A Bumpy Road to Power

The other five men.

Their eyes were all ice-cold.

As if they tacitly approved of the buzz cut guy's behavior.

Dirk Carter shouted, "First, this Miss Yuill is not my woman; second, you already know I'm a deputy department–level official, and you're still pointing a gun at me—you're going to bear the political consequences for that; I really don't know who the person you're looking for is, let her go, now."

To this kind of answer.

The buzz cut guy was not satisfied.

The dagger in his hand kept moving down.

He flicked and sliced off the remaining three buttons in a row.

And just like that.

Liza Yuill's upper body was completely bare.

The buzz cut guy simply yanked the loose shirt right off her.

Liza's bra-covered body was now fully exposed in front of everyone.

Not that kind of spectacular pair of giant white rabbits.

But they weren't small either.

At least a C cup.

Wrapped in a black, very sexy bra.

The buzz cut guy saw this.

He clicked his tongue and praised, "Not huge, but damn white. I bet they feel really good in the hand."

The words had barely left his mouth.

The dagger reached the clasp of the bra.

He applied a little force.

There was a faint "pff" sound.

The bra snapped in two.

The two pieces of fabric quickly fell away.

Those two pale, rosy-tinted mounds trembled as they were laid bare.

Even the two "grapes" at the peaks were a soft pink.

You could tell these peaks had never been conquered by anyone before.

Because of the shame and rage.

Liza's face flushed red.

She struggled nonstop.

But she was in handcuffs and being restrained; she couldn't do a thing.

Dirk Carter was cursing too.

The buzz cut guy turned a deaf ear.

He only had one goal: get the answer out of Dirk Carter's mouth.

"Still not talking? That's fine, we'll keep going."

The buzz cut guy finished speaking.

He slowly pushed the dagger in from Liza's lower abdomen.

Liza didn't dare move.

Afraid that even the slightest movement of her body would make the sharp blade pierce her skin.

A cold chill surged up, making her shiver uncontrollably.

More than half the dagger disappeared into the waistband of her loose shorts.

The buzz cut guy flicked it outward, and with a ripping sound.

First the elastic snapped.

Then the fabric tore open with it.

The loose shorts slid right down from between her hips.

Revealing a pair of black lace panties.

They looked like very delicate underwear, covered in hand-embroidered patterns, tightly wrapping the most mysterious part of Liza's body.

Those tight, perky hips.

That smooth lower belly.

The buzz cut guy clicked his tongue in amazement at the sight.

Like a complete pervert.

He crouched down.

Pressed his nose close to Liza's secret place and took a deep sniff.

Then let out a long, satisfied breath.

And said, "Mm, she smells nice. Looks really tender. Beauty, you haven't been popped yet, have you?"

At this point Liza was already consumed with shame and fury.

The buzz cut guy stood up.

He gave the agitated Dirk Carter a contemptuous look and asked, "You haven't taken this territory yet, have you? You wanna see? If you wanna see, I'll oblige you."

This time, his movements were anything but gentle.

He grabbed the edge of her panties with one hand.

And with the other hand, he gripped the dagger and sliced hard along the part he'd pulled up.

The panties were cut through.

And slid easily from between her thighs to the floor.

In that instant.

Liza was stripped bare from head to toe.

"Fuck, didn't expect the hair to be this lush. This isn't a little bush, this is a damn forest. I heard people with this much hair have crazy high sex drives. Beauty, you want it? If you want it, I'll give it to you."

When he finished.

He actually reached out.

And started pinching and playing with a tuft of hair in Liza's "forest."

Indeed.

Compared to most women.

The hair at that spot on Liza was especially thick and overgrown.

The buzz cut guy toyed with it for a while.

As if he still hadn't had his fill.

He said, "This overgrown weed patch is blocking the little stream. Let me help you with a bit of weeding."

When he finished.

He used the dagger to slice off the tuft he had just combed through.

Then pinched the intact clump of hair and held it right up to Dirk Carter's face.

He asked coldly, "Still not planning to talk? Do you even count as a fucking man?"

"I already told you, I don't know. What the hell do you want me to say?"

"Fine! You've got balls! I'll keep going."

The buzz cut guy was pissed off.

He took the dagger and started scraping it along Liza's crotch.

Clumps of hair fell to the floor.

Turning that patch of ground into a chaotic mess.

During this whole humiliating process.

The reason Dirk Carter hadn't made any reckless moves wasn't because he had a gun pointed at his head.

But because he'd been waiting for an opening.

Right when the buzz cut guy was squatting between Liza's legs "busy as hell," the man watching Dirk also got distracted, staring at the scene.

This was the moment he'd been waiting for.

Dirk Carter suddenly reached out.

Grabbed the man's wrist.

First he shoved it up over his own head.

So the muzzle moved away from his vital spots.

By the time the man reacted.

Dirk moved too—standing, locking, twisting—in one smooth motion.

The pain in the man's arm.

Made his hand loosen for a second.

And that gun ended up in Dirk Carter's hand.

He rolled across the couch.

And wound up behind the man who'd been guarding him.

One arm around the man's neck, the gun pressed to his temple.

"Don't move. Any of you move, I'll blow his head off!"

Dirk barked.

The other four, including the leader, the buzz cut guy, hadn't expected things to flip like this. They ignored Liza and all aimed their guns at Dirk.

In that moment.

The tension in the room skyrocketed.

"Let her come over here, or I'll shoot him dead!"

Dirk shouted.

At first, the buzz cut guy's face was tight with nerves.

But after just a moment, he relaxed again.

And said coldly, "Mayor Carter, didn't think you had some moves. I was careless."

After he said that.

He suddenly raised his gun and said, "No one gets to threaten me."

As soon as the words were out.

He pulled the trigger.

Dirk Carter hadn't expected the guy to be this ruthless.

The instant the shot rang out.

Dirk dove to the side.

The gun went off.

The bullet tore through the underling he'd been holding.

The guy clearly hadn't expected the boss to shoot at him.

He stared at the buzz cut guy in disbelief, then collapsed to the floor with a thud.

"Bang bang bang!"

The buzz cut guy didn't give a damn about that underling.

He aimed at Dirk Carter's position and opened fire.

Luckily, Dirk's reactions were quick.

He kept dodging, every bullet just grazing past him and slamming into the wall.

"What are you standing around for? He's the one who killed Xiao Zhao!"

The buzz cut guy bellowed at the others.

That snapped them out of it.

They were just about to unleash a wild barrage at Dirk when one of the men who'd raised his gun suddenly had his palm shot through, and his weapon clattered to the floor.

Right after that.

The room's window glass shattered.

Fully armed SWAT officers jumped in.

The door to the room was kicked open as well.

More cops rushed in…

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