e uncomfortable. Her body struggled slightly in Ye Fan's arms before giving in to his embrace. A blush appeared on her originally pale cheeks.Feeling the intense masculine aura emanating from Ye Fan,...I originally thought there would be nothing else planned after dinner, but who knew, Kunka suggested we take a bath together.

When Ye Fan heard this, he immediately understood what he meant.

In the Xia Dynasty, wasn't there a saying Those who carry guns together and stand guard together... In China, if you want to figure someone out, just ask them to take a shower. Only when they are bare can you see through more things, especially their post-shower entertainment activities.

Because only when you truly face each other, especially after doing something together, can trust gradually develop.

Ye Fan didn't reject Kunka's proposal. On the one hand, he really wanted to experience the extravagant nightlife of the oligarchs and understand it more deeply. On the other hand, bathing together could bring them closer.

Behind his palace, which was designed exactly like the White House in America, he actually built a luxurious bathroom!

After leaving the restaurant, Ye Fan and Kunka, protected by several bodyguards, made their way to the bathroom at the back. It was evident that his bodyguards were highly skilled individuals!

The innate physical excellence of the Black race is evident in these individuals. They possess powerful muscles and lithe physiques. This is far removed from the rigid, over-developed muscles of a bodybuilder! These guards, clad in black and gleaming muscle, are imbued with elasticity! They move with the alertness of panthers, their eyes glittering with keen intelligence!

The black agent, DeKo, that Ren Zhihua had arranged before was also similar in build. But compared to these bodyguards of Kunka, there was still a big difference. These people were born for fighting, or killing. They were all filled with explosive power and murderous intent.

They probably helped Quinka kill people before. Now, with several of them by his side, is Quinka not worried about Ye Fan at all

After all, Ye Fan's previous performance left Kunka a little unsure.

Outside the bathroom, there was a very spacious lounge area with fur covering the floor. It felt soft and comfortable to step on. This must be the changing room, Ye Fan saw Kunka changing clothes over there and took off his outer garment as well.

But just at this time, Kunka intentionally or unintentionally glanced at Ye Fan several times, his eyes slightly different...

Damn, this guy wouldn't like that tone, would he Ye Fan felt a chill run down his spine. This guy, all fat, you wouldn't know how he got to be a general.

But Ye Fan immediately understood Kunka's meaning. At this time, Kunka's eyes changed complexly, and then looked at Ye Fan seriously again, with a look of appreciation and vigilance in his eyes. Ye Fan, who had taken off his outer garment, was covered in knife wounds and gunshot wounds, some cuts and some penetrating...

These are all scars left from training camps on the northwestern frontier, or memories from missions around the world.

After I took off my clothes, Kunka looked at me. He seemed a little dazed, then as if he had nodded to himself. Afterward, there was a hint of respect in his eyes when he looked at me.

He was a soldier, and once a warrior. Only those who have truly experienced the test of death can understand that these scars on a man's body are actually another kind of medal of honor.

And on Kunkka's ample flesh, there were surprisingly many scars and bullet marks. It seemed that this fellow had also had a glorious fighting history. However, after becoming a tycoon, his body changed completely. No wonder the photo provided by Ren Zhihua showed Kunkka as a muscular figure.

"You're different from my previous financial advisor," Kunka retracted her gaze, gave a snort, and blurted out the unexpected, "He was soft... and you, you're a warrior."

As he spoke, his gaze shifted to Ye Fan's hand again.

From the age of eight to twenty, for a full twelve years, Ye Fan's hands never left weapons like daggers and clubs. Especially during those training years, the ancient martial arts instructors at the base physically modified him, including soaking him in medicinal water and teaching him ancient martial arts and internal energy cultivation techniques. One training project every night was to hammer his hands relentlessly inside a wooden barrel filled with iron sand...

Though his hands seemed smooth at first glance, those truly knowledgeable could see that Ye Fan's knuckles were thicker in several places compared to ordinary people. This detail would be nearly obvious to experienced eyes.

"These hands, how many people have they killed" Kunka asked Ye Fan as if he was very interested.

Ye Fan glanced at him, smiled faintly, and said: "Definitely not as many as a general."

Hearing Ye Fan's answer, Kunka just grinned and didn't say anything more. He pushed open the door to the restroom and walked straight into the bathroom. He seemed to trust Ye Fan very much; when he entered the bathroom, he didn't let his bodyguards follow him. Only he and Ye Fan went into the bathroom together.

Ye Fan walked behind Kunlun, the distance between the two being about a step. Looking at Kunka's exposed neck, Ye Fan suddenly had a thought: Does he not fear that I would assassinate him at this time

Although this thought flashed through Ye Fan's mind, Kunka, despite his bandit-like demeanor, was not a fool. Moreover... Ye Fan had no reason to kill him In Kunka's view, even if Ye Fan killed him, Ye Fan, including everyone he brought, would die here, and no one could escape.

Kunka, is very accurate about this. He doesn't worry that Ye Fan will make a move against him on his own turf.

At this time, the two had already walked into the bathroom one after the other. Seeing the bathroom in front of him, Ye Fan was a little stunned.

Good heavens!! This is... this is Africa! It's one of the regions in the world with the least freshwater resources!!

The bathroom before me is so luxurious, it's almost cursed! Even the enjoyment of an Arab prince probably wouldn't be this extravagant...

A round, enormous bathtub, bigger than even Ding Ran's swimming pool. Just thinking of Ding Ran, Ye Fan's mind conjured up the scene from that afternoon. But that day, Ding Ran had clearly been teasing Ye Fan, driving him mad with desire.

When he gets back, he must definitely find that little girl to vent his anger. Ye Fan thought wickedly in his heart. At this time, at the Ding family mansion, Ding Ran, who had just woken up, suddenly let out a gasp and couldn't help but frown: Who is thinking of me

While imagining Ding Ran's graceful figure in his mind, he gazed at the bathtub in front of him.

The edge of the bathtub was made of the finest white marble. In the middle of the bathtub was a fountain, shaped like an exquisite Greek goddess. The sculpture of this Greek goddess looked completely anatomically accurate, as if modeled after a real human being. When taking a bath, one could lie perfectly in her embrace, with their head resting on her chest, and their body gently massaged by several cascading water streams below...

Gosh, this Quenca really shows off. He designed such a fantastic bath! Quenca seems very pleased with himself, his fleshy face trembling with pride and a faint smile on his lips.

Luxurious, Ye Fan's eyes once again fell on the surroundings of the bathtub, and at the same time, a thought flashed in his mind.

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