Soon, the drug entered her bloodstream, spreading throughout her body. She leaned back in her chair and let out a long sigh.
Across from her, Sam smiled coldly. "Co here!"
Qian Xueying lifted her eyes to glance at him, then stood up and sat down beside him. Sam’s hand imdiately tugged at her clothes rudely, burying his face into her chest.
The wound was pulled by his actions, causing unbearable pain. Qian Xueying squinted slightly, looking at Sam’s head, which was buried in her chest, and her eyes gradually filled with murderous intent.
Sam, unaware of the woman’s true thoughts, continued to ravage her body wantonly.
During the year he was undercover beside Huangfu Jue, he had to suppress his lascivious nature. Now, he could finally stop pretending. Naturally, Qian Xueying had beco his most prized plaything.
If it weren’t for General Barton calling, he might have lost control and taken her right in the car.
"We are almost there."
"First, find a place to settle down. I’ll arrange for you to return to the northwest as soon as possible. Rember, you must be extra careful these days. Watch that child closely; absolutely no mistakes can be made."
"Rest assured!" Sam glanced diagonally at Gan Tang, who was sleeping in the back seat. "There won’t be any issues."
After hanging up, he turned to look out the window. At this mont, the car had already exited the expressway and entered the urban area of F Country’s capital. Sam then gave an address to the driver.
The car turned right, heading towards the southern slums.
Qian Xueying lowered her face to look at her wound and pulled up her loose clothes.
Monts later, the car had driven through a filthy shantytown, finally arriving at a dilapidated auto repair shop. The car had just stopped when a short, fat bald man eagerly ca over to greet Sam and his group, escorting them off the vehicle.
Gan Tang, who had been awakened in the back seat, was also dragged out of the car and thrown into a small room where he was locked up.
"Colonel, here are the drugs and clothes you asked for."
Baldy carried a bag of dicines over to Sam, who nodded towards Qian Xueying, signaling for her to take the dicine.
Receiving the dication, Qian Xueying imdiately stood up with the bag.
"Where are you going?" Sam asked.
"I’m going inside to change the dressing," Qian Xueying replied.
Sam grinned wickedly, "Do it right here!"
All around, several n laughed out loud. Baldy guffawed shalessly, "Honey, if you need help, I’d be happy to serve you."
Feigning subservience, Qian Xueying smiled, walked to a corner of the room with the dicine, and, with her back to them, untied her clothes. Enduring the pain, she removed the gauze, cleaned the wound with disinfectant, and applied new cotton.
The n all stared at her body. Her gaze lingered on the room where Gan Tang was held.
Now that she had successfully escaped A Country, there was no need to stay here and be humiliated. Adjusting her clothes, she crouched in the corner, secretly contemplating her next move.
There were six opponents, and she was wounded. She couldn’t face them head-on; she had to find a way to escape.
It was already late. Baldy stood up and walked out, returning monts later with food and alcohol in hand.
Seeing him place the food on the table, Qian Xueying’s heart stirred. She imdiately stood up and approached Sam.
"Let pour the wine?"
"Alright!" Sam laughed, raising his glass. "You... go give that little thing so food."
As she poured wine for him, Baldy stood up, took a bottle of water and so food, and walked into the room where Gan Tang was held. He raised his hand and threw the water and food in front of him.
"There... it’s yours!"
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