In Jianghuai City's business world, he's a star, a celebrity in the city's charity scene, someone everyone's afraid of on the legal side of things. Yet he's no different under my feet, Feng Zhixiao thought, still unsatisfied. He unzipped his pants, pulled out a dark object, and poured a stream of hot urine onto Yan Bu'Er's head. Around him, the lackeys all stepped forward, each one competing whose junk down there was bigger and longer.
Finally, after all the comparisons, everyone's gaze was locked on Ye Chen's crotch.
"Chen, why are you hiding an iron rod in your pants?" Feng Zhixiao asked in shock.
"Damn, have you ever seen a spraying iron rod?" Ye Chen glared at him.
"What the hell, a spraying iron rod is called a faucet!" Liu the Tyrant looked astonished at Ye Chen's enormous tool, saying, "Chen, did you install a faucet on yourself? Are you trying to become like the Hundred-Change Star Monarch?"
