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n who carries your child""Apart from Chen Xueru, I never intended to cause any other unexpected pregnancies. As for you..." Tang Shuwen paused as Zhao Yuning's face turned pale with anger. He smiled l...Proxy Ex-Wife of the President Complete 1081

In addition to some secret agent organizations around the world that he was unaware of, all the agents he knew were trained from their teenage years. Governments select the best individual soldiers and train them to become excellent agents. There are also special agent schools and mercenary schools where they choose elites from various places. The First Terrorist Organization starts training people as young as three or four years old; some agents' children are sent to the First Terrorist Organization right after birth. As long as their genes don't mutate, these kids are considered outstanding prospects. Therefore, the loyalty of special agents in the First Terrorist Organization is the highest.

He didn't know that current special agents start their careers so early now.

The little girl was uncomfortable being held by Black Ink and cried for him to let go. She kicked with a spinning leg, but Black Ink threw her away, leaving her together with someone who wasn't actually her brother. Once the discomfort left her face, she quickly ran off.

Moyao frowned and blocked her path as he appeared in front of her: "Who sent you"

"It's none of your business," said the little girl. Suddenly, a yellow smoke came up from somewhere, and Moyao quickly left with Black Ink. He detected a special fragrance in the smoke that made him feel threatened; they immediately got into the bulletproof Lincoln and drove out of the alley.

Actually, it's not hard to chase after a little girl, but neither Black Ink nor Moyao was interested in pursuing her any further. They were sure she wasn't sent by Fidi because this area belonged to him, and if he wanted to send people over, they would be a team of elites, not a newly-joined little girl.

Black Ink's face turned pale, and Moyao felt something was wrong: "Whitey, what’s the matter"

Moyao carried Black Ink in his arms and laid him down on the bulletproof Lincoln. He then drove towards the hotel.

In the hotel room, Mo Xiaobai curled up into a ball due to his withdrawal symptoms, as his drug addiction had flared up.

Although it has been several years since then.

Moshaibai's drug addiction occasionally still resurfaces. Baiye mentioned that Moshaibai had managed to quit drugs, but being off them doesn’t mean the symptoms won't return. This is a particularly unusual type of viral drug; any form of stimulation will cause it to run through his blood at high speed, accumulating and intensifying. The last time he experienced withdrawal was when they encountered a reagent in an ice lab.

It took three days just to barely bring the situation under control.

Moyao forcefully pinned Mo Xiaobai down onto the bed: "Just endure it, it will be over soon."

He knew that this was due to the yellow smoke; there must have been some substance in it that triggered the drug still lingering in Moshaibai's blood. Unless a complete blood transfusion is done, those drugs would stay with him for life. However, their purity has decreased over time and are now harmless unless they reach a certain concentration level.

Nonetheless, such a drug might automatically accumulate when stimulated, causing damage to the body.

Moshaibai's eyes turned bloodshot; during his withdrawal episodes, he experienced severe hallucinations, sometimes reliving the unbearable prison life, other times reminiscing about the warmth in the Mexican forest, and yet other times recalling the agony of detoxification.

Love, desire, hatred, struggle… all these emotions surged up within him at once.

Mosai could not help but roar.

The agents they brought along were surrounding the villa to keep guard; if there was any danger, they would notify him. This was just a coincidental encounter that triggered something in Mosai.

"Brother, go out. I don't want to hurt you," Mosai said, maintaining his last shred of reason. How could Moyao leave him at such a time No matter what, he wouldn’t let go of the hands restraining Mosai.

"Brother, come on." Mosai said sternly, seemingly holding back something as his face twisted in discomfort. Moyao suddenly realized and looked down between Mosai’s legs; it was already standing tall. This aftereffect would always appear whenever he had an episode before, rendering Moyao half-dead the last time. In the end, Moyao just let him suppress him for six months without any chance to retaliate.

Moyao frowned, remembering his previous experience, somewhat fearful.

However, despite being a little scared, he wouldn’t leave Mosai at such a moment. Who knew what kind of trouble Mosai would create by himself If he couldn't control himself and attempted suicide again, he’d ruin his whole life.

Mosai was completely without reason at this time.

Moyao loosened his grip and let Mosai go free. The moment Mosai gained freedom, he pounced on Moyao like a starved leopard, pinning him down roughly. Mosai fiercely kissed Moyao’s lips, biting as if wanting to devour him; the rough bite even made Moyao's tongue bleed. The taste of blood only fueled his desire further. Frustrated by Moyao’s clothes, Mosai tore them off and discarded them carelessly on the ground.

The agents outside exchanged glances; such growls, roars, and intimate sounds were particularly noticeable in the quiet night. Even if Moyao didn't make a sound, just the one-sided release from Mosai would be impossible for their sharp-eared agents to miss.

They turned green with fear, unable to leave or stay. Were they supposed to listen to their masters' spring palace games

Waaaaah, being an agent is too much for me.

"Sorry, Brother..." Mo Baixue's sanity shattered after uttering these words. He roughly and impolitely invaded the person beneath him, completely disregarding their feelings, showing no consideration for Mo Yao at all. Unlike last time when he was unprepared, this time Mo Yao tried to cooperate with the frenzied Baixue, but the sudden pain still felt like it would rip his insides out.

It's **ing...

Bloody deep.

Mo Baixue held Mo Yao tightly and had intense intercourse at a rapid pace. Mo Yao frowned slightly, enduring this kind of pain without making any sound. This violent sex lacked the usual quick release. Mo Baixue was always rough in bed; perhaps it was due to lingering shadows from his past, but there was always a hint of bloodlust. Therefore, Mo Yao rarely let Mo Baixue take control unless he used some means.

He didn't mind being on the bottom, yet when he took charge, it meant that he would be bedridden for one or two days.

"Brother, scream out. I want to hear your voice." Mo Yao's silence was frustrating; Mo Baixue squeezed his waist and held onto his small Mo Yao, trying to get the restrained Mo Yao to make the sounds he wanted to hear.

Mo Yao tried to sound less pained but replied arrogantly, "Whether I scream depends on your ability."

I owe Big Bird again. Next time for sure, I'll write about him taking over and putting that little Baixue in his place... and truly strong. He had never seen such terrifying skills; bullets hitting the body seemed like no big deal, truly frightening.Moe Yue wasn't in the mood to listen to White Willow's compliments; he...