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Shawn Young quickly made his way down to the banks of the Eastpeace River. This spot was at a bend in the river, where the waves surged and the current was swift. The surrounding forest was thick, blocking out the sun, making it impossible for those at the Dongping River Hydropower Station up ahead to see what was happening here—let alone the two enemy guards at the bridge. It was the perfect location for a secret infiltration.
Shawn placed his hands together, right hand over left, thumbs touching to form the 'Vase Mudra.' He then channeled his inner energy, reciting the incantation: "Supreme Star of the Terrace, let golden light appear swiftly! Let pure essence be born, mist condense in the heavens, the Three Lights gather, Polaris arises—by law and command, grant!"
As soon as he finished the incantation, Shawn flicked his right hand toward the surging river—"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—" A dazzling burst of white light shot from his hand, landing directly on the surface of the river. Instantly, the light transformed into clusters of floating purple radiance, like brilliant lotus blossoms, forming a bridge of flowers straight across to the opposite bank of the Eastpeace River.
The Daoist technique Shawn used was the legendary 'Divine Crossing Spell.' After the late Eastern Han Dynasty, this spell became rare in the martial world. It shares roots with the Japanese ninja's 'Hazard Crossing Technique,' but the Divine Crossing Spell allows the caster to traverse almost any natural obstacle and requires advanced Daoist cultivation. It's far superior to the limitations of ninja techniques.
Once the Divine Crossing Spell took effect, Shawn didn't hesitate. He stepped forward, treading on the clusters of purple light. As he walked, he felt as if he were drifting on the wind, soaring through the clouds. In just ten seconds, he glided across the fifty or sixty meters of the Eastpeace River to the other side.
Landing lightly on the far bank, Shawn withdrew his energy—"Whoosh—" In a soft sound, the lotus-shaped clusters of purple light spanning the river flashed and instantly reverted to a ball of white light before vanishing without a trace, as if nothing had ever happened.
Once ashore, Shawn hurried along the densely wooded slope, making his way toward the valley by the Eastpeace River Bridge. In about ten minutes, he stealthily reached the top of the valley and looked down. He could just make out fifty or sixty armed thugs herding a dozen hostages. Anyone who walked too slowly was immediately cursed and kicked.
What shocked Shawn most was that some of the armed thugs were only about five or six years old. These dark-skinned kids were vicious—they not only drove the hostages forward, but also beat them, slicing open their clothes with knives and carving bloody marks on their backs and buttocks, all while laughing and boasting.
Bringing up the rear was a man of about forty, clearly the leader of the armed thugs. He was short, stocky, dark-skinned, with a face full of scars and a red headband tied around his single eye. Wielding a light machine gun, he bellowed at the others: "Move faster! Hurry up and drive these Chinese pigs to our village, then lock them in the pig cages and hang them in the woods! Let the mountain leeches feed first—then wait for their relatives in China to pay the ransom!"
"Howie Jiang, are we really going to lock those two beautiful women in the pig cages and let the mountain leeches feed on them too? Isn't that a waste? Why not let me and the boys have some fun first before dealing with them? Heh heh—" A sleazy young thug pointed at Vivian Fang and Yvonne Hu, who were walking at the front of the group, sidling up to the leader, Howie Jiang, with a lecherous grin.
"Smack!" Before he finished, Howie Jiang slapped him hard across the forehead. "Mason, you bastard, you already killed two Chinese women back at the hydropower station, and now you want these two? Let me warn you, these women are rich! I'm keeping them for a big ransom, so don't touch them! Once we get the money, we're leaving this hellhole for America, for Paris—then you can have all the pretty women you want!"
"Oh—I get it, haha. But seriously, these two women are gorgeous! Way better than those brothel girls in the Special Zone. Howie Jiang, are you sure you haven't got your eye on them too?" Mason snickered.
"Damn it, Mason, what nonsense are you spouting? Once we get the ransom, you can do whatever you want with women, I won't stop you. But for now, don't mess up my plan! Watch it, or I'll deal with you myself! Get to work, and quit thinking about women all the time!" Howie Jiang snapped.
"Uh—got it, Howie Jiang—" Mason hung his head, sneaking a vicious glance at Howie Jiang before turning and walking toward the front of the hostage line.
He walked right up to Vivian Fang and Yvonne Hu, and deliberately jabbed the gun into Yvonne Hu's perky backside, yelling, "Move it, you little brat!"
"Ah—what are you doing—" Yvonne Hu, startled by Mason's rough jab, turned pale and stumbled to the ground.
"Yvonne—are you okay!?" Vivian Fang rushed forward to help her daughter up.
The climate in northern Myanmar was scorching, so when Vivian Fang was taken hostage, she wore a thin black-and-white business outfit: black blouse, white pants. Her tall, curvy figure was on full display as she bent down to help Yvonne Hu, her round, perky backside facing Mason and the other thugs.
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As Vivian Fang bent down, her thin white pants stretched tight, subtly revealing a flesh-colored pair of panties underneath. The simple movement instantly stoked the lust of Mason and the nearby thugs—their eyes glazed over. It was their first time seeing such a stunning, mature beauty, and even in these dire circumstances, she radiated an irresistible allure.
"Gulp—" Mason and the other thugs couldn't help but swallow hard. Mason, closest to Vivian, caught a whiff of her fragrant, sweat-tinged scent. A wave of wicked desire surged in his belly, completely forgetting Howie Jiang's warning. He stepped forward, reaching for Vivian's delicate hand with his grubby paw, leering, "Heh heh—you're so pale and soft, so springy—bet you'll get real wet down there. Let me give you a good squeeze!"
"Ah—you—you pervert! What are you doing? Don’t you want the ransom!?" Vivian Fang screamed, desperately slapping Mason’s grubby hand away.
"Damn it—woman, I only grab you because I want you. A few squeezes won’t hurt, so quit screaming, will you?" Mason snapped, warning Vivian.
"No! Let go of me! If you keep this up, I'll tell your boss—" Vivian shouted in anger and fear, having already promised Howie Jiang a huge ransom to ensure her and Yvonne Hu’s safety.
"Hell—trying to scare me with Howie Jiang? You tired of living?" Mason pressed his gun to Vivian’s neck, making her go pale and tremble, unable to utter another sound.
"Please, don’t hurt my mom!" Yvonne Hu had already gotten up from the ground, pleading with Mason.
"Heh heh—so you’re her daughter, huh? Never thought a beauty like her could have such a cute little babe! If I could have both of you, that’d be the dream! If you want your mom to be safe, come here—let me see if you’re as soft and juicy as she is!" Mason cackled, beckoning Yvonne over.
Smack! Lost in his fantasies, Mason was suddenly slapped hard across the face, sending him sprawling. Before he could recover, a cold blade pressed against his throat. Howie Jiang’s furious voice rang in his ear: "Damn you, Mason! Didn’t I tell you not to touch them yet? Do you have a death wish? You think my words are crap? Want me to cut your head off?"
Mason broke out in a cold sweat, face ashen, and begged, "How—Howie Jiang, I’m sorry, I was blinded by lust. Please, give me another chance!"
Smack—smack—Howie Jiang slapped Mason twice more, so hard that two of Mason’s front teeth flew out. Only then did he let go of Mason’s throat, snarling, "Listen, Mason, this is your last chance. If you mess with those women again, I’ll kill you! Got it?"
"Got it, I understand—" Mason replied, clutching his burning cheeks.
"Get up—don’t cause any more trouble!" Howie Jiang kicked Mason before finally letting him go.
Mason picked up his weapon and got up, sulking. A murderous glint flashed in his eyes. Suddenly, he raised his gun and pressed it to Howie Jiang’s head, pulling the trigger—
Bang—bang—bang—after several shots, Howie Jiang’s head exploded like a watermelon. He didn’t even make a sound before collapsing to the ground, dead!