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:

"Come on, my child, life is short, why must you let yourself live in such pain? Man, if not enjoying life in time, what’s the point if you can’t get what you want? Your name is King, naturally, you should get whatever you desire; all of this belongs to you, and in the future, there will be a lot more, all for you. Come on, come on..."

Those continuous ’come ons’ sounded like hypnotic signals, making one’s head grow even dizzier, completely losing rationality.

Third Young Master Jun’s eyes were utterly bewildered, losing focus and reason, he shivered as he stretched out his hand, pouncing like a wolf towards the bag of powder in Su Feiman’s hand.

His trembling hands desperately tried to open it, scaring the others present, who quickly covered their noses in terror.

Apart from Su Feiman, everyone else tightly covered their mouths.

Lie Feng’s face underwent a drastic change, his eyes filled with shock and sympathy; the drug’s purity was very high, and he feared its addictive nature was extremely severe – coming into contact with it could cause even the strongest will to collapse. It seems the godfather was intent on destroying Third Young Master.

Lie Feng turned his head away with great difficulty, unable to bear seeing such a proud and unruly man sink into the mire, falling into a quagmire from which he would never recover.

"King, I really wish I could capture your current expression," sighed Su Feiman, showing a thick layer of irony, that conceited and disdainful look in his eyes as if he were looking at a pathetic dog beneath his feet, falling into the hunter’s trap.

But Third Young Master paid him no mind, and after opening the packet of powder, his trembling head lowered to snort and consume it; his fallen state formed a sharp contrast with the godfather’s mocking expression, so ironic.

Suddenly, just as Third Young Master Jun was about to bury his head and inhale, he flipped his palm, sending the powder flying towards Su Feiman’s face. The white powder scattered across the sky, the air filled with a strong, enticing, seductive scent, the intense aroma blurring people’s rationality in an instance.

This shocking turn of events happened too suddenly, and basically, no one expected it. 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

Seeing Third Young Master leap up and crash towards Su Feiman, they were all stunned, unable to react in time.

Who would have thought that Third Young Master Jun, upon opening the packet of powder, could restrain his strong instincts not to snort it but instead launch a violent attack—completely inconceivable.

By the time they came to their senses, Third Young Master Jun had pinned Su Feiman to the ground by the bedside, his fingers tightly strangling Su Feiman’s neck, his face ferociously bloodthirsty, the urge to kill overwhelming.

"Get lost, or I’ll kill him."

The bodyguards were all astounded, seeing Third Young Master Jun grasping Su Feiman, none dared to move.

Lie Feng furrowed his brow but also did not make a move.

"Trying to take me as a hostage to escape?" Su Feiman choked on his twisted fingers gripping his throat.