Chapter 126: Submit to Me!

Wang Zheng lay on the transparent floor, head tilted toward the sky, watching Liao Tong straddling his waist. Their movements were passionate and frantic.

To Wang Zheng, this was perhaps nothing out of the ordinary, no different from lying on solid ground. But for Liao Tong, every passing second felt like she was on the verge of plunging into a bottomless abyss.

The thrill, the excitement, and the sheer terror of staring down at the endless stream of traffic and the pedestrians—no larger than ants—under the streetlights as their nightlife came to an end, pushed her to the absolute peak of intensity and abandon. Under such circumstances, Liao Tong’s body slipped beyond her control. Every cell seemed infected with a virus of ecstasy and self-oblivion, causing her to scream hysterically despite having experienced countless climaxes before. Even when her strength was spent and her throat was too hoarse to make a sound, the madness remained, corroding her, leaving her trapped in a state from which she could not escape.

"Ugh."

Following a high-pitched, raspy cry, Liao Tong collapsed heavily into the arms of the man beneath her. She closed her eyes, breathing raggedly. From her damp hair and the sweat covering her skin, it was clear she had no strength left. She looked as though she had just been dragged out of a river.

Was it over? Wang Zheng, lying beneath her, smiled. For him, it was only just beginning. He suddenly rolled over, pinning Liao Tong beneath him. Amidst his vigorous movements, he extended his left hand toward her. The hand that had been bare moments ago was now adorned with a platinum ring.

"My dear, look at this," Wang Zheng said, punctuating his words with his movements.

"I... I can't," Liao Tong whispered weakly. "I don't even have the strength to open my eyes."

"Is that so? Heh."

Liao Tong’s brows furrowed slightly. If she had heard correctly, the man’s laugh was cold, mocking. Her body felt as though it were being dismantled, and she couldn't understand why he would laugh like that. Summoning all her remaining strength, she forced her eyelids open—and froze.

This... this ring...!?

Liao Tong quickly pulled her right hand away from Wang Zheng’s neck. The ring was still there. Countless thoughts flashed through her mind; the physiological pleasure flooding her body tangled with the chaotic thoughts in her head, creating a strange, indescribable sensation that surged through her entire being.

Suddenly, her body shuddered violently, and a low moan escaped her throat—she had lost count of how many times this had happened.

"Why... why is your ring the same as mine?" Liao Tong asked, feigning ignorance. In this situation, she didn't know how to handle the confrontation. In her thirty years of life, the sum of all her joys and sorrows combined likely didn't compare to the complexity of her current state of mind.

"You shouldn't ask me that question; you should ask yourself," Wang Zheng said with a smile, before pressing a light kiss to her confused eyes.

Liao Tong looked at the man above her. For the first time, she felt that a person’s smile could be so complex. It held too many meanings—so many that it made her feel guilty and unsettled.

Was it evil?

At such a thrilling moment, in such a thrilling location, saying such provocative things—was that evil? If not, then what about rendering a woman like soft mud, stripping her of all resistance, continuing to torment her, and finding pleasure in her pain and bewilderment? That had to be evil.

"Bang!" Wang Zheng’s hands slammed against the floor, the dull thud making one wonder if the glass would shatter and send them plummeting.

"Well? Do you have an answer yet?" Wang Zheng asked with a wicked grin. He was far from a "good guy" now. In this moment, one might even feel pity for Liao Tong, the spy, because Wang Zheng was simply too sinister.

Liao Tong gritted her teeth. Her body and mind were under dual assault. Like a lonely boat on a stormy sea, she could only drift, for the situation was beyond her control. Never had she imagined that the man she had so painstakingly seduced and approached would lead to this. The outcome was far beyond her expectations; she had been left with no defenses. After showering, she had been brought to this place; she had no tools, the environment was useless, and even her only weapon—her body—had been drained of all energy by their previous passion.

"I can tell you clearly: the owner of this ring was killed by me," Wang Zheng said, watching her with a smile. "I feel sorry for you. Such a wonderful woman, yet you chose to be a spy. I am truly sad, because I once considered you the perfect candidate for a wife."

Wang Zheng’s unexpected confession brought order to the chaos in Liao Tong’s mind. Ruling out the possibility of him being an ally, she now understood his stance, though his specific identity remained a mystery.

"Who are you?"

"I’m not finished yet!" Wang Zheng said sharply, his movements becoming more aggressive as a warning and punishment. "You have two choices. First, become mine and tell me who is behind you. Second, you said you wanted to die in ecstasy, right? Perhaps this glass floor really will shatter!"

Liao Tong’s body convulsed again. Reminded of the danger, she felt a sudden sense of emptiness as the man stood up.

"Do you know why we’ve always been in the dark during our intimate moments?" Wang Zheng asked calmly. He turned his back to her and walked slowly toward the observation hall. The lights inside illuminated his bare back, making the pattern etched there increasingly clear.

"You... you are one of the Hundred Tribes... a Hundred Tribes Warrior?" Liao Tong stared at his back in astonishment. The skull, the ram’s head, and the black mamba snake seemed to come alive with the movement of his muscles and the glistening of his sweat. She couldn't believe she had actually encountered someone from the legends. "No... it's impossible. How could a Hundred Tribes Warrior from Africa be Chinese?"

"There are many impossible things in this world. When you came to Jinghua City to carry out your mission, did you foresee this result?"

Having finished, Wang Zheng picked up his clothes and dressed. He pulled over a chair and watched Liao Tong, who still lay on the floor like a heap of mud.

"Do you know how good my first impression of you was? Mature, steady, elegant, dignified... you possessed everything a mature woman should have. But that ring on your finger made me doubt my own judgment. You are damned because you destroyed the beautiful image I held of you."

Wang Zheng appeared exceptionally calm now. The arrogance and wickedness had vanished from his expression, replaced by a cool detachment—like morning mist, yet imposing and terrifying. It was a feeling that refused to fade.

He spoke the truth. If not for that platinum ring, he might have truly fallen for her. In terms of impact, Liao Tong had even surpassed Lin Xiaolei in his mind, for she was so perfect that he couldn't find a flaw or a reason to dislike her.

But everything had changed. Knowing her identity, Wang Zheng acted without reservation, determined to possess her. The wild driving on the highway, the desperate search for thrills in the water, the intensity on this three-hundred-meter-high observation deck—Wang Zheng was hurt, and he turned that hurt into desire, into a way to vent, to indulge, and to conquer.

"Liao Tong, you approached me with a purpose. I don't know if you truly like me, but I can confirm that you enjoyed being with me, didn't you?" Wang Zheng looked at her complex expression. "Let it go. No matter who you work for, let it go. You are Chinese; the only reason to do such a thing is money. I have money—I can give you more than you could ever spend. Don't worry about what your organization will do to you; you know who I am, and I believe you know my capabilities. In this world, I have billions of followers. If I cannot protect you, I am not worthy of being their god."

Feelings... hearing Wang Zheng’s words, Liao Tong felt a sensation like vines in a wetland—claustrophobic, yet lush and suffocatingly intertwined.

The thrill and abandon Wang Zheng brought her were things she had never experienced before. Even though her contact with him had been calculated, these past few days had truly been happy for her. Especially the moments spent teetering on the edge of life and death—they were unforgettable.

Some people spend a lifetime together and it feels like an instant. Others spend an instant together and it feels like a lifetime!

Liao Tong’s heart was in turmoil. Lying on the floor, she gazed at the bright moon and, for a moment, felt lost.

Wang Zheng stood up from the chair and walked toward her with purposeful strides. The silver moonlight fell upon his resolute face, making him look like a deity.

"Liao Tong, submit to me."