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At this moment, in his eyes, Yue Huizhen looked like a little lamb about to wander into the territory of wolves, pitiful and vulnerable.
This made Huo Wenyao even more primal, and he lunged forward.
As expected, when Fang Lehuizhen was defeated, Huo Wenyao was still full of energy and showed no signs of fatigue.
Upon seeing Yue Huizhen's malicious gaze, Fang Siwei was startled and had a bad feeling.
Could "309" please play some normal music?
Sure enough, Lok Hye-jung spoke up.
"Sister Fang, I've really suffered a great loss, you've seen everything."
"While I was taking a shower, you two actually started doing it right away, and I didn't see anything."
"I don't care, I want to see you get treated like that by Yao-ge."
"And look, Yao-ge still looks like he hasn't eaten enough. He can definitely fight you for hundreds more rounds."
Lok Hye-ching's spoiled princess temper flared up, and she felt she had been wronged and needed to make up for it.
They insisted on making Huo Wenyao and Fang Siwei do it again.
Upon hearing Yue Huizhen's words, Huo Wenyao's lips curled slightly. For him, being a "seven times a night" man was no problem at all.
There's absolutely no need to worry about running out of bullets.
So he glanced at Fang Siwei, and then looked at Le Huizhen.
The meaning is self-evident.
Lok Wai-ching never expected that she had tricked herself. She secretly regretted coming up with such a bad idea, never imagining that she would get herself involved as well.
She hurriedly said, "643, I can't go on anymore. You two can take over. I'm still in pain and a bit numb."
Lok Wai-ching had just experienced a bittersweet moment; the pain stemmed from the unbearable force of Huo Wen-yao's charge, which was like that of a bull charging.
And happiness, of course, is the kind of happiness that comes from being intensely impacted, with emotions constantly reaching a climax.
Fang Siwei blushed upon hearing Yue Huizhen's words.
Although the three of them had been completely honest with each other, they were still a little reserved.
Since they came separately, I really don't know how to proceed if there were three of them.
"I'm too exhausted to fight anymore, Ah Yao, please let me go and let me rest a little longer."
Just as Le Huizhen and Fang Siwei were about to beg for mercy.
Meanwhile, Maya had already turned on the voice recorder.
Everyone in the audience held their breath and waited in complete silence; it was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
Soon, a sound appeared.
"Sizzle sizzle sizzle sizzle..."
Everyone was startled and covered their ears, their faces showing disbelief.
The sound was coming from a microphone; it was very loud and penetrating, almost unbearable for one's eardrums.
Someone couldn't help but shout, "Unplug the power and turn off the sound! I can't take it anymore!"
Ma Yamu was completely stunned; how could this have happened?
Could it be the electrical noise from the recorder itself?
At this moment, the viewers in front of the TV were also confused. Was this supposed to be a joke?
What happened to the promise of a final decision?
You took your pants off, and this is what you show me?
The residents initially thought their televisions were broken, but when they saw the expressions on the faces of the reporters, they realized it wasn't the televisions that were broken, but rather that Ma Yamu was about to break.
At the same time, the actions of various organizations were also abruptly halted; no one had expected such an unexpected situation to arise.
The die was cast, but we had no choice but to stop.
If Huo Wenyao manages to evade the consequences again, no one is willing to bear the consequences of provoking him.
Given Huo Wenyao's current size, he wouldn't even take the top triad, Hung Hing, seriously, let alone those forces that are even weaker than Hung Hing.
If Huo Wenyao really falls from grace and his followers scatter, then these gangs will all scramble to tear him apart like hyenas.
But if Huo Wenyao escapes this time again, then no one will be the first to stick their neck out and let others reap the benefits.
Huo Wenyao, who was watching this scene, grinned and laughed heartily.
Fang Siwei and Le Huizhen were both dumbfounded.
Ma Yamu's press conference was a grand affair, with so much buildup, and everyone thought it would be a fatal blow. But unexpectedly, such a dramatic scene unfolded.
The two beautiful women simultaneously turned their gazes toward Huo Wenyao.
"You should have known this would happen."
"You already knew, but you kept it from us, making us worry for nothing. You're so mean."
Faced with the complaints of the two stunning beauties, Huo Wenyao smiled and said:
"In my eyes, this Mayamu is just a clown; he can't cause any trouble."
"The truth of the matter will soon be revealed, so why should I bother to explain further?"
"Never mind that, let's get down to business first."
Seeing the wicked smile on Huo Wenyao's face, the two women immediately sensed something was wrong.
Soon, Huo Wenyao embraced the two women and began a threesome.
Inside the luxurious room, intermittent, decadent music suddenly filled the air.
Huo Wenyao had lost all interest in following the farce orchestrated by Ma Yamu.
From beginning to end, he felt like he was watching a clown performance; the ending was already predetermined.
At this moment, Mayamu was stunned; he had never imagined that this scene would unfold like this.
Seeing the distressed and pained expressions on everyone's faces, Ma Yamu finally came to her senses and hurriedly ran to turn off the recorder.
When the world returned to peace, everyone felt as if they had been reborn.
That piercing electrical noise almost took them all away.
At this moment, everyone's eyes were on the culprit, Mayamu. These eyes contained disappointment, anger, and incomprehension, and no one sympathized with Mayamu.
Even the employees of Guanrong Auto Dealership, who always respected Ma Yamu, looked at him with puzzled expressions.
Looking into those eyes, Ma Yamu's heart skipped a beat. He knew something serious had happened.
Cold sweat suddenly streamed down my forehead, but I didn't bother to wipe it away.
He was now in a state of utter confusion, as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, yet he couldn't figure out what was going on.
"310" became a laughing stock throughout the port.
Just when Mayamu was at her wit's end.
A vice president ran up to the podium and whispered:
"Mr. Ma, could the static sound just now be from the recorder itself? It might be fine in a bit."
Upon hearing the vice president's words, Ma Yamu's eyes lit up; that must be it.
He remembered clearly that when he ran to Huo Wenyao's office, he had already turned on the recorder beforehand, so there was no reason for it to go wrong.
Thinking of this, Ma Yamu stood in front of the microphone again, looked at the reporters, and said:
"Sorry everyone, there was a slight problem just now. This voice recorder may have gotten damp from the rain, so it might have been affected a bit."
"But it's okay, just wait patiently for a while and the content will appear, so please be patient."
Upon hearing Ma Yamu's words, the reporters exchanged bewildered glances. Was such a thing even possible?
But the atmosphere has already reached this point, it's impossible to give up halfway.
Although they were very reluctant to hear those sounds that seemed to be about to take people away, the reporters chose to endure it.
After all, compared to the explosive news of Huo Wenyao being dethroned, what is a little suffering?
Seeing that everyone's expressions had softened, Mayamu unconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.
He was genuinely afraid of offending these uncrowned kings.
If you really hold a grudge against him, not only will you fail to bring down Huo Wenyao, but you will also get yourself into trouble and be attacked by various media outlets. Just thinking about it is terrifying.
Then, under the watchful eyes of everyone, Ma Yamu turned the recorder back on.
As expected, there was another hissing sound.
After a while, the ear-piercing electrical noise showed no signs of stopping, and the reporters finally gave up.
"Turn it off, turn it off quickly, my ears are starting to ring, it's so uncomfortable."