The Personal Bodyguard of the Female CEO-Chapter 1744 - 1742: Sister Furong

But the man was already out of it, lying limp on the ground, practically foaming at the mouth.

It was a joke, being played with by a group of female prisoners hungry for who knows how many years, even the strongest would be done for.

Seeing the male prisoner was done, the female prisoners immediately looked at a woman sitting on the edge of the iron bed.

Such a beautiful woman!

When Wang Dadong saw the woman’s face, he was instantly stunned.

Oval face, willow-leaf eyebrows, long eyelashes, skin as pale as snow, with no trace of makeup, yet so perfect.

It’s hard to believe that such a beautiful woman could be locked up in prison.

"Sister Furong, he’s done for, please help," a female prisoner who looked like Ruhua pitifully looked at the woman called Sister Furong.

Wang Dadong twitched all over; with a face like that, it’s already a miracle not being scared to death, let alone functioning.

The beautiful female prisoner stood up, walked impatiently to the male prisoner, tugged the work clothes to the side, suddenly revealing a large area of white.

The male prisoner was instantly taken aback, eyes fixed.

"He’s reacting!"

The female prisoners exclaimed.

"It’s my turn, don’t any of you dare fight me!" Ruhua-like prisoner waved a big hand to block other female prisoners.

Sister Furong fixed her clothes, sat back on the iron bed, and took out a ladies’ cigarette and smoked.

The scene that followed made Wang Dadong want to vomit.

At this moment, a prison guard tapped on the cell door with a baton.

"Got a newcomer, take good care of him." The prison guard pulled Wang Dadong to the iron door and said with a smile.

Seeing Wang Dadong, all female prisoners in Cell 0 went crazy, rushing to the iron door, madly banging on it, like people starving for three days suddenly seeing a platter of braised pork.

Wang Dadong swallowed a mouthful of saliva with difficulty, finally understanding why male prisoners both longed for and feared Cell 0.

These female prisoners were definitely like wolves and tigers.

Wang Dadong suddenly thought of a phrase: grinding an iron rod into a needle!

My God, even if it’s adamantine, it would be ground to powder.

Damn, who the hell is the Prison Warden, so freaking ruthless?

Remembering what happened to the man under Sister Ruhua, Wang Dadong felt an urge to bang his head against the wall, but he had no chance; he was roughly shoved inside by the prison guard.

Howl!

A group of female prisoners rushed up like hungry wolves.

Wang Dadong almost wanted to cry; damn Hao Wentao, couldn’t you at least tell me who the target is?

For this mission, Hao Wentao didn’t tell Wang Dadong the target right away. Because of past spy failures, the target was already alert. If he told Wang Dadong the target now, he’d focus too much attention on it, easily alerting others.

So Hao Wentao decided to let Wang Dadong stay in prison for a while before telling him the target.

...

Prison Warden’s Office.

"Warden, everything’s done as you ordered." The prison guard said respectfully.

"Good, I want to see if he can still stand tomorrow!" The beautiful woman in the prison guard uniform smiled mischievously.

Cell 0.

"Nobody move, don’t y’all know Sister Furong goes first?" A female prisoner with meat hanging everywhere stretched out an arm thicker than Wang Dadong’s thigh, blocking everyone.

The beautiful woman called Sister Furong was doing so well in prison because she had a skill, making a man who turned into a lamb become hungry wolves again.

"You guys play, I’m not interested." Sister Furong’s woman said blandly, not even glancing at Wang Dadong.

In fact, this was just the female prisoners showing respect to Sister Furong. They knew she couldn’t care less about these male prisoners.

Wang Dadong felt like he found a savior, rushing to Sister Furong, hugging her leg, and cried, "Sister Furong, let me serve you."

Damn, if he was played by those beastly women, might as well die.

As Wang Dadong clung to her leg, Sister Furong’s willow brows furrowed, disgusted, "Get off."

Wang Dadong wouldn’t let go; letting go meant the lamb to the tiger.

Sister Furong frowned tighter, took a deep drag of her cigarette, burning it down to a short stub. Then she took the stub and pressed it onto Wang Dadong’s arm.

Sizzle!

The smell of roasting meat spread.

The surface of the stub was two to three hundred degrees, central even up to seven or eight hundred. A searing pain pierced Wang Dadong’s mind.

Wang Dadong was furious, wanting to slap Sister Furong but held back, hugging her leg tightly. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

Sister Furong twisted the stub until it extinguished on Wang Dadong’s arm.

"You’ve got guts, tonight you can sleep with me." Sister Furong said coldly.

Hearing this, the other female prisoners drooped like eggplants hit by frost, knowing tonight was out, they continued tending to the prisoner who’d been ridden by Ruhua and was foaming at the mouth.

"Thank you, Sister Furong!" Wang Dadong beamed, affectionately holding Sister Furong’s hand.

My God, this suffering wasn’t for nothing.

Serving Sister Furong was way better than serving those wolf-like female prisoners.

Sister Furong coldly glanced at Wang Dadong, "Let go!"

Wang Dadong instantly let go.

Sister Furong used the blanket to divide the bed into two parts. She pointed to the barely twenty-centimeter space by the wall, "If you dare cross this line, I’ll kill you."

Wang Dadong was stunned, realizing Sister Furong didn’t want him as a bedmate.

Fine, if not as a bedmate, no need to act a love scene with so many watching. But gosh, at least give me more room, twenty centimeters for my mighty build?

But Wang Dadong didn’t dare say it, fearing Sister Furong would turn and make him serve Sister Ruhua instead.

Obediently, he lay by the wall, sideways to stay within the twenty centimeters.

"Face the wall!"

Sister Furong coldly ordered.

Wang Dadong originally thought, sideways was sideways, gazing at a beauty sleeping was a kind of enjoyment too.

But the plan failed, so he faced the wall, contemplating.

The male prisoner was tormented till midnight, foaming who knows how many pounds, constantly twitching.

Finally kicked his legs, croaked.

Actually succumbed from overindulgence.

First half of the night, Sister Furong sat by the bed smoking, only lay down with clothes on in the latter half.

Sister Furong had a great figure, even under work clothes couldn’t hide the impressive front. Wang Dadong couldn’t help but wonder if Sister Furong’s lying pose formed the legendary arch bridge.