Hmph! Action tonight! Luc Bel is meticulously staging a scene—everything has been pre-arranged. As a world-renowned director, he's helmed over a dozen acclaimed films and has resorted to such underhanded tactics to humiliate countless actresses. Typically, the actresses are asleep in the evening, and Luc Bel moves the portable wall to enter their rooms, where he then begins his assault. These actresses can only endure, as they're at crucial stages of their careers—how could an actor possibly say no to their superior director? Precisely this endurance allows Luc Bel to grow bolder and more brazen. Now, Luc Bel is beginning to move the portable wall, his face glowing with sensuality. He seems to envision the Eastern beauty pleading for mercy under his dominance, while he himself, like a wild beast, relentlessly conquers her. Amid all his reveries, a sudden cry of shock. It was during the bath that Dong Jiao spotted him, immediately wrapping herself in her bathrobe and curling into a tight ball. The scent of Dong Jiao's body filled the bathroom, and Lu Ke Bei, inhaling it, felt as though a starving wolf had caught the aroma of lamb—fresh, rich, and inviting. Like a wild, frenzied wolf, he charged straight at her. Dong Jiao was terrified, darting away like a sparrow, calling out in alarm, "Help! Help! A lustful wolf is making advances on me! Help!" As Dong Jiao rushed out of the bathroom to open the front door, she found it stubbornly locked. Lu Ke Bei followed close behind, eyes gleaming with admiration, saying, "Just keep shouting! You should know this room has the finest soundproof glass, and the lock is electronic—my keys are right here!" He waved the keys in front of her. Dong Jiao was utterly shaken, never imagining that the usually refined director could be so crude and unscrupulous. Everything is just a façade. No matter how clever a wolf may pretend to be a sheep, it can never escape its inherent greed to devour the sheep. Moreover, consider Lukabel—the very wolf of lust—who has, through unwritten rules or underhanded tactics, ruined countless female actresses. Dong Jiao is utterly devastated. These days, filming has been exhausting, and she hasn’t had a proper rest—now, startled by what’s happening, she suddenly falters and collapses. Lukabel approaches Dong Jiao, who lies motionless on the ground, his eyes gleaming with lust. "Ha! Finally, I've bagged a lovely young beauty!" he exclaims, laughing with such confidence that his hands, which have been lingering, now reach out to gently stroke her full breasts. "There’s no beauty I can’t handle. No matter how pure and innocent you may seem, you’ll eventually end up beneath my thighs! Hmph. To achieve fame, one must go through the unwritten rules—only after being 'handled' by me can one truly rise to stardom. Take Heidi, for instance—she’s been 'handled' countless times before she became a top-tier actress!" Lü Kebeil rapidly unbuttoned his clothes and trousers as he spoke, while Dong Jiao, lying on the ground, wept steadily, her tears flowing like a steady stream. She was in pain—indeed, for these days, her heart had been bleeding steadily, and she had been deeply unhappy. When Dong Jiao felt utterly hopeless, when Lü Kebeil was about to assert his dominance, a sudden crash rang out—the door was struck open. A man burst in, followed by another man. The latter said, "Boss! Miss Second Lady should be living right here!" It was Gao Liang! Was it really him? Dong Jiao struggled to awaken from her daze, her eyes fixed on this man—both familiar and yet strangely new. Gao Liang’s gaze was sharp and piercing. In one glance, he saw Lü Kebeil’s soiled hand poised to reach for the inviting chest of Dong Jiao’s Second Lady. How could a woman of such standing allow another to lay claim to her? Heaven itself had been angered. A large, strong hand, like an eagle grasping a chick, lifted Lukeber effortlessly and tossed him with ease. Lukeber’s massive body crashed into the chandelier suspended above. "Oh! Oh my goodness! Oh!" His head made direct contact with the tempered glass of the chandelier, sending him into a wail of pain. That wasn’t the worst part—what really mattered was that the chandelier itself was knocked down, completely enveloping Lukeber’s body. With a loud thud, the heavy chandelier struck him squarely, sending him crashing to the floor from the ceiling. Blood poured from him in streams. Four of his front teeth were knocked out—three from the upper jaw and one from the lower. Blood stained the floor, a large blood blister the size of a ping-pong ball formed on his forehead, his face was severely deformed and twisted, and his eyes were swollen like panda eyes—terrifyingly so. With a powerful kick to his face, Lükeberl kept pleading for mercy, shouting, "Don't blame me! All of this was because you pushed me to do it!" When Lükeberl's pleas fell short, he gritted his teeth and pressed a button on his body. Soon, five imposing white men appeared outside the door, looking fierce and threatening. They each held electric poles. Lükeberl urged them urgently, "Quick! Quick—hang this man up!" Together, the five men launched electric poles at Gao Liang, who skillfully dodged and weaved, his body remarkably agile—each pole merely brushing the air. Working in unison, they never missed. They roared like lions, drawing swords from their waists, one hand gripping the electric poles and the other holding the swords, completely encircling Gao Liang. Due to the small room, the combat became cramped; Gao Liang was trapped, unable to move freely, and could only parry—having no strength to counterattack. A tall white man launched a Western sword straight toward Dong Jiao, who lay on the ground. Gao Liang immediately reached out to intercept—thank goodness! The sword struck precisely against the gold-plated wrist guard on Gao Liang's hand, which was exceptionally sturdy. Though Gao Liang's hand trembled slightly, he managed to firmly grasp the sword. Another white man then threw a second sword toward Dong Jiao. Gao Liang held one sword in his left hand, using it to defend against the incoming attack, while with his right hand he lifted the slightly unconscious Dong Jiao and carried her to his side. Fighting with a beautiful woman and enemies! It had been a long time since such a thrilling battle. Gao Liang thrived on passion and intensity. Lu Ke Bel observed that five white men couldn't stand a chance against a single Eastern youngster and immediately shouted from a corner, "You all are cowards! Hurry up! Seize him!" Highlighted was fearless, his left hand tightly cradling his beloved second wife, Dong Jiao—the first-rate beauty—whose embroidered waist was snugly held by Highlight, and her ample chest pressing gently against Highlight’s chest. This close, intimate contact caused both of their bodies to tremble slightly. Dong Jiao regained her composure. When she saw Highlight, surrounded by five white men, fighting to save her, she immediately expressed concern and said, “High Light! Don’t save me! You’re more important than I am! I don’t deserve such a risky effort!” “I have no regrets,” Highlight replied tenderly, “because you are my woman.” Dong Jiao was deeply moved. She had never realized how much her husband truly cared for her, and without hesitation, she called out, “Husband!” Hearing Dong Jiao’s lively voice—sweet and warm—High Light felt an overwhelming sense of satisfaction, as if he had received an unmatched reward. It was even more exhilarating than receiving the prestigious safety medal personally awarded by U.S. President Howard. "My dear second wife! Your husband will definitely bring you to safety!" "Yes! Husband!" Dong Jiao gently pressed a passionate kiss onto Gao Liang. Gao Liang's face bore the vivid imprint of Dong Jiao's red lips, like a distinguished honor medal. Gao Liang felt incredibly satisfied. At this moment, Gao Liang was in great danger, because even though the five white men had not gained any advantage, Luk Bel had already issued orders—now over a dozen black men were holding short rifles, directly facing Gao Liang and Dong Jiao. Dong Jiao was terrified, while Gao Liang remained calm and composed, tightly embracing Dong Jiao as if holding onto a precious treasure. To the black men who had suddenly entered, Gao Liang commanded firmly, "I give you three seconds to clear the way!" Yet, believing themselves strong in numbers and armed with real weapons, the black men boasted arrogantly, "What if we don't?" "Then you'll all die!" The tone was emphatic, with the volume of the word "dead" raised noticeably, clearly conveying a sense of authority and intimidation. Yet, the Black men chuckled, completely unconcerned by Highlight's words. They all raised their guns, aiming them squarely at Highlight's head, with a look of contempt and mockery: "We want you—" Before they could finish, an unexpected development occurred. The hands holding the guns trembled. Dong Jiao looked over and noticed that behind more than a dozen of the Black men, dozens of people she recognized had now appeared.