Chapter 1751: Chapter 1751

You stand still, looking at Ma Dian and say, "What, can’t handle losing?"

Of course, Ma Dian won’t admit it. He points at you and shouts, "You’re cheating, you must be cheating!"

"Tut, tut, tut!" You shake your head, then slowly walk up to Madian Man, wave your hand across his face, turn around, and let out a long yawn, "So boring, not playing anymore."

You slowly walk out of the stadium as everyone watches.

However, after you leave, Ma Dian suddenly bursts into uncontrollable laughter, from clutching his belly at first, to pounding the ground later, laughing so hard he cramps up and can’t stop. When the younger brother behind Ma Dian notices something’s wrong, Ma Dian’s actions become even crazier, and he starts taking off his clothes.

"Boss, what’s wrong with you?"

"Brother Ma, don’t do that!"

The followers hurry to hold Ma Dian down, but his strength is surprisingly strong. After breaking free from you, Ma Dian shouts as he takes off his pants, "Gays, come join me, let’s all fly together!"

The even more eye-catching scene unfolds as, under countless phones recording, Ma Dian actually starts masturbating in public. Although his organ is short and thin, he goes at it with particular vigor, occasionally letting out sounds like "Hmm," "Ah," "Oh," "Yeah." That enthusiasm, tut tut.

After one ejaculation, Ma Dian cries out again and rushes out of the stadium. Naked, with his trembling bird below, he starts running and shouting around the campus.

"I control my youth, salute to a youth with a bird!" Ma Dian yells self-righteously while streaking.

"Yo, beautiful, how about a bang?" Ma Dian runs up to a middle-aged woman, masturbating in front of her.

The middle-aged woman has a fierce look on her face, eyes as large as copper bells, voice like thunder, "Ma Dian! Are you crazy!!"

"Hehe, who wasn’t a bit wild in their youth? It’s healthier to masturbate."

Ma Dian winks at the middle-aged woman, who is his teacher, runs a circle around her, attracting countless spectators before rushing out of the campus into society under eyes filled with disgust, doubt, confusion, and admiration.

"Everyone come join, let’s salute this perverted society!" Ma Dian rushes onto the street, stands on the crosswalk, shakes his bird at the passing cars while peeing. Not only does it startle the drivers, but also makes many kids cry.

A couple closest to Ma Dian, the man looks at Ma Dian, full of appreciation on his face, "This guy is really uninhibited, right? But, he’s got personality, I like it."

The girlfriend beside him rolls her eyes at him and says, "If you’ve got the guts to strip now, I’ll go register with you right away!"

"This... hehe, just for fun, I don’t have the guts for it."

"Everybody let’s do it! Do! Do! Do!" As if Ma Dian has come out of the Madhouse, he runs to the plaza, first doing piston exercises with the trash bin; then, in front of the crowd, he puffs out his belly, while performing the "Little Elephant Rides Horse Dance," drooling at the beauties, masturbating at the men. That posture, simply divine!

You just stand not far away and can’t help but sigh infinitely, "This guy’s hidden wildness is indeed unrivaled, but just using a little medicine, didn’t expect it to be so effective. Tut tut, what is the most lacking thing in the twenty-first century? Talent!"

This vulgar scene lasted for about half an hour and finally ended under the subduing of several police officers. However, before being put in the police car, Ma Dian still shouted, "Let’s open our hearts, break free from our shackles, and resonate together spiritually! I’m Ma Dian, I don’t love Brokeback Mountain!"

"Tut tut, if this guy were in America, he’d definitely be the leader of a cult level."

Just as you turn around, your face that was originally smiling suddenly twitches, and your eyes narrow immediately.

You walk silently, crossing the plaza, casually walking, entering a relatively secluded street, a burly man slowly approaches from behind, following your footsteps.

You turn into a small alley, and the burly man follows in.

After entering the alley, you turn around, eyes burning, looking at the person in front of you, and speak his name.

"Half a month ago." The burly man keeps his head down, avoiding your gaze.

You slowly lean your back against the wall, half-squinting your eyes and say, "Since you’ve found me, what next?"

Your lips curl up slightly, you smile, "You can’t, and you wouldn’t dare."

"The Netherworld cannot be without you, my king." Chapters fırst released on Novᴇl_Fire(.)net

"Go back, tell her, I am who I am, don’t try to control everything of mine."

"I told you, I’m not your king, I’m just a puppet." Saying so, you slowly extend your left hand towards Rick.

Rick does not dodge at all, letting his neck be gripped by your left hand, he knows, the terrifying man in front of him, with just a gentle pinch, he will die!

"The Netherworld needs you."

"Let her choose someone else to enter the altar, there are plenty of candidates. Don’t disturb me again in the future, next time I won’t hold back." Saying so, you slowly turn around and walk away.

Half an hour later, in the distant West, in the Swedish capital Stockholm, in a castle surrounded by flowers, a woman wearing a white long dress sits leisurely by a pond, feeding the fish in the water. The woman’s back is turned towards the person behind her, allowing only her long, black hair and remarkably beautiful silhouette to be seen.

"Did Rick find him?" The woman’s voice is gentle and elegant as if a gentle breeze had passed by, uplifting the spirit.

"He really returned to China," the woman seems to be muttering to herself, "It seems the roots of Huaxia people really can’t wander."

The woman said the last sentence in very standard Chinese Language, leaving her maid behind her puzzled.

"Princess, should we send Alex and other Death Gods over, after all... he is the King Ming."

"No need, let Rick come back," the woman brushes her long black hair and continues in her gentle voice, "Let someone inform Tifa that I’m going to Dubai tonight."

Ten minutes later, in a private manor somewhere in remote Dubai, dozens of women dressed in tactical clothing are at the shooting range, holding heavy weapons in their hands, spraying fire at the targets in front.

A woman with a seductive outfit, a devilish figure, and a goblin-like face wields a whip in her hand, roaring in a rough tone, "Yes! Just like that, spew forth your anger and desire at your enemies ahead!"