Chapter 603 - Pervert (2/2)

“Relax, all will go well if you listen to me. I won’t make things difficult for you,” Xiao Luo said with a smile, speaking like a weird uncle trying to coax a kid with candy.

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After finding out where Asou Jiro was, Xiao Luo smacked Asou Yanagi and knocked him out. He then headed toward his target’s penthouse.

Infiltration was virtually second nature to him. His keen senses to keep surveillance of his surroundings, and he was light and quick on his feet, barely making a sound when he moved.

Five minutes later, Xiao Luo stopped under a tree. In front of him, he saw a luxurious pavilion within this vast villa complex.

The whirling shadows of the tree made it hard to spot Xiao Luo’s shadow. He could spot Asou Jiro in the luxuriously furnished bedroom. He was an old man but was surprisingly energetic, Xiao Luo thought. For, despite the late hours, Asou Jiro was still wide awake, playing a bondage game with a young woman. And the one tied up was not the woman, but Asou Jiro himself.

His hands were tied behind his back, and he was lying on the bed. The woman was flaying him aggressively with a whip, and each time she lashed, Asou Jiro let out a high-pitched cry.

“Oh, baby, hit me harder. Hit me harder, again!”

“Yes, yes, just like that… Don’t take pity on me. Hit me hard and punish me!”

“Ah, what pleasure… It feels so good…”

Asou Jiro was evidently enjoying this form of abuse. He showed no sign of pain from the whipping that left bright red marks on his body. Instead of rage, he was panting with excitement.

“Asou Jiro! Mmm, at your age and you’re still playing these naughty games instead of getting some sleep at this time of the night. You sure look like you’re having lots of fun!” As Asou Yanagi was indulging in masochistic pleasure, a voice filtered through the room from the balcony.

“Who is that?”

Asou Jiro immediately sat up and looked at the intruder in surprise. Xiao Luo walked in from the balcony. Asou Jiro squinted his glowering eyes. “Who the hell are you?” he roared.

“Who I am is not important. What’s important is that I have a couple of questions for you, and I want your honest answer. Did you get that? Otherwise…”

“Otherwise, what?”

Asou Jiro growled, and instantly he snapped the ropes that bound him up with his inner force.

Xiao Luo stare at him coldly and said, “Otherwise, I’m going to beat you up till you comply!”

The skimpily dressed young woman with the whip was casually observing their exchange of words. She did not look nervous at all, instead, she giggled and said, “Huh, you fool! Where are you from? How dare you break into Lotus Manor and threaten Mr. Jiro? How many lives do you think you have?”

“Haha, haha…”

Aso Jiro laughed wryly. With his short, well-trimmed beard he looked rather dignified. “You brat! This is the most hilarious joke I’ve ever heard—are you on drugs? How dare you come here and behave like a wild animal?”

Xiao Luo chuckled. An ominous aura suddenly emanated from his body, surging with an oppressive force.