"Don't worry about lowering the price, I will handle everything myself," Cyril Hanni said with a grim expression before leaving the shop and pulling out his phone. With a malicious tone, he said, "Bidegla, I don't believe you can beat me." He then made a phone call.

Unaware of Cyril Hanni's malice, Bidegla and Jennie Laura had already driven back home, where it was dark and quiet without Shina Macai. After a busy day at the shop, the two of them collapsed onto the soft sofa, visibly exhausted.

"Today was truly exhausting," Jennie Laura said, kicking off her crystal high heels and slumping onto the sofa.

Bidegla couldn't help but admire her exquisite figure and perky backside. Through his gaze, he could catch glimpses of her alluring beauty under her skirt.

The scent of Jennie Laura enveloped him, stirring a reaction within him. He struggled to avert his gaze, trying to resist succumbing to his desires, even though she was his girlfriend.

"What are you looking at?" Suddenly, Jennie Laura's shy voice sounded in Bidegla's ear, causing him to blush awkwardly and laugh nervously. "I wasn't looking at anything," he replied.

"Ha, don't think I didn't notice your lecherous gaze. I'll make you pay for it in the future," blushed Jennie Laura.

"How long is 'the future'?" Bidegla's eyes lit up at her words.

"Go away, I'm going to take a bath and rest," she said, pushing Bidegla away and running barefoot to the bathroom, her face flushed.

"Hehe," Bidegla chuckled mischievously after Jennie Laura disappeared into the bathroom.

The sound of water echoed from the bathroom as Jennie Laura began bathing. But within a minute, a cry of pain and surprise resonated from the bathroom.

Hearing this, Bidegla quickly extinguished his cigarette and rushed to the bathroom. "Jennie, what's wrong?" he loudly inquired at the door.

"I'm fine," Jennie Laura's voice came from the bathroom, tinged with pain.

Bidegla couldn't believe her words, so he forcefully pushed open the bathroom door. Inside, the air was thick with fragrance and mist, and Jennie Laura sat on the ground, in obvious pain.

Her figure was stunning, glistening with water droplets, and her exposed body only heightened Bidegla's desire, especially the two rosy points that excited him.

"How did you come in?" Jennie Laura's voice sounded panicked as she hurriedly covered herself, her voice filled with shyness and embarrassment.

Upon hearing her words, Bidegla reacted and promptly lifted her from the ground, saying, "Stop washing, your foot is injured. Let me take a look."

Without hesitation, Bidegla picked up Jennie Laura and carried her to her room.

Bidegla admired Jennie Laura and even lusted after her exquisite body, but he was not lecherous. So, he carried her to her room and immediately placed her in bed, covering her with a blanket.

"Jennie, it seems like a muscle strain. Let me examine it," Bidegla said as he sat on the edge of the bed and took Jennie Laura's injured foot in his hands.

Jennie Laura's foot was exceptionally beautiful, flawless, and even fragrant. Although Bidegla did not have a foot fetish, at that moment, he couldn't resist the urge to kiss it.

However, Jennie Laura's slightly painful voice brought him back to reality. Despite the beauty of her foot, it was now swollen. Through his examination, Bidegla found that her ankle was intact, with only a muscle strain.

"Jennie, let me massage it. Endure it for a moment," he said as his hand reached the swollen area, sending waves of warmth into Jennie Laura's body, causing her to stiffen.

The foot is a sensitive area for everyone, including Jennie Laura. As Jennie Laura continued to massage her foot, she emitted sounds of discomfort, blushing deeply.

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"Rest well, Jennie. I'll go downstairs to rest," Bidegla said after two minutes, tucking Jennie Laura's hand into the blanket before hurriedly leaving the room.

Jennie Laura's voice was too alluring, and staying there was a mental torture. No one knew how unbearable it was for Bidegla. Many times, he couldn't resist the urge to pounce.

"Embarrassing," Jennie Laura said to herself, her face red as she covered it with a blanket. She couldn't understand why she had made such an embarrassing sound just now. It was too embarrassing.

However, Bidegla's touch seemed to possess a strange, magical power. Her foot was no longer in pain and was even filled with a warm sensation.

Back in his room, Bidegla's heart remained unsettled. He had never expected Jennie's voice to be so enticing, guiding him step by step into the abyss like the voice of a demonic entity.

Just as Bidegla felt agitated, his phone rang. The number was unknown, and he didn't know who was calling.

When he answered the phone, there was silence on the other end. Just as Bidegla was about to hang up, a panicked voice came through, "Bidegla, come save me. I'm in an abandoned warehouse north of the city."

After uttering those words, there was a commotion and screams on the other end before the call abruptly ended, leaving only silence.

The expression on his face changed slightly, and Bidegla couldn't remember who had called him. He didn't recognize the number, but soon, the image of a woman appeared in his mind, causing his heart to skip a beat.

If he guessed correctly, the voice should belong to Tara Lassen. Despite only meeting her three times, Bidegla never expected her to seek his help.

Without even taking a shower, Bidegla rushed out of the villa without saying a word.

"Brother, do you know where the abandoned warehouse in the north of the city is?" Bidegla asked upon reaching the security room at the entrance of the villa area.

"Do you have any business here, sir?" There was a middle-aged man in the security room.

"I'm asking if you know where the warehouse in the north of the city is," Bidegla said, feeling frustrated by Tara Lassen's vague instructions.

The city of Zhuhai has a population of millions, and the urban area is vast, making it like finding a needle in a haystack to search for an abandoned warehouse in the dark of night.

From the phone call, Bidegla could tell that Tara Lassen seemed to be in trouble, and someone had possibly taken her away.

"There are several abandoned warehouses in the north of the city, and I'm not sure which one you are referring to, sir," the middle-aged man said, appearing to know the area.

"Do you have a car? Can I borrow it?" Bidegla asked without hesitation.

"I don't have a car, only a motorcycle," the middle-aged man said somewhat awkwardly, as someone in his position couldn't afford a car and had to make do with a motorcycle.

"Then lend me the motorcycle."

"Please wait, sir, I will bring it out for you." People who lived there were wealthy, so the middle-aged man wasn't worried about Bidegla stealing from him.

After about half a minute, a motorcycle pulled up in front of Bidegla, with the middle-aged man sitting on it.

Looking at the motorcycle, Bidegla felt a bit distressed. It was clearly very old and worn out, probably only slightly faster than a bicycle.

However, there was no time to worry about that now. Bidegla pushed the middle-aged man to the back and quickly took the driver's seat, saying, "You show me the way."

With that, Bidegla immediately revved the throttle, and the motorcycle roared out with a deafening sound.

On the back seat, the middle-aged man turned pale with fright, almost falling off. The huge wind hit him in the face, making it difficult for him to keep his eyes open.

"Brother, slow down, the motorcycle will fall apart," the middle-aged man shouted, grabbing Bidegla's clothes in fear.

"If it falls apart, I'll buy you a new one. Hold on and show me the way," Bidegla said, maneuvering the motorcycle to race forward at a whirlwind pace.

Luckily, it was already night, and there were fewer cars on the road. Otherwise, it would have been strange if Bidegla didn't have an accident at such a fast speed.

Bidegla slowly activated his X-ray vision, observing the road ahead. They were at least twenty or thirty miles away from the north of the city, and even if Bidegla took various shortcuts, it wouldn't be easy to get there quickly.

The motorcycle was almost falling apart.

After about twenty minutes, they finally arrived at the north of the city. Unlike the other directions in Zhuhai, it was desolate here, with many factories abandoned and the area dimly lit, resembling the outskirts of the city.

Under the guidance of the middle-aged man, Bidegla quickly arrived at the first abandoned warehouse. Without getting out of the car, Bidegla cast a glance inside and immediately drove away.

There was no sign of Tara Lassen here.

Later, Bidegla found several more warehouses, but they were all empty, devoid of any human presence.

Just as Bidegla was preparing to leave again, his expression suddenly became serious, and he got out of the car.

"Uncle, you can go back by yourself. There's no need to wait for me," Bidegla said, and then he climbed over the dilapidated iron gate and entered.

His movements were very agile, leaving the middle-aged man in astonishment.

However, after taking in the desolate surroundings and realizing that there were no street lights, the middle-aged man also dared not stay here for long. He quickly drove away, as these places were often prone to robberies, and he did not want to become a victim.

Before him was indeed an abandoned warehouse, with no indication of how long it had been deserted. The interior was pitch black, with no sign of anyone. However, there was a basement beneath the warehouse, and it was there that Tara Lassen was being held captive by a group of people. If it weren't for Bidegla's ability to see through things, he would not have been able to discover anything.

With a somber expression, he slowly entered the warehouse.