The neon flickers in the nightclub as Lin Fan sits on a comfortable sofa.
In the pitch-black room, only Sister Hong in her red dress kneels before him, tying her glossy black hair behind her head, and devouringly licks the Iron Pestle, while Lin Fan holds a walkie-talkie, watching the performance in the mirror before him.
At this moment, the scrawny Director Liu, Producer Bai, and Producer Mo are all naked, tied like zongzi, hanging in midair, while a dozen naked black men continuously toy with the black barrels of their guns, greedily eyeing these three tender-skinned individuals.
Wu Houbiao, along with a few others, mockingly sets up cameras, lights, and continuously directs those black men on how to play with these three pale-faced individuals.
"Now, I finally understand Huo Ben's joy, what he left behind is indeed interesting."
