My Youth Began With Him

“I’ll be fine. I can manage,” Huo Mian said as she ate the hamburger.

“Okay… Good luck.”

After the meal, John left from the front door with the antidote while Huo Mian disappeared into a small alley.

When John returned, he saw everyone was waiting for him.

“Where’s the antidote?” Riley asked.

“Here it is, Boss.”

“Where’s Miss Huo?”

“She was still eating in the hamburger shop when I left.”

“Did you check the antidote? Are you sure it’s real?” Riley asked.

“I think so. I saw Miss Huo take out a small vial of medicine and mix it with water.”

“Did she tell you how to take it?” Riley lifted the bottle of water and examined it.

“Yes. She said we each take a drink of it and then in the next week we must drink 20 glasses of water each day; oh, we must do 100 pushups each day, too.”

Riley: “…”

“Miss Huo said the exercise will remove the toxin faster.”

“Okay.” Riley opened the lid and took a big mouthful before handing the bottle to his men.

This trip of provision deliverance cost them a lot since this group of men was played by a young woman.

– Meanwhile, in a suburban villa in Sydney –

Smith brought Qiao back to his house and led him directly to his bedroom.

“Qiao, do you want to take a shower first?” the white old man asked suggestively.

“You go ahead and take a shower, Mr. Smith. I’ll wait here for you.”

“Okay, little baby… I’ll come out soon.”

Before he entered the bathroom, he gave Qiao Fei a creepy look.

Qiao Fei snorted. When he entered the house, the bodyguards at the gate had searched him with high-tech scanning devices because no weapons were allowed in the house. Knowing the rules of the house, Lu Yan hadn’t let him bring his pistol and dagger.

In less than 20 minutes, the old guy walked out of the bathroom eagerly dressed in a loose white bathrobe with a black whip in his hand.

There were some dark red stains on the whip, looking like dried blood.

“Let’s start from the basics, okay?” Smith asked with a smile.

“Okay. I’m fine with it.” Qiao Fei was calm.

“Baby, take off your clothes and put on this.”

The old guy took out a leather dog leash with a heavy chain from a cupboard.

Qiao Fei lowered his head and picked up the iron chain slowly, weighing it in his hand.

“Take off your clothes,” the old guy looked down at him and ordered.

Qiao Fei sat on the sofa and didn’t move.

Losing patience, the old guy lashed the whip at Qiao Fei.

Qiao Fei caught the whip with a tight grip.

“You dare to disobey me?” the old guy asked.

“Why should I obey you, an old pervert?” Qiao Fei asked in fluent English.

“If you’re obedient to me, I’ll let you go after our play. If you don’t obey me, I’ll make you die a gruesome death. I can tell you I damaged quite a few oriental men just like you each month, including students, models, and actors…” The old guy smiled sinisterly.

“Oh? Come on and try it on me.” Qiao Fei’s tone was still mild.

“Fellow, it seems you want to take it the hard way… I’m not a patient man.” Smith walked toward Qiao Fei.