ThirdYoung Master Jun's gaze gradually grew unfocused, his breathing more rapid; his blood-stained eyes desperately fixated on that package.
"Let go of him!" the godfather commanded coldly to those who were restraining Third Young Master.
He raised his hand in front of Third Young Master Jun, with that bag of powder quietly resting on it, emanating the most tantalizing temptation.
Third Young Master Jun struggled in agony, his body desperately retreating backward, his teeth clenching so hard that blood seeped through more fiercely, his stark white teeth stained by a mouthful of fresh blood.
Without seeing these things, the addiction inside his body wasn't so intense, but having seen them, it felt like they were the only things in the world that could bring him relief.
He wanted to crazily throw himself on it and swallow it, that bodily instinct, every cell yelling, wanting to possess it.
Su Feiman's seductive voice echoed again:
