Yes, Madam Prime Minister

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“I can only lead the way,” Moros replied. He was drunk, but not insane. He wouldn’t get involved in this kind of thing. Whether the other party was a fraudster or serious, they were a criminal organization, and it was not something someone like him, who wasn’t even a true superhuman, could get involved in.

“No problem,” Ronan agreed.

After leaving the tavern, Ronan gave Morales a deposit.

Three days later, Moros contacted Ronan, who was staying at the Grand Hotel, and took him to a place.

When many people think of Russia, they think of snow and ice. Those who don't know Russia and hear the name St. Petersburg mostly think that the city is a town formed by several castles on a large plain, green with grass in summer and covered with snow in winter.

However, this is not the case.

St. Petersburg is a coastal city, mainly located on a delta. The entire area is crisscrossed by canals, which divide the city into many parts, and hundreds of bridges connect these parts.

This is a city of bridges and rivers.

The place Morros took Ronan to was a warehouse not far from the bridge. According to Morros, when he was studying here, the area was quite crowded, but after several new bridges were built, the area became less popular.

Before they even arrived at their destination, Moros gave Ronan a simple map and immediately slipped away.

Ronan used his stealth ability to approach quietly, but unexpectedly encountered someone unexpected.

Ronan's lips curled into a slight smile as he leaned closer, directly triggering the magic developed by Zhao Yingqi. He was frozen in time; he couldn't sense it, only able to deduce the time stop he'd just experienced through Zhao Yingqi's sudden, frame-by-frame appearance in front of him. "Not bad, you haven't lost your touch at all," Ronan praised.

“I’ve been awake for many years.” Zhao Yingqi said nonchalantly, but actually quite smugly. “By the way, what brings you to Ross? And what are you doing here?”

Ronan then recounted the whole story, and Zhao Yingqi followed up by explaining her purpose for coming.

Zhao Yingqi came here to investigate the cause of the withered flower, while Ronan came out of curiosity about the potion.

Ronan stroked his chin. "Looks like there really is something there."

With Ronan by his side, Zhao Yingqi became bolder. "Should we just storm in and find out what's going on, or should we investigate quietly?"

"Let's wait and see. We don't need to meddle in other people's business." Ronan wasn't particularly interested in what had become of Ross.

Chapter 1087 Only Officials Allowed: A Contradictory and Strange Drug Dealer; There's No Shortage of Livestock Here

It was already night.

In this era, gas lamps had been invented, which provided much better illumination than kerosene lamps, and gas lamps had even been developed as streetlights.

In the French capital, these streetlights are everywhere, but in St. Petersburg, Russia, they are only found on a few main streets and around important areas.

It's not because it's expensive that it can only be used in a few regions. In fact, Ross can already produce this stuff himself, even though the domestically produced version is more expensive than the imported one.

Rather, it's because higher-ups believe that widespread installation of this device would provide convenience for people's nighttime entertainment.

Such things should never be installed in residential areas, except for factories.

The Rus' people don't need entertainment; it's something that corrupts the will.

As for why some wealthy and powerful families have streetlights installed around their homes, and even larger and brighter ones inside their estates, illuminating the entire estate, that's because the wealthy and powerful have to work hard late into the night for all the people of Ross! What, you say they hold dances late at night? Slander, absolutely slander!

In short, this area, which once enjoyed a brief period of prosperity but is now somewhat desolate, currently lacks streetlights.

When passing through this area late at night, you can only carry a lamp by yourself.

However, this situation is actually suitable for conducting some transactions.

Ronan could sense that there were quite a few people in the warehouse, but none of them had a particularly strong aura. The strongest aura in the entire warehouse was probably at the third rank.

Of course, even in this day and age, those at the third rank are already considered elites among superhumans.

Ronan and Zhao Yingqi did not enter the warehouse, but instead chose a high point outside to monitor it from a distance.

In a short period of time, several groups of people came and went in and came out again.

They were all one or two non-orthodox superhumans leading a few ordinary people. There weren't many of them, and they weren't dressed very well. Some of them even walked unsteadily, as if they had been drinking.

He was clearly not a representative of any organization, nor did he seem like a well-thought-out individual.

I reckon they were all buyers attracted by speeches in bars or other places, and they came here with a try-it-out mentality.

The groups of people were all small, scattered households; they didn't seem like they would buy in large quantities.

"I still don't understand what they're trying to do." Zhao Yingqi had already learned a lot from Ronan, and couldn't help but express his doubts. "The way they do things won't attract many people or big buyers. That's fine, but openly advertising in places like pubs will easily anger the local underworld."

Zhao Yingqi did not believe that the group selling the medicine were local forces.

If it's a local underground force, they don't need to do any propaganda, because underground forces inevitably have their own channels.

This group can't make big money doing this. You might think they're afraid of trouble and only want to do small-scale private transactions, but they brazenly advertise in places like taverns. Do they think the local gangs don't exist?

Looking at it from the left and right, I felt there was something wrong with it.

Ronan began, “What’s interesting is that these people’s medicine has already been sold to the Duchess’s maid. The Duchess’s maids don’t come to taverns outside.”

This group of people has infiltrated the inner circle of the top elites, seemingly plotting something big, but at the same time they are doing some stupid things that obviously attract attention. It doesn't seem like they are trying to operate in secrecy at all, which is very contradictory.

It is precisely because of this contradiction that Ronan's curiosity begins to intensify.

After a long time, it was getting late. Just when Ronan and Zhao Yingqi thought that no more people would come and that the people inside would come out, another group of people arrived.

There were men and women, carrying several lanterns, all dressed smartly, and all of them were extraordinary beings.

"It's them," Zhao Yingqi exclaimed in a low voice.

"You know him?" Ronan asked.

“These people are members of that book club…” Zhao Yingqi explained to Ronan.

Alice infiltrated a book club whose members were mainly young people, including commoners, nobles, and even members of the House of the Three Dukes. They did read books, but mainly expressed their opinions on the current government and debated how to make the country rich and powerful.

Zhao Yingxiong, who was mentioned repeatedly, said that some of their remarks were even published in newspapers. The Russian government actually let some official pens debate with them. Isn't this just making things worse? The best way to deal with these people is not to debate, but to stir up trouble to divert attention while secretly taking them down.

Ronan's eyes darted around as the information he had gathered in Ross over the past few days began to flash through his mind. Some people were causing trouble and revolutions in the provinces, but no one cared. The conflict between those advocating war and those advocating peace in the capital had also been largely ignored. Public opinion against the current regime was not only ignored but also fueled. As for the undercurrents, they were completely disregarded.

This was indeed a scene of chaos that only existed at the end of a dynasty. However, judging from the relatively decent living conditions of the farmers I saw along the way, and the fact that the workers in the capital still had money to spend, this did not look like the end of a dynasty.

Ronan had a vague idea: "It seems that some people within the thirteen families think that the number thirteen is too big, while others think that the old structure is too small."

"Huh?" Zhao Yingqi was taken aback, but quickly understood Ronan's meaning. "Is that so?"

“It’s just a guess,” Ronan said. “There’s no point in staying here any longer. Go get a potion, and we’ll go see Alice again tomorrow to see what information she has.”

"Okay," Zhao Yingqi agreed.

In the blink of an eye, she arrived at the warehouse door. In an instant, she disappeared again. The next moment, she reappeared at the warehouse door. The instant after that, she was back beside Ronan, now holding a bunch of glass tubes filled with medicine.

During the several consecutive time-stop operations, apart from Ronan, whose attention was always on her and whose stealth skills were extremely high, no one was aware of her presence. Perhaps when they were checking their inventory before leaving after the transaction, they would realize that they were missing a few potions.

"How do you plan to use these medicines?" Zhao Yingqi asked Luo Nan.

This stuff only lasts for three days, after which it begins to wear off, and after five days it becomes completely useless.

“In Ross, there are plenty of people who are treated like livestock,” Ronan said. “I’ll have my translator help me find someone.”

It's impossible to quit; once you've taken Ronan's money, there's no reason to back out halfway.

"That's good." Zhao Yingqi was relieved.

“Come on, let’s go to my place. You sisters haven’t seen each other in a long time,” Ronan said.

The two Zhao Yingqi are the same person from different time periods, but they are different in age, experience, and personality. They have been used to treating each other as sisters.

“Okay,” Zhao Yingqi agreed.

Ronan took Zhao Yingqi back to their hotel.

The hotel's interior and exterior are extremely luxurious, surpassing even the best hotels in France. It must be said that the people of Ross are truly peculiar; on the one hand, they emphasize frugality and simplicity, while on the other hand, they particularly love to engage in these kinds of vanity projects for the outside world, and the key is that the general public supports this.

This hotel mainly caters to foreign guests and offers authentic French cuisine as well as Seresian dishes.

Chapter 1088 Two pairs of white stockings, a long-awaited sense of fulfillment, about to be filled.

Late at night, on the long sofa by the window, Ronan, who had just finished showering and was only wearing a bathrobe, leaned back against the cushions, half-lying down, looking out the window. Because of the streetlights, the riverbank was faintly shimmering, and the distant palace and imperial city on the opposite bank appeared as a hazy outline due to the external lights.

Zhao Yingqi and his wife sat on the edge of the bed. First, they took off their oak-colored suede deerskin boots, and then they pulled off their ivory-white thin cotton knit socks. They wore these cotton socks because they were not thick and the silk stockings would slip and not fit snugly inside the boots. The ivory-white cotton socks were gradually removed, and their white silk feet were gradually revealed.

Putting their socks and boots aside, the two took off their coats. It was no surprise that they were the same person; their upper bodies were dressed in remarkably identical clothes: thin wool vests and white floral-collared shirts.

While Ronan was still gazing into the distance, Zhao Yingqi and his wife had already climbed into bed, leaning shoulder to shoulder, and together they untied the belt of Ronan's bathrobe. They lowered their heads almost face to face, each grabbing one of his still-fleshy penises and sharing it with him.

Having already satisfied herself, Madam Zhao lowered herself even further, slightly extending her tongue to lick the base of the penis, giving the top to Zhao Yingqi. Zhao Yingqi, who hadn't tried this in a long time, greedily and intoxicatedly sucked on it, feeling the thing gradually swell and harden in her mouth.

Ronan turned to look at Zhao Yingqi, "Do you have to be so thirsty?" Zhao Yingqi licked for a while before reluctantly spitting it out, "It's all your fault, sleeping for so long, that we have to do it ourselves."

If it were up to them, they could use bigger and harder ones. As superhumans, their strength and speed could match Ronan's during sex, but they lacked a certain feeling, a particularly important feeling. No matter what, they couldn't experience the pleasure that Ronan's hard sex gave them.

Inserting a vibrator into that place is not as satisfying as kneeling down and licking Ronan's penis to quench his thirst.

"I'm really sorry then," Ronan said, suppressing a laugh.

Zhao Yingqi stopped responding and focused on sucking and licking.

Madam Zhao slowly licked and scraped with her tongue, her posture leisurely and her expression languid. Her white-stockinged legs were raised behind her, swaying like a leisurely young girl eating snacks and reading a novel, which was quite cute.

Zhao Yingqi's movements were intense, each bite as if she wanted to swallow and suck the penis in. Her white silk-clad feet kicked the sofa cushions hard, her Achilles tendons taut, leaving two dents, like a little white female dog biting a tug-of-war rope with her teeth, wrestling with her owner.

These two identical faces are performing oral sex in different poses. One has a lazy and reserved expression, while the other has a crazy and lewd expression. Looking at the two pairs of white-stockinged feet in completely different states, the psychological stimulation brings a surge of lust straight to one's head.

Soon, with the two of them performing oral sex on each other simultaneously, Ronan's penis had become erect and hard, the huge, saliva-covered member looking menacing and shiny.

Zhao Yingqi couldn't wait to vomit, then stood up, took off her skirt and underwear and threw them aside, revealing her legs wearing only white stockings, and her slightly oozing vulva, her labia glistening, and her overall smooth and fair vulva.

I spread my legs and sat down, my inner walls stretched open, bringing a long-lost feeling of fullness. Without even taking a break, I immediately started twisting my waist and shaking my hips.

Madam Zhao could only go to the other side, leaning against the back of the sofa against the wall below the window, taking off her skirt to reveal a pair of legs also wearing white stockings, and letting Ronan insert his left hand with his fingers together.

Zhao Yingqi placed his hands on Ronan's pectoral muscles, his legs spread apart in white stockings, his toes pushing hard against the sofa as he thrust his hips forward repeatedly, letting out short moans of "ah" and "uh" incessantly. He tilted his head back, closed his eyes, and looked completely absorbed in the experience.

After a while, Ronan reached out and pinched Zhao Yingqi's small chest. "Yingqi, it's about time we changed people."

"I don't want to." Zhao Yingqi refused, gritting his teeth and throwing a tantrum, "Today you have to shoot into all three of my holes and fill them up."

"Why are you still acting like a child?" Ronan said helplessly.

Beside her, Madam Zhao turned to Ronan and said, "Just grant her wish."

“I think we should teach her a lesson.” After saying that, Ronan freed his hands to pick up Zhao Yingqi, stood up, twisted her, and then pushed her down onto the sofa. He then flipped her over and began to penetrate her from behind. “You’re making trouble, aren’t you?”

With a series of powerful and rapid thrusts, he relentlessly attacked her flower core, while forcefully slapping and striking her smooth, white buttocks. Zhao Yingqi cried out in pain, initially rubbing her hands tightly against the sofa cushions and kicking and slapping with her white-stockinged feet as if begging for mercy and admitting defeat. But Ronan did not stop at all; instead, he bombarded her even more fiercely. Zhao Yingqi grabbed a sofa pillow, lowered her head and bit down, her legs turned inward, her buttocks sticking out, and her toes under her white stockings curled tightly, as if enduring abdominal pain.

Finally, Ronan slowed down. By this time, Zhao Yingqi was covered in mud and his buttocks were bruised and red from being whipped. "Are you still horny?"

After saying that, Ronan pulled out, pushed Zhao Yingqi away, hugged Madam Zhao, pressed her against the glass window, and squeezed his penis into her already incredibly wet vagina, beginning to thrust rhythmically.

As Ronan moved, Mrs. Zhao's body kept thrusting forward, her white-stockinged heels leaving the sofa, with only her toes touching the sofa cushions.

"Don't do that, what will happen if we're seen?" Madam Zhao showed a hint of resistance.

Ronan's hands were already inside Madam Zhao's clothes, kneading and inserting as he responded, "This is the sixth layer, you can't see it, oh ah." Just then, Ronan suddenly let out a soft moan, and Zhao Yingqi, who had just been exhausted from being fucked, buried his head between his legs from behind, sucking hard on his testicles a few times, then his tongue stretched out and probed directly into his anus.

Feeling excited and stimulated, Ronan couldn't help but increase the force of his thrusts, while his fingers quickly flicked at Madam Zhao's nipples. For a moment, Madam Zhao's legs, clad in white stockings, were caught in a dilemma, unable to open or close.

After a while, Ronan pulled out again, and the somewhat limp Madam Zhao slid down like a lump of minced meat. Ronan retaliated by pressing down on Zhao Yingqi, who had just tormented him, and thrust directly into her anus.

In an instant, Zhao Yingqi's pupils trembled, as if he had been pierced by a fiery iron rod. He couldn't help but clench his fists and pound the sofa, but then came an indescribable pleasure.

"Oh, ah, hiss, oh." Zhao Yingqi felt both pleasure and pain.

Soon after, Ronan made a series of intense movements, followed by a burst of shots.

As Ronan withdrew, Zhao Yingqi gripped the back of the sofa with both hands, panting heavily. His anus was a large, red, gaping hole, from which thick, white semen oozed out in streams.

Madam Zhao brought over some silk underwear and wiped Ronan clean.

Ronan put his bathrobe back on. "I'll go order a pot of coffee and some snacks."

The most luxurious hotels naturally offer such services.

It's a pity we don't have a phone yet, otherwise a single phone call would have solved the problem.

Soon after, a waiter came with a cart and knocked on the door, bringing black tea and pastries. After drinking coffee and eating sweet pastries, and resting for a while, a new round of sex began.

Ronan made the two of them lie face down side by side with their buttocks raised, one using his hand and the other inserting his penis, taking turns.

Chapter 1089 A Naive Youth, A Deviated Path, A Potion Experiment

The next day, in the hotel's coffee shop.

Ronan, Mrs. Zhao, and Zhao Yingqi listened to Alice recount what she knew about the book club.

This book club wasn't a well-organized group at all. Alice, a foreigner, was simply recommended by someone and joined.

No, it shouldn't even be considered an organization, because there are no superiors or subordinates, and no rules. It's just a platform for a group of well-educated young people who are dissatisfied with the current regime to communicate.