm. A large, bright red hole appeared in the center of his palm, and blood gushed out, flooding the ground. "Move! Move! What are you all waiting for?" David Porcari shouted at the five armed mercenaries, who had just been signaled by him to hold their fire—now standing motionless, like spectators, watching the drama unfold between David and Diamant, completely forgetting their own mission. Suddenly regaining his composure, he glanced back—good heavens! The A886 sports car he had been aiming for was now only fifty meters behind the Lincoln, almost tailgating it. "Bing bing bing bing bing!" Five mercenaries opened fire on A886. "Ding ding ding ding!" The bullets struck the steel plates—something they never expected. Our high-light had designed a bullet-resistant glass wall as a backup, and it proved invaluable at the crucial moment. As for High-Light himself, his Poly-Sense sight was far more precise than any rifle's scanning scope. "Bing!" he fired a shot with his AK-47. "Ah!" One of the mercenaries in the Lincoln extended vehicle was hit—sending the others into shock. David Borl was especially furious, his face lengthening with anger. After all, the Lincoln was a bullet-resistant vehicle—bullets could only enter through the front window. But that was impossible, since High-Light's vehicle was positioned behind. Yet, precisely what seemed impossible, High-Light managed to achieve. Who is Gao Liang? Lao Zi is the divine king of the universe, the god of light, already transcending ordinary mortals. With his gathering-eye, Gao Liang observed the angle of the shooting and precisely calculated the direction of the bullet's refraction. Since steel pillars lined both sides of the road, when Gao Liang fired at the steel pillar in front of the Lincoln sedan, the bullet naturally rebounded—this rebound force remained powerful. As evidenced by the fact that David Pol's palm was pierced by a blood hole from the refracted bullet, Gao Liang surpassed even the most skilled archers among the gods. The second bullet struck the hired soldier squarely in the chest, and after struggling briefly, he fell dead. "Quick! Quick! Use the rocket launchers and mortars!" David Pol urgently wanted to end Gao Liang's life immediately and issued the order right away. The remaining four hired soldiers immediately aimed their rocket launchers and mortars at Gao Liang behind. "Boom! Boom! Boom!" Three thunderous crashes, and my A886 premium sports car took a direct hit—clouds of smoke shrouded half the sky, flames erupted, and the entire vehicle was reduced to ashes. "Haha! Gao Liang! You're dead! I've won!" David Borl laughed wildly. The four mercenaries believed Gaoang was certain to die and each received a ten-thousand-dollar bonus from David Borl, now leisurely smoking, completely relaxed and unsuspecting. Motorcycles are ideal for navigating poor road conditions—just moments ago, our vehicle, A886, was heavily shelled. Yet, Gaoang had already jumped out of the car three seconds before the shelling began and escaped unharmed. Meanwhile, he had taken over a motorcycle from a pedestrian, spilled a stack of cash, and promptly pursued. "No! No! David!" No matter how urgently Dreamna pleaded, David Borl became increasingly indulgent, removing his shirt with passionate flair, revealing the unsightly hair on his chest, and swiftly unbuttoning his pants. Dreamna quickly covered her eyes with both hands, trembling with fear and helplessness, so terrified that she would rather die than be treated with disrespect by David Borl. Don't hesitate—press urgently against the window, extending half your body. But David Bor is clever—he grabs Madam Demetra's crystal high heels, and she feels utterly desperate. Just then, the motorcycle rider raises his hand, and "Ah!"—a nail pierces David Bor's eye, and each of the four tobacco-smoking mercenaries also takes a nail, leaving them half-blind. While David Bor clutches his eyes, shouting in pain and releasing his grip, Huang Li smoothly lifts Demetra off the vehicle. Under the strong, warm support of Huang Li's broad and powerful hand, Demetra feels safe and secure. The woman sits on the back of the motorcycle, and as Huang Li accelerates, they swiftly move forward.