Chapter 14

Soon after.

The black sedan came to a stop.

Jack and Joseph got out of the car, only to find that Vivian was still inside, taking her time to get out.

Jack walked over to Vivian's side and looked at her, asking, "What's wrong?"

Vivian looked at Jack, a hint of embarrassment appearing on her delicate face. "Can... can you help me out? I have no strength left."

Jack frowned slightly but still opened the car door and helped Vivian out.

But even after getting out of the car, Vivian clung to Jack like an octopus.

Right now, she felt completely drained of energy.

Not only that.

What made her feel even more ashamed and panicked was that a wave of indescribable heat was surging through her body, flowing from her lower abdomen to her limbs.

And it was spreading fast.

Vivian's body now felt like driftwood in the ocean, unable to find any support, only able to instinctively cling to the only lifeline beside her—Jack!

Even though there were clothes between them, Jack's cold, icy aura made Vivian somewhat obsessed. Right now, Jack seemed to have a fatal attraction to her.

Like a fish dying of thirst seeing water, she subconsciously wanted to get closer to Jack, desperately drawing from him.

"I'm... so hot."

Vivian murmured unconsciously, her pretty face flushed, her voice sweet and sticky.

Her eyes, which had been relatively clear before, were now hazy and unfocused.

"What's wrong with you?"

When Vivian got in the car earlier, Jack had already noticed something was off about her.

He didn't expect it to get even worse now.

"General."

Looking at the disoriented Vivian, Joseph's expression darkened as he said in a low voice, "She's been drugged."

"Drugged?"

Jack was stunned.

"Yes."

Joseph nodded, glanced at Vivian, then turned to Jack and said, "And it's a potent aphrodisiac. This drug is very strong. If we don't deal with it quickly and get the drug out of her system, she could suffer brain damage, or even... cardiac arrest and death."

"Aphrodisiac?"

Jack looked at Vivian, who was clinging to him and rubbing against him randomly, his brow furrowing slightly.

As if sensing Jack's gaze.

Vivian lifted her head, her watery eyes staring straight at Jack.

"Save... save me..."

Vivian wrapped her hands around Jack's neck, her burning breath spraying on his neck, carrying a sweet, sticky fragrance. "I feel so bad... help me..."

She had completely lost her rationality now.

Completely controlled by the drug, her body instinctively wants to release its desires.

Jack didn't say anything, just reached out and struck the back of Vivian's neck.

Vivian let out a muffled groan and instantly went limp in Jack's arms, completely losing consciousness.

Just then.

Several urgent roaring sounds rang out.

The next moment.

Several cars stopped in front of Jack and his group.

Then Raymond got out with his men.

The first thing he saw.

Raymond immediately spotted Vivian, limp in Jack's arms.

"Bastard, give me the woman in your arms."

Seeing Vivian in this state, Raymond knew the drug had taken effect, and a flash of greed appeared in his eyes.

"As long as you give her to me, I can temporarily forget about you playing me earlier and getting my men killed."

"Otherwise..."

Jack looked up at Raymond and smiled lightly. "Otherwise what?"

His voice was soft, his expression completely calm.

As if he didn't take Raymond seriously at all.

Raymond's face twitched violently, and a vicious killing intent instantly appeared in his eyes. He suddenly pulled out a gold-plated pistol from his waist, the dark barrel pointing straight at Jack's forehead.

"Otherwise I'll blow your brains out right now!"

Raymond roared, spittle flying from his mouth.

His men behind him also pulled out machetes and steel pipes, shouting as they surrounded them.

"How dare you!"

Seeing Raymond dare to point a gun at Jack, Joseph immediately stepped forward to block Jack, staring at Raymond as if looking at a dead man.

Raymond spat on the ground.

Looking at Joseph with complete disdain, "Why wouldn't I dare? Look at how many of you there are, and how many of us there are?"

"If you know what's good for you, hand over this woman right now and apologize to me. Maybe I'll be merciful enough to leave you with intact corpses!"

Raymond's face was twisted, the gun in his hand tilting up slightly, pointing at Jack's forehead, his eyes full of crazed satisfaction. He seemed to already see these two reckless fools begging for mercy.

Jack's lips curved up slightly as he looked at Raymond and asked, "You mean having more people means you can do whatever you want?"

"Of course."

Raymond said smugly.

"Fine."

"You want to compete with me on numbers, is that it?"

Jack's smile deepened.

He turned to look at Joseph and said calmly, "Since he wants to play the game of using superior numbers to overwhelm the few, let's play along with him."

"Yes."

Joseph nodded expressionlessly.

Then he whistled softly.

The next moment.

Countless blinding lights suddenly lit up around them.

One spotlight after another came on.

Like dozens of suns rising at once, instantly illuminating this open space as bright as day.

Raymond was somewhat blinded by the sudden strong light, cursing under his breath, "Damn it! What the hell..."

However.

His cursing hadn't finished.

A rhythmic, powerful sound of footsteps rang out.

Raymond raised his hand to block the strong light, squinting as he looked ahead.

It didn't matter when he didn't look.

But when he did, he nearly fainted.

He saw.

Behind Jack, one after another, soldiers wearing special combat uniforms, helmets, and carrying assault rifles emerged from the shadows.

These people had eyes like ice, their entire bodies radiating a terrifying aura of death—the kind of aura only people who had been on the battlefield possessed.

Raymond unconsciously swallowed.

His hands began to tremble, and the gun in his hand clattered to the ground.

And his men behind him were also scared pale, with two of the weaker ones even collapsing to the ground in fear.

But that wasn't even the most terrifying part.

The most terrifying part was that in an instant, bright red dots appeared on Raymond's forehead, chest, heart, and other vital points.

These were laser sights.

Snipers were targeting him from the shadows.

Not just him—his men also had red dots all over them.

Even the one with the fewest had five or six.

Now, with just one word from Jack, they would all be shot dead instantly.

"Who... who exactly are you?" Raymond had completely lost his earlier arrogance and smugness. He looked at Jack with terrified eyes, his voice trembling.