Yes, Madam Prime Minister

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Ultimately, this matter involves powerful and influential figures, so the truth of the case cannot be made public. We can only act swiftly and decisively, first settling the families of the victims who were accidentally involved in the deaths, and then we'll see what higher up the hierarchy decides.

After that night, Ye Jingye seemed to have dispelled the confusion in his heart, and he successfully rose to the first rank.

His previously dimmed genius brilliance has been rekindled, even shining brighter than before, making him a campus star.

Ye Jingye ushered in the first highlight of his life. He was filled with joy, but just as he was about to share this joy with his mother, he received the news of her death.

The blow was too heavy, from the sky to the ground.

He was already on the verge of collapse when he encountered the police deliberately concealing the truth. He had finally decided to take the right path, and his emotions suddenly went berserk.

He was then subdued on the spot.

If it weren't for the police chief still having a shred of conscience and saying a few words, he would already be inside by now.

Ashley sat on the armrest of the sofa. "He went home looking lost and confused. I saw him staring blankly for a long time, unable to get out of it. He didn't seem to have any intention of committing suicide, so I came back to report to you."

"However, I guess he most likely wants to find out the truth himself and then find a way to take revenge."

This was a huge blow. For a young man like him, who was already dissatisfied with the status quo of society and had been in contact with criminals, it was simply impossible for him not to think about finding out the truth and taking revenge.

He lacks the power to seek revenge, and he probably doesn't even have the ability to find out the truth.

Predictably, he will go back to the woman he met by chance and briefly worked with.

“Ashley will continue to monitor him, and Ravana and I will go too.”

“Isa, you and Grand go and try to investigate the case that led to the murder of the target’s ex-wife.”

"Hanlu, Xiaoying, you two pretend to be buyers and contact the black market dealer who bought the transplant from the target ex-wife."

Ronan assigned tasks, once again splitting his forces into three groups. This time, Lu Jianling was again tasked with guarding the base.

"Me?" Lavana asked, somewhat puzzled.

“I told you to come, so come,” Ronan said.

Lavana is also a professionally trained person, and she won't hold anyone back. Moreover, Ronan doesn't want her to participate in the surveillance, but rather to use her as bait when necessary, repeating the same tactic.

Chapter 1127 A Closed Door, a Surprise, Oral Sex Requires Lights On

Nighttime in Wuchang.

It's a fairly good residential area, with houses standing side by side. The houses are basically the same structure, made of brick and wood. There is a gate, a flat open space at the entrance, two side rooms on each side, each about 20 square meters, and a two-story building in the middle, about 30 square meters.

The people who live here are at least ordinary people with a long-term, stable job in the city and a decent income. Most of them have worked hard for one or two generations to buy such a house. Of course, there are also people like Bai Yinglan and Ye Jingye, who are both superhumans and have extra income. They could actually live in a better house, but they don't want to live with other lower-level superhumans. They are a very rare exception.

"Is this the place?" Ronan asked Ashley beside him.

Ashley nodded.

Ronan went up and knocked on the door. The door knocker of the mother and son's house was not one of those bronze animal-faced rings; it was iron and had no decorations whatsoever.

Ronan was certain that the young man, Ye Jingye, was inside, but after knocking more than ten times, there was no response.

“We are Ye Zhongqing’s friends,” Ronan called out from outside. His voice wasn’t loud, but it was late at night and everyone inside could hear him clearly.

Inside, Ye Jingye, who was still immersed in grief, was immediately enraged when he heard the name of his father who had abandoned him and his mother. He almost shouted "Get out!" but in the end, he forced himself to swallow it back. Swallowing the roar felt like swallowing a pebble. His throat hurt, and it was stuck in his chest and he couldn't get it down. The blockage made it even more painful.

Ronan turned to Lavana beside him and whispered, "Release your supernatural aura."

Artificial superhumans, enhanced through the transplantation of magical artifacts, possess an aura different from that of natural superhumans, and their aura is usually very weak, which can be considered a unique advantage.

Ravana didn't ask why it was her; she just did as she was told.

"Sorry to bother you, we'll come again tomorrow," Ronan said, and then left.

Lavana was a little confused. Wasn't she here to make contact with this person? Even if she wasn't going in, she should at least leave some information.

But she only thought about it, without saying anything, and then silently followed Ronan away.

Ashley didn't leave; she stayed to continue monitoring that brat Ye Jingye.

Upon returning home, Ronan saw Isabelle and Gloria as soon as he entered the door; they seemed to be waiting for him.

"What, you found something so quickly?" Ronan asked.

Grand stood up and walked up to Ronan. "Hehe, give me a loving kiss and I'll tell you."

Isabel turned her face away, pretending not to see it.

Lavana, standing behind Ronan, was completely stunned. Gloria was acting like a spoiled little lover, even though she wasn't just someone from over a hundred years ago, but a historical figure.

Since learning Ronan's true identity, Lavana has been reading some history books. After entering Seris, she even bought a copy of "The Last Heroes of the Viscidus," which sounds like a novel but is actually a biographical history written by a scholar, and also contains records about Golan.

It is written like this: "Gran was a Frenchman who lost his father at a young age and lived on the Mediterranean coast. He was raised by Ronan. As he grew up, he studied and excelled in the magic of water and fire. Later, he became a cruel official, skilled in torture, which he often called 'education.' At the end of the dynasty, he followed Ronan to Guangdong. Initially, he carried out his duties secretly. After the committee was established, he was appointed Prosecutor General, becoming the head of the cruel officials in Guangdong..."

Lavana watched as Ronan lifted her up and kissed her, a blissful sight on her face. Was this a cruel official?

After getting off Ronan, Golan said, "I marked her from a distance, but I didn't expect to find her body through the mark later. Logically speaking, the police were planning to cover it up, so destroying the evidence would be normal. But I didn't expect the police to not destroy her body. I don't know why. Although they didn't put her in a special place for a mortuary, I still found her and stole her out."

As she spoke, Gelan pointed to the coffin in the corner of the living room, "If she is inside, I've frozen her to keep her fresh."

With Isabel around, stealing is too easy. She can teleport, and she also has a space that can carry both people and objects. Magic defenses are useless against her.

Unfortunately, her magic has too long a wind-up time and too slow a trajectory in battles against top-tier superhumans; otherwise, many people would only meet one result when encountering her: instant death. However, when paired with others, she can still kill instantly.

“You’ve probably been turned away.” Isabel said. “Take this to that brat tomorrow, and he definitely won’t refuse you entry this time.”

“Yes.” Ronan nodded.

Things have taken a new turn, and we can relax for now. Ronan pulled Lavana into his room.

Lavana looked surprised again. With so many people, how could it be her turn?

The others didn't seem to mind. With Guo Hanlu and Madam Zhao gone, Lu Jianling had been coming over whenever he had free time these past few days. As for Isabel and Golan, they would definitely wait until Ashley finished work before talking to them.

inside the room.

Ronan hugged Lavana.

It was already December, and Wuhan was still a bit chilly in winter. Lavana was dressed quite warmly. Ronan took off her long, double-breasted twill coat with a belt, revealing a tight-fitting, high-necked, apricot-gray sweater underneath. The sweater accentuated her already large breasts, making them appear even more prominent and full. Ronan couldn't resist reaching out to grab and knead them. Even through the sweater, shirt, and bra—three layers in total—the feel of those huge breasts was still intoxicating, making him start to get an erection.

As Ronan fondled and kneaded her like that, Lavana couldn't help herself and gradually moved closer. Ronan kissed her lips and pressed against her, one hand starting to fondle and knead her firm, hard buttocks through her woolen knee-length skirt, while the other hand reached inside the skirt and began to rub her genitals.

Even through the thick black stockings and her underwear, her muscular thighs immediately clamped together, trapping Ronan's hand. "So sensitive?" Ronan whispered in her ear.

“I…” Lavana didn’t know how to respond.

Ronan pulled her hand out from under her skirt, then slipped it over her pantyhose and began fiddling with it through her underwear. "Ha, I forgot, you haven't done it in a long time either, you're really craving it down there, aren't you?"

"Mmm." Lavana groaned softly, lowering her head slightly in embarrassment. After being fucked by Ronan several times, she was already shaped like him.

"How's your oral sex skill?" Ronan asked.

Lavana raised her head slightly, revealing a slightly surprised expression.

“You and your husband really haven’t done anything before. I didn’t realize it before, but actually your lips are quite sexy.” Ronan said, gently pushing Lavana away, taking off his pants and sitting on the edge of the bed. “Come on, I’ll direct you.”

Lavana took two steps forward and knelt on the carpet beside the bed. Looking at the enormous thing illuminated by the moonlight streaming through the window, she had never tried it, but she had heard of it. At this moment, she doubted whether she could even take it in her mouth. That thing was so thick and long.

But she still pressed against him, opened her mouth, first took his head into her mouth, paused for a moment, and then began to move it up and down.

Ronan snapped his fingers, manipulating the materialized magic to turn on all the lights; this was a matter that couldn't be ignored.

Chapter 1128 Thick Black Stockings, Physical and Mental Changes, A Young Man Matures Overnight

Soon, the two moved to the bed, and at Ronan's command, they changed their position to 69.

Although Lavana's oral skills were incredibly clumsy, consisting only of swallowing and spitting, and not even deep enough, Ronan's gaze was drawn to her muscular buttocks and legs, stretched taut by thick black stockings. The sheer power and athleticism of her buttocks and legs, the way she played with them until her muscles twitched, transforming them from tense and hard to soft and bouncy, was incredibly satisfying and gave him a sense of conquest.

Beneath the cleft of her buttocks, the pubic hair between her legs is abundant, revealing a wet and lustful vulva that is particularly arousing. This is what a married woman's vulva should be like.

As Ronan's fingers dug and his tongue licked, Lavana became increasingly unable to concentrate on oral sex. Every now and then, she would hold Ronan's penis and pause for several seconds, letting out a few soft moans, before she could lower her head and suck a few times again. She was still too inexperienced and had not adapted to Ronan, unlike others who would not stop oral sex at all during 69.

Ronan patted her bottom. "Get up, just lie down."

Lavana got up, grabbed a pillow and lay face down, tearing open her buttocks. Her toes, inside her thick black stockings, were still moving unconsciously, revealing her restless desire.

"Put your hands behind your back and spread your legs," Ronan said.

Lavana did as she was told without hesitation. Although she hadn't completely lost her sense of shame about such things, Ronan's instructions were enough to overpower that shame.

With her hands behind her back, she pressed her fingers deep into the thick, tight crotch of her buttocks, which were covered by black stockings, and pulled them apart. The thick black stockings, which were originally only slightly transparent because of the crotch muscles, gradually became more transparent as they were pulled. The tear in the crotch of the stockings also widened further, and the two thick labia covered with pubic hair opened up, revealing a moist and bright red flesh hole.

Ronan held his penis, but instead of inserting it directly, he circled and ground it between the labia majora and the clitoris, teasing her in this way, until Lavana's moans gradually became clearer.

Training and teasing Lavana, a woman with a fit body, defined muscles, and an average-looking beauty, brings two unique pleasures: one is the sense of accomplishment from turning muscles into lustful flesh, and the other is the strange pleasure of bullying an ordinary, respectable wife.

Under Ronan's repeated teasing, Lavana began to unconsciously wiggle her hips; she really wanted it now.

"Do you want it?" Ronan asked.

“Mm,” Lavana replied.

“Then do it yourself,” Ronan said.

Lavana paused for a moment, then moved backward, slowly swallowing Ronan's thick penis with her vagina, which was being spread open by her hands. Her sense of shame was gradually decreasing, and her body and mind were changing little by little.

Her heart went from initial gratitude to admiration, then to love and inferiority, and her body went from initially forcing itself to adapt to gradually accepting it, and now to beginning to enjoy it.

Ronan began thrusting, and after a while, Lavana didn't make a sound. "Why aren't you making a sound?"

Ravana shook her head, sobbing. She felt it was wrong of her to cry out; it was a provocation to others, something she didn't deserve and didn't want to do.

Ronan quickly guessed what she was thinking. "You're really honest," he said, wrapping his arms around her waist and pressing down on her back, beginning to fuck her even more intensely.

On the other side, the second-floor balcony.

Several women were drinking red wine and eating sliced ​​beef.

"How can she endure it without making a sound?" Golan asked with a puzzled look.

Lu Jianling picked up a piece of beef jerky, "She's a pretty honest girl, she probably thinks that making loud groans would be disrespectful to us."

"Huh? Where did she come from, a servant?" Golan was even more surprised. Even if a superhuman was a servant, he would not consider himself a servant. This has been the case in both the East and the West since ancient times.

"Who knows?" Isabel remarked casually, picking up her wine glass and looking at Lu Jianling. "By the way, we haven't even asked yet. Is that all she has?"

Lu Jianbeng began to explain what made Ravana special.

As a human-demon hybrid, she effortlessly carried the new inventions of Falek Canaan and the others, enabling the transplantation of magical artifacts without overdrawing their potential. The side effects after the transplantation were minimized, and perhaps a new path could be explored through her.

"As expected, a woman must be useful to him." Isabel's tone was tinged with disdain.

"Her personality is quite interesting too," Golan added.

That night, Ravana was fucked by Ronan until the early hours of the morning, until she passed out.

When she woke up again, it was the next morning.

The first pair of thick black stockings was placed at the foot of the bed, many parts of which were already dry and hard. Under the bed was another pair of semi-transparent, tattered, and ranchy black stockings, which were also dry and hard in many places, with white stuff on them.

Lavana got up, put on her slippers, and after taking only a couple of steps, she felt a throbbing and aching pain in the muscles on the inside of her thighs.

She couldn't remember how many different positions they had last night.

After having breakfast with Ronan and the others, she rested for a while and then took a good shower.

I took a nap in the afternoon.

That evening, she and Ronan had dinner out together, and then she met up with Ashley.

"How was he today?" Ronan asked Ashley.

Ashley said, "I went to the police station again, but I still didn't want to sign the papers, so I came back and have been staying at home ever since."

The police wouldn't let Ye Jingye see the body before, and now that it's gone, they're even less likely to reveal the truth to him. They'll just be eager for Ye Jingye to sign the document stating the death as an accidental drowning. Of course, if Ye Jingye refuses to sign, it's not a problem; after a while, it'll be treated as a missing person case. The current procedure is purely because Bai Yinglan and Ye Jingye are both superhumans. If they were ordinary people, they could sign it or not, it's up to them.

That night, Ronan and his two companions returned to Ye Jingye's house.

"We have found your mother."

Upon hearing this, Ye Jingye scrambled to open the door.

Ronan and Ashley walked in front, while Lavana carried the coffin behind them.

Upon entering the living room, Ye Jingye eagerly opened the box, only to find his mother's incomplete body, riddled with wounds, encased in ice.

With just one glance, Ye Jingye collapsed to the ground, his eyes unfocused once more. His swollen, red eyes had already shed too many tears, and now he could no longer cry; only a gurgling sound like dry heaving came from his throat. After a while, he recovered and crawled back to the coffin, staring blankly at his mother's body once more.

He waited and waited, until Ye Jingye removed his hand from the coffin and let out a long sigh. Only then did Ronan begin to recount the cause of Ye Jingye's mother's death. Ye Jingye remained silent but listened intently. When Ronan finished, he didn't say anything childish like taking the body to confront the police or filing a lawsuit to seek justice. Instead, he said with a firm gaze, "I want revenge."

"Take it easy, young man. You can't do anything right now," Ronan advised.

Ye Jingye looked at Luo Nan, his face now displaying a maturity beyond his years. "Thank you," he simply said.

Ronan shook his head helplessly and left with Ashley and Lavana.