The giant Tibetan mastiffs at Ma Yizhu's villa were now happily playing with Liu Chen, not at all like adversaries, more like long-lost friends.
After Liu Chen calmed the dogs down, he went to Ma Yizhu's bedroom.
Liu Chen went with excitement; just thinking about the last experience, he couldn't help but feel his heart race.
Ma Yizhu was lying on the bed holding a voodoo doll, which was full of needles, and she was vigorously stabbing it.
At the window of the bedroom, Liu Chen couldn't help but cover his mouth and sneeze. Which woman was thinking of him now?
Since the last incident, the windows of Ma Yizhu's villa, especially the bedroom windows, had been specially reinforced, using advanced foreign technology.
However, in Liu Chen's eyes, these were still insignificant. Whatever reinforcement it was, Liu Chen gently pried open the steel mesh, removed a pane of glass, and slipped inside.
His movements were nimble, not attracting any attention.
