The Martial God who started at Mantuo Manor

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The young man chuckled softly, and his two long, slender fingers probed inside without warning.

The stretched tightness brought a moment of gasp.

But the depths are utterly honest, immediately and greedily entangling and sucking at it, taking whatever it wants.

"So tight..."

Those two fingers seemed to have their own will, pressing and hooking lightly or heavily in the damp, muddy passage.

Madam Ruan's snow-white back suddenly arched in a breathtaking arc.

Each time the fingertip brushed against the inner wall, the high thing would uncontrollably lean back a little further, swallowing the wicked finger deeper into its body.

What spilled from her mouth were soft, sticky sobs that even she herself felt ashamed of, each sound silently yearning for a more brutal and thorough invasion.

Just as the young master withdrew his finger, seemingly preparing to replace it with that terrifying jade ornament...

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Three rapid and heavy knocks on the door, like three heavy hammer blows, slammed into the deathly silent air of the inner room, and also struck the hearts of the two women.

The sound was so abrupt, so loud, and so undeniably assertive.

The young master's wicked smile froze instantly, replaced by icy fury.

A murderous glint flashed in her bright eyes.

She made it very clear that no one was allowed to disturb them without her orders!

Who has the audacity to disobey her orders?

Madam Ruan, on the other hand, felt as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over her head, and her mind cleared up instantly.

She shuddered and instinctively tried to crouch down to cover her nakedness, but her legs were too weak to obey her commands.

The sudden knocking on the door did not bring her relief; instead, it brought a deeper fear—what if someone saw her like this…

"Young Master!"

Please forgive me!

"I have an extremely urgent matter to report!"

Outside the door came the voice of a guard, which sounded slightly distorted due to extreme tension, but he still managed to maintain his composure.

"roll!"

The young master's voice was icy cold and devoid of any emotion.

"Young Master!"

"It's...it's someone from Mantuo Manor!"

The guard still dared not leave. "They...they have delivered a visiting card!"

It was specifically requested to be handed over to the head of 'Tong Si Hai'!

"Manor of Mando?" Mei thought, "You and I are empty, Lin is here, is she here...?"

The young man's pupils suddenly contracted.

The anger and murderous intent vanished instantly, replaced by the sharpness and alertness of a chess player encountering an unexpected change in strategy.

Wang Meng?

How could he move so fast?

I had just taken action against the grain when his invitation came knocking on my door?

This doesn't seem like a typical interrogation; it's more like a...demonstration.

It's an arrogant declaration that tells her, "I've seen all your little tricks."

That's interesting, really interesting.

The young man's lips curled into a smile again.

This time, however, it wasn't the sinister allure of manipulating prey, but a chilling excitement of meeting a worthy opponent.

She glanced down at the pool of spring water on the ground, where Madam Ruan's naked body was still trembling slightly, her exposed skin still red and swollen, clearly still immersed in the afterglow of the desire from just now.

"Put your clothes on."

The young master used his white jade folding fan to gently pat Madam Ruan's pert buttocks without any emotion, and gave the order.

As if waking from a dream, Madam Ruan hurriedly grabbed the long robe from the ground and, without even bothering to put on her underwear, frantically put it on.

But her fingers were shaking so badly that she couldn't fasten the tiny buttons several times.

The young master, however, lost his patience.

She stepped forward, roughly pulled at the hem of the long robe, and quickly fastened the buttons on her chest. As she did so, her fingertips intentionally or unintentionally brushed against the soft, snowy peaks once again, causing Madam Ruan to tremble slightly.

"remember!"

He leaned close to her ear and whispered in a voice only the two of them could hear, "Our 'business' isn't over yet."

Until I make you speak, you're just a mute, understand?

Madam Ruan nodded in horror, unable to utter a single word.

The young master then straightened up with satisfaction, straightened his slightly disheveled robes, and resumed his elegant demeanor, though a hint of coldness appeared between his brows.

"Let him in."

She called out towards the door.

The door was slowly pushed open, and a guard bowed and stepped aside.

Immediately afterwards, a burly man, dressed in the most ordinary blue cloth shorts, walked in quickly, head down, carrying a red lacquered and gold-painted tray.

On the tray lay a large red visiting card.

From the moment he entered, he kept his head down, his steps steady yet exuding the respect due to a servant, showing no sign of anything amiss.

This is Wang Meng in disguise.

As soon as he entered, he took in the entire scene outside the door out of the corner of his eye.

The lingering, sweet, and slightly fishy scent unique to females in the air, the small, ambiguous water stain on the edge of the mahogany table, and the woman called Madam Ruan—though her clothes were intact, her flushed cheeks, disheveled hair, and the unnatural, slight trembling of her legs as she stood—all these could not escape his notice.

Wang Meng sneered inwardly, but remained outwardly calm. He walked straight into the hall, stopped three steps away from the young master, bent down, and raised the tray in his hands high above his head.

"By order of my master, I have come to deliver a visiting card to Boss Zhao of 'Tong Si Hai'!"

His voice was hoarse and steady, a deliberately altered tone, making him sound like an ordinary servant.

The young master's gaze suddenly sharpened the moment the man knelt down.

She didn't immediately accept the invitation, but instead stared intently at the kneeling man before her.

Not right.

This man... is very strange.

Although he played the role flawlessly from head to toe, his humility and respect were just right.

However, the young lady felt a faint yet terrifying pressure emanating from him that made her hair stand on end.

That wasn't the pressure created by releasing internal energy; it was something more fundamental.

It was like a prehistoric beast that had perfectly concealed all its claws and aura, disguising itself as a docile sheep and infiltrating the sheepfold.

It didn't make a sound, didn't move, and even its eyes seemed docile, but the "presence" in its bones made the young prince, a top predator, instinctively feel vigilant and uneasy.

Especially his eyes; although he had been looking down, the young master caught a fleeting glimpse of his gaze in that brief moment when he looked up.

That wasn't the look a servant should have; it was a pair of eyes as deep as an abyss, as still as a deep well, seemingly able to see through all the illusions of the world and regard all conspiracies and tricks as tedious games.

The young man was deeply shocked, and an unbelievable thought surfaced in his mind.

It's him?

Could it be... that he actually came in person?

This thought sent a cold sweat down her back.

If that's the case, then this man's courage and character have far exceeded her expectations.

She suppressed the turmoil in her heart and maintained her arrogant young master demeanor.

She stepped forward slowly and picked up the bright red visiting card from the tray.

The post is slightly heavy upon purchase, indicating excellent quality.

She unfolded it and saw two lines of large, flowing characters written in bold ink.

The handwriting looked as if it had been carved with a knife, not written with a pen.

Every stroke, every line, exudes an overbearing and unrestrained power, capable of splitting mountains and shattering peaks, and looking down upon the world!

"Three days later, at Zuixianlou, we await your arrival."

Wang Meng!

Your handwriting reflects your personality!

With just these few words, the young master seemed to see a towering figure looking down on him with the same gaze one would give an ant.

"Your new head of the manor is quite... decisive."

The young man slowly closed the visiting card, his voice revealing neither joy nor anger.

She looked at Wang Meng, who was still kneeling on the ground, and suddenly asked, "What's your name?"

Wang Meng kept his head down and replied in a hoarse voice, "Young master, I am nameless and have no surname. I am just a servant who feeds horses in the manor. I am not worthy of your question."

"Feeding the horses?"

The young master sneered, "A horse feeder has such a composed demeanor. Raise your head and let me see."

The air solidified instantly.

Mrs. Ruan, who was standing to the side, felt as if her heart was about to jump out of her chest.

She could sense that this arrogant "Young Master Zhao" was truly intent on killing her.

Upon hearing this, Wang Meng actually slowly raised his head.