The car had not been driving for long when the driver in front suddenly spoke, "Mr. President, we're being followed."
"Hmm?"
The President frowned and said, "Can't you shake them?"
"I'm trying."
"Don't ruin my mood," the President said with extreme dissatisfaction. As he spoke, his hands continued to grope the two women, even reaching for their skirts.
It was at this moment that the car made a sharp turn, causing the President and the two women to slam against the car door, losing their balance.
"So persistent?"
The President grumbled in annoyance. He released the two women in his embrace, tidied his clothes and shirt, realizing that he wouldn't be able to enjoy himself properly tonight. "Do you know who it is?"
"Not clear yet. They don't seem like the usual people from Long Country's departments. Their tracking methods are rather crude," the driver replied.
Just then, their car suddenly braked to a halt.
"Traffic jam."
The driver said helplessly.
"Damn it!"
Upon hearing this, the President immediately pulled open the car door and got out. He didn't want to be seen.
But as soon as he stepped out, the car behind them followed closely. Several people with cameras aimed at the President and began snapping photos with a barrage of "click, click, click."
"Reporters!"
The President cried out in his heart.
At that moment, the driver who had been driving in front also got out and blocked him, preventing the reporters from getting the photos they needed.
"Mr. President, may we ask if you are experiencing the nightlife of Modu this late at night?"
"Mr. President, can you let us see who is in the car?"
Someone leaked the information!
The President immediately realized that these reporters were here for him, and he couldn't believe that his highly secretive arrangement could still be discovered by these reporters! Someone must have tipped them off!
But this matter had always been handled by his secretary. It always had been. Could it be that he had betrayed him?
No...
Could it be these two women?
These two yellow-skinned women were too detestable!
As this thought crossed his mind, a murderous glint flashed in his eyes. Women like this could simply be killed!
Don't think that just because they were in Long Country's territory, he couldn't kill people as he pleased.
After all, too many people had died at his hands for not obeying him!
But then, countless camera flashes illuminated the scene. At this moment, Jin and Sakura timidly alighted from the car.
Their clothes were wrinkled, and Jin deliberately or unintentionally revealed her fishnet stockings.
Earlier, due to the car's speed, the old man's hand had torn one of her stockings.
Meanwhile, Sakura's sailor uniform had one button undone. As they got out of the car and saw the flashing lights, they both let out a synchronized shriek: "Ah!"
Their voices were incredibly piercing!
And their native tongues blurted out.
This time, Mr. President was dumbfounded.
An Islander? A Korean?
He hadn't expected that he would come to Modu for a good time and end up with two foreigners?!
What was going on?
Why hadn't his secretary verified them?
"Mr. President, may we ask what is your relationship with these two ladies?"
"Mr. President, can we interpret this as you engaging in prostitution?" someone asked.