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Ten minutes later.

A black limousine drove down the streets of Tokyo at night.

The atmosphere inside the car was so oppressive that it was almost impossible to breathe.

Hayakawa Qiu sat in the driver's seat, holding the steering wheel with both hands, and glanced at the rear seat through the rearview mirror from time to time.Dongshan Xiaohong, who was forced to sit in the passenger seat, huddled up like a quail, not even daring to breathe.

In the back seat, Yanliang and Makima sat side by side.

In the closed carriage, there was a clear distinction between the strong smell of blood on Yan Liang's body and the charming scent of perfume on Makima's body.

"Yan Liangjun's information seems to be completely blank in our system." Makima tilted her head slightly, her red hair swaying slightly with the movement, "You are not a native of Tokyo? So, what is your purpose here?"

"I have no interest in this place. I just woke up and was tied to this hellish place." Yan Liang leaned on the leather seat, relaxed his posture, and said casually, "In order to protect myself, I used a little drastic means. The police shouldn't even arrest me for self-defense, right?"

"Of course not." Makima chuckled, but her body inadvertently tilted a little towards Yan Liang.

In this narrow space, the distance between the two people was quickly shortened.Machima's legs, wrapped in extremely thin black stockings, clung to Yanliang's trouser legs intentionally or unintentionally as the vehicle bumped slightly.Yan Liang could even feel the warm body temperature through the clothes.

"Actually, I personally admire people like Yan Liangjun who are full of unknowns and power."

The dim light from the streetlight outside the car window quickly passed over Makima's profile. Her long legs wrapped in black stockings quietly pressed forward, and their limbs were close to each other in the small space.

"Calmness, decisiveness, and the posture you just stood in a pool of blood, that arrogance that didn't even care about life and death..." She turned her body, and the dreamy and deep arc of her collar loomed in Yan Liang's peripheral vision, "But this world is very cruel. Yan Liangjun has power, but no identity, and no bed to sleep on, just like a stray puppy."

"It's hard to be alone..."

Machima's voice became softer, with a charm that could make any man fall for her.She leaned close to Yan Liang's ear, and her warm breath blew on Yan Liang's neck.

"Why don't you join the police? No..."

"To be precise, let me raise you."

She paused, her golden eyes flashing with a blur of luster.

"If you are willing to be my dog, I can give you everything you want. Legal status, comfortable residence, money..." Makima's eyes slowly moved down, and her thigh wrapped in black stockings pressed closer to Yan Liang, "As long as you are obedient, any reward will be fine."

Hayakawa Akira in the front row twitched hard when he heard this.And Dongshan Xiaohong had almost buried her head in her knees, wishing she could become deaf on the spot.

Faced with this fatal temptation, Yan Liang didn't even lose his breath.

He turned his head, and his pure white devil's eye stared at Makima who was very close at hand.Later, under the disbelieving looks of the three people in the car, Yan Liang not only did not flinch, but directly stretched out his hand that was still stained with dark red blood.

"Crack."

Yanliang's hand pressed hard on Machima's thigh covered in black stockings.

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