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Thirteen reluctantly nodded, "It depends on your mood."

"Really, it depends on your mood. Those old perverts you beat up before made our sisters suffer a lot. Anyway, I don't care this time, you have to pay attention to the scale!" The woman blinked her eyes hard.

Thirteen squeezed the space between his brows, and reluctantly said, "Okay, I got it."

"Yeah, you're so good!" The woman said and pulled Shisan out of the elevator.

They were going to the presidential suite on the top floor, and the person they met this time was Mr. Wen.

These women are friends with Shisan, but they are not killers like Shisan. They ran around the dusty place, not to make money, but to avenge some sisters.

They used to go out of the mountain together, but they died in the hands of the pervert in the end. They want to find the pervert who killed the sister. Thirteen had the same purpose as theirs, so they hit it off right away, and they often get in touch with old perverts like this.

After the door opened, Mr. Wen's bodyguards came up to search first.

After making sure that the women didn't have anything strange on them, the bodyguards let them in.

However, after Thirteen and the others went in, they saw Mr. Wen sitting on the sofa wearing a navy blue nightgown, with a pale face like a vampire.

On the big bed opposite Mr. Wen, lay two women, one older and one younger. But both look alike.

"Take off!" Mr. Wen squinted his eyes, not looking at Thirteen and the others, and nodded the woman opposite with his hand like a dry branch, his voice was extremely cold.

The two women on the bed hugged each other, trembling all over.

"Please, please." The two women said.

Old Man Wen said displeasedly: "If you don't take off, I'll let them help you!"

After saying that, two bodyguards rushed over, pinched the two women's chins, opened a small blue bottle, poured it into the two women's mouths, and forced them to drink it.

The two women were choking with tears falling down, and begged for mercy in a crying voice: "Please let us go. I beg you to let us go!"

"Take it off, take it off cleanly, use a small leather whip!" Old Man Wen suddenly became excited, his expression was very similar to that of a pervert with a wicked taste in a limited film.