Zheng Wenqiao got into his BMW and drove toward a somewhat remote area. Ye Mo followed closely behind. Soon, Zheng Wenqiao stopped, and a man in his forties hurried over, helping a woman who seemed drunk. Zheng Wenqiao quickly went to assist them.
What puzzled Ye Mo was that he recognized the woman—Yun Bing, the English teacher who taught Ye Mo's class, also known as Wu Qingbing.
Ye Mo was surprised to see Yun Bing waiting for Zheng Wenqiao here, but only slightly so; he didn't think much of it. Judging by Yun Bing's state, she must have been drinking heavily or something, needing support to walk.
Under the dim yellow light, Zheng Wenqiao helped Yun Bing into his BMW. Although Ye Mo didn't know their relationship, seeing a drunk woman being helped into a car was suspicious. However, Ye Mo had never liked Yun Bing much, so he didn't really care what happened to her. He was here today to deal with Zheng Wenqiao.
The BMW released a puff of smoke and sped away. Ye Mo quietly followed. Fortunately, the car wasn't going very fast in the city, and Ye Mo's Yunying Step was sufficiently advanced to keep up.
After about ten minutes, the BMW entered a quiet residential community. Ye Mo couldn't enter through the main gate, so after confirming there were no cameras around, he climbed over the outer wall and watched the BMW from a distance.
The car stopped in front of a building. Zheng Wenqiao and another man helped Yun Bing up the stairs quickly. Ye Mo could only watch from below. He was only at the first level of Qi Refinement; if he were at the third level, an invisibility technique would allow him to follow unnoticed. But now, going upstairs risked exposure. It was best to wait and teach Zheng Wenqiao a lesson inside the room later.
After waiting a while downstairs, the light in a fourth-floor room suddenly turned on. Ye Mo immediately knew they had gone up to the fourth floor. Without hesitation, he climbed up along the security window and quickly entered the lit room through the kitchen.
"Master Qiao, I've started already." From the voice, Ye Mo knew this was the other man speaking.
"Start then. When I'm with this woman, remember to film carefully. Every detail, especially her moans—record everything. I don't believe she won't surrender once she sees the footage." Zheng Wenqiao's voice just ended when Ye Mo heard the tearing of fabric.
It turned out these two planned to assault Wu Qingbing and record it. Ye Mo wondered what Wu Qingbing had done to offend them or if she possessed something valuable. At first, Ye Mo thought the tearing was done by Zheng Wenqiao, but after kicking the door open, he saw it was Yun Bing herself tearing her clothes.
Yun Bing's face was flushed, eyes hazy—clearly drugged with a powerful narcotic. Her blouse was torn open, revealing her fair, firm, and full breasts—enough to make even Ye Mo dizzy.
"Who are you?" Ye Mo kicked the door open. Zheng Wenqiao and the man holding a digital camera were startled.
However, seeing a masked person enter, they relaxed somewhat. Zheng Wenqiao knew the man with him was quite capable.
"Friend, what do you want? If you want money, we're unrelated. After we're done, you can have some fun too—she's a rare beauty," Zheng Wenqiao said cautiously, slowly putting on the clothes he hadn't yet removed.
"Scum," Ye Mo said coldly and kicked.
Zheng Wenqiao's hand was still on a shirt button when Ye Mo's kick hit him, sending him crashing into the wall and unconscious.
The man with the camera immediately dropped the device and drew a dagger, stabbing at Ye Mo.
Though agile, he was no match for Ye Mo, who easily kicked him away with a single move. The camera flew and smashed on the ceiling, shattering on the floor. The man collapsed in a heap with Zheng Wenqiao.
"Wait, friend, do you know who he is? The son of Mayor Zheng! Aren't you scared?" the man tried to threaten from the ground.
Ye Mo sneered and kicked his head, "Not scared of your nonsense."
The man groaned and passed out.
Looking around the room, Ye Mo saw a photo of Yun Bing's daily life and one of her holding a little girl. So this was her room. Zheng Wenqiao's scheme was cunning—doing such things in her own room and filming it, likely forcing her into submission unless she wanted to die.
Ye Mo didn't care what Zheng Wenqiao wanted from Yun Bing—certainly it wasn't just sex.
He grabbed the unconscious Zheng Wenqiao and the man, not wanting to teach them a lesson here amidst Yun Bing's humiliating state.
Just as Ye Mo reached the door, Yun Bing moaned again, accompanied by another tearing sound. He glanced back—she was barely wearing a revealing bikini.
Yun Bing was lying on the bed, the torn bikini barely covering her, her pink lace panties exposed, causing Ye Mo's heart to race.
But he quickly realized something was wrong. The narcotic was too strong; if there was no intercourse soon, her body might suffer severe damage, possibly even permanent disability. He cursed Zheng Wenqiao's cruelty silently.
Ye Mo sighed, put down Zheng Wenqiao and the man outside, and approached Yun Bing's bed, intending to help purge the remaining drug from her body.
But Yun Bing suddenly clung to him like a drowning person grasping a lifeline.
Her soft, fragrant body pressed into Ye Mo's chest, stirring his heart. She seemed to relax, her fingers digging into his back, pressing herself close as if wanting to merge with him.
Ye Mo's heart flared, but as a Qi Refinement level one practitioner, he quickly regained control and struck her Tianling acupoint with a palm. Under his energy, a faint fragrant mist was forcibly drawn from her body.
As Ye Mo continued, Yun Bing's condition gradually stabilized.
After a long time, Ye Mo was sweating profusely but had successfully expelled all the residual drugs. Wiping his forehead, he removed his black mask.
Just then, Yun Bing awoke, suddenly realizing she was almost naked. Shocked, she opened her eyes, saw Ye Mo wiping sweat, and, embarrassed and angry, fainted again.