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After nearly an hour of wild fun, Shawn Young was basking in Yvonne Hu’s ‘super swallow technique,’ feeling absolutely blissful. He was driving the Lamborghini at a snail’s pace, zigzagging into the city, and finally pulled up outside Emerald Court, the private club where Samuel Morin had arranged to meet him. Through the window, he could see the place was surrounded by layers of burly men in black suits, their bulging armpits clearly hiding some heavy-duty weapons.
What really stood out was that all these guys were wearing earpieces and sunglasses, looking sharp and disciplined—like real pros, maybe even ex-military. There was a temporary checkpoint set up on the road leading to Emerald Court, and the men were standing guard with military precision.
Shawn Young was stunned. He knew those bulges under their arms had to be guns, and in China, firearms were strictly controlled. Ordinary folks, even most rich people, wouldn’t dare to pack heat like this. Only someone with serious power could set up security at this level—like something straight out of Zhongnanhai!
Just as Shawn was wondering what was going on, he felt Yvonne Hu pick up the pace down below. Her tight, warm spot was suddenly pulling him in with wild suction, sending shivers all through his body. He groaned, grabbed the steering wheel, instinctively slammed the brakes, and pulled over. Then, pressing Yvonne's head down, he started thrusting even faster!
"Oh—I'm coming—" Shawn groaned, feeling an incredible wave of pleasure explode through him, making his whole body tremble.
Yvonne Hu lifted her head, her lips glistening with a few drops of something crystal clear. A few strands of hair fell across her flushed, gorgeous face, her eyes sparkling. She clamped a hand over her mouth, clearly trying not to let anything spill out, then shot Shawn a fierce, satisfied glare. Her shy look just made her even more stunning!
Shawn squinted, savoring that heavenly moment, then opened his eyes—just in time to see a big guy with a work badge on his chest approaching, flanked by several others. He quickly scooped Yvonne up and put her in the passenger seat, tucked his 'satisfied beast' back into his pants, and zipped up fast.
The other men closed in, while the big guy stepped up to the car, peered in at Yvonne clutching her mouth, then looked at Shawn’s odd expression. He hesitated, then knocked on the window, signaling Shawn to roll it down. Once the window was down, he politely said, "Sorry, sir, but you’ll have to turn around! Emerald Court is closed for a private event tonight. Even members can’t get in, so please come back another day!"
"Uh—I'm not a member. I’m here as a guest of Samuel Morin for the meeting!" Shawn said quickly.
"Oh! Let me check and confirm. May I have your name, sir?" the big guy in black asked politely.
"Oh, I'm Shawn Young!" Shawn replied quickly.
"Alright, Mr. Young. But tonight’s meeting is super important, so I still need to verify your identity!" the big guy said, still very polite.
"Okay, sure! So how do you want to verify I’m really me?" Shawn asked, frowning.
The big guy said, "The Morin Family’s patriarch told me Mr. Young works for a special government department—same line of work as us, just way higher up the food chain. So I’ll need to see your special credentials!"
"Uh—credentials! I, uh, didn’t bring them today!" Shawn suddenly remembered he’d left his National Security Bureau ID at home in the rush to get out.
"Oh—well, I’m really sorry, Mr. Young! I can’t let you in without them," the big guy said, looking apologetic.
Shawn was stunned. He hadn’t expected it would be such a pain just to get through the door. He felt so frustrated he almost wanted to turn around and leave, but then he remembered tonight’s meeting of the Three Great Houses was a crucial part of his mission. He shook off the urge to bail, pulled out his phone, and dialed Samuel Morin’s number.
But to Shawn’s surprise—Samuel Morin’s phone was turned off! Feeling even more annoyed, Shawn tried calling Charles Morin, but his phone was off too! Now Shawn was really stumped.
Seeing Shawn’s confused look, the big guy explained, "Oh, there’s a super important meeting going on inside tonight. Everyone entering has to turn off their phones and devices! Plus, we’ve got anti-surveillance systems set up so nothing from the meeting leaks out!"
"Whoa, that strict? So how am I supposed to prove who I am and get in?" Shawn asked, totally frustrated. The big guy just shrugged, looking helpless.
Just as Shawn was stressing out, he spotted a young man in a casual suit walking over. Looking closer, it was Charles Morin! His face was a bit pale, but he strode up to the car, and the black-suited men all bowed respectfully and called out, "Young Master!"
Charles Morin nodded to them, then looked into the car and saw Shawn—and next to him, a stunning beauty. He paused, then laughed, "Haha—so you had a date with a lovely lady, Shawn! No wonder you’re late! Sorry about these guys, by the way. They’re handpicked and specially trained by all three Great Houses, so they can be a bit intense. If they gave you any trouble, just let it slide! Come on in, everyone’s already here."
Charles waved at the big guy and said with a smile, "Brother Chen Jie, Shawn here is my good friend and a VIP guest personally invited by my father for the meeting. Please let them through!"
But the big guy’s face changed, and he said seriously to Charles, "Young Master Morin, we’re the guards for all three Great Houses—not just yours. Our job is to make sure the meeting goes smoothly. Unless you’re direct family from one of the Houses, you need proper credentials to get into Emerald Court!"
"What? Credentials? I didn’t know that was a thing!" Charles Morin asked, surprised.
"Oh, that’s just our rule. We only answer to the heads of the Three Great Houses—we don’t have to explain everything to you, Young Master Morin!" the big guy said politely, but with a definite edge.
"Uh—you guys—" Charles was stunned. He hadn’t expected them to blow off his authority like that, and his handsome face turned awkward.
Shawn’s face darkened. Now he was starting to get it—these guys were deliberately making things hard for him, probably for some reason. He raised his eyebrows and asked coldly, "So, I don’t have credentials, but what if I absolutely have to get inside Emerald Court tonight?"
"Heh—no credentials, but you still want in? It’s not impossible! If you can get past me and my brothers, we’ll let you through! We’ve all been dying to see what kind of skills a National Security elite like you really has!" The big guy gave a cold smile.
"Oh—" Shawn finally understood. So these guys were giving him a hard time just to test his skills—they wanted a challenge!