apter 184: Lin YifengJust as Ye Fan and the others were electing a class monitor, on the football field of Linhai University, Lin Yifeng, who had just finished playing football, was surrounded by a gr...“You liar, you're probably thinking about that woman again,” Lin Meixin said with a playful pout at Ye Fan. Despite her words, a sweet smile graced her lips. She casually twisted her body, stretching languidly before playfully asking, "Am I pretty"

Ye Fan nodded, a serious expression on his face, and said, "It's beautiful."

Lin Meixin shook her head with a hint of grievance, saying softly, "Since I'm beautiful, you haven't shown any signs of interest. It's obviously insincere."

When she spoke, Lin Meixin's eyes revealed a deep need and allure. That flow of emotion conveyed various feelings, both a need and a transmission of those feelings. Her body swayed gently, particularly her thighs, which parted slightly.

Her movements were natural and without any deliberate intent, yet they gave Ye Fan an abundance of sensory pleasure and visual impact. More importantly, they triggered instinctive physical reactions within him.

Yes, Lin Meixin's was just a casual movement, making Ye Fan's heart skip a beat. Unable to resist, he walked forward, spread his arms wide, and gently embraced Lin Meixin's waist. His palm even grasped that captivating orb.

"Give me," Lam Mei-xin purred, her eyes sparkling like silk, as she stirred the oil in the pot.

Give me.

Two simple words, yet they are the ones countless men long to hear. They mark the beginning of a rhythm, a baton that conducts conquest.

Since you want it, then I'll give it to you. Although I'm a little hungry because I haven't eaten yet, I still have the energy to do so. Especially when you're cooking in the kitchen, it's more stimulating and can really arouse instinct.

For a moment, the sounds of sizzling in the wok, murmurs, heavy breaths, and finally, the delightful "papa" sound, filled the air incessantly. It was like a beautiful love symphony playing out in this kitchen, saturated with aromas and colors.

At that very moment, inside a five-star hotel in a certain country of South Africa, a stunning figure sat on the sofa in the reception room. Two burly men in black suits stood beside her. At this time, a middle-aged man wearing glasses and in his forties hurried over.

However, before he could reach the stunning beauty, two men in black stepped forward and stood protectively in front of the middle-aged man.

A middle-aged man had a sheen of sweat on his forehead, looking very rushed. Seeing himself blocked by two burly men, he didn't dare show any dissatisfaction. He only glanced at the stunning beauty sitting on the sofa for help.

"Let him come over," the beauty said with a frown. Her tone was filled with unparalleled arrogance and coldness. That bone-chilling coldness made the middle-aged man's body tremble slightly.

Hearing the words from the beautiful woman, the two burly men parted ways and walked a few steps out casually. They were acting as bodyguards at the same time, but they didn't want to hear the conversation between the beautiful woman and the middle-aged man either.

Because they understood the identity of the woman sitting on the sofa and the organization she represented. Those who came to meet her basically discussed highly confidential matters.

"Dragon Girl." Standing two meters away from the stunningly beautiful woman, the middle-aged man stood up and said respectfully.

"Go ahead." The stunningly beautiful woman casually pointed to a single sofa beside her, saying expressionlessly.

The middle-aged man hurriedly nodded in thanks before sitting down on the sofa. He kept his back straight and only occupied one-third of the couch. He slightly raised his head, but dared not look directly at the stunning beauty.

The stunning beauty was none other than the woman who had Ye Fan's heart and soul, the dragon princess Lin Bing!

"Dragon Girl, welcome to South Africa." The middle-aged man spread the documents in his hand on the table and said respectfully.

"Your name is Ren Zhihua" The Dragon Girl looked at the middle-aged man and nodded.

"Yes, I am the CIA contact in South Africa. The organization has asked me to assist you with your mission in South Africa this time." Ren Zhihua nodded.

"This mission is dangerous." The dragon girl said casually. After speaking, she picked up the red wine beside her, poured herself a glass, and took a small sip.

Ren Zhihua smiled faintly and said, "I've been in danger." Upon finishing his words, his body involuntarily straightened slightly.

The dragon girl nodded slightly.

The middle-aged man before her, she had already seen his file on the way to South Africa.

Ren Zihua, the head of Unit One at the Central Intelligence Group in South Africa, is responsible for collecting all kinds of intelligence information from the region. Although affiliated with different departments, Longya operates worldwide. While Longya has its own intelligence system, it still relies on the CIA's local resources and information networks.

Ren Zhihua has been in South Africa for ten years. He is considered the second-generation successor to the intelligence network there, spreading the entire CIA network throughout South Africa. In this regard, he has made invaluable contributions. Similarly, Longnu needs his support and assistance for her mission this time.

His respect for the Dragon Girl stemmed from two factors: her status and family background, and the fact that the Dragon Fang organization was a more mysterious and formidable force with the authority to directly dispatch local CIA personnel. Moreover, Lin Bing was the only woman in recent years to be bestowed with the title of Dragon Girl, and Ren Zhihua had heard tales about her legendary exploits.

A woman could achieve this, something even many men couldn't match. Ren Zhihua admired Longnu more because of her abilities.

"This information, does the consulate need to be notified" Ren Zhihua pondered for a moment, then organized his words.

Lin Bing frowned and then shook her head, saying, "The organization already has arrangements. We won't inform the embassy side for now."

Ren Zhihua nodded, and then his face gradually became serious. He said, "Long Nu, let me introduce you to the people you will be in contact with, as well as their influence in this place."

Lin Bing nodded.

Before taking on the mission, Longya's intelligence organization had briefed her on the details and provided relevant mission data. However, compared to those seasoned CIA personnel who had been stationed in South Africa for years collecting information, she was still lacking. Lin Bing hoped to finish the mission as soon as possible and return home because she wanted to go to Liming herself. Therefore, more detailed information was crucial to completing the mission. Sometimes, a subtle piece of information could even determine the success or failure of the mission.

Ren Zhihua opened the folder in his hand, but inside was a miniature computer. From its appearance, it looked just like an ordinary file. When he powered it on, the interface that appeared was one that only a few people had ever seen.

Different systems, different interfaces, and high-density fingerprint and iris verification, then the microcomputer slowly starts. Subsequently, the screen displays the flag of the Huaxia Nation, as well as a map symbolizing sovereignty.

Ren Zhihua reached out and touched the screen. The screen flickered a few times. After the lights flashed, a photo of a black man appeared on the screen, then it changed into a group of photos.

Each photo features a black man, around forty years old, with a muscular build. His eyes hold a cold, snake-like glint.ics, Wu Min'er's breasts are completely inherited from her mother's large size. Although Wu Xia's breasts are not as firm as Wu Min'er's, they are larger and softer.And Wu Xia's legs were slightly apa...