Less than 30 seconds had passed since Sylvia had collapsed after drinking the beer. This was no ordinary sleeping drug, but a powerful one which could knock people out. 

From this, Xia Lei could more or less confirm that this Sylvia definitely had some other identity, other than her identity as the chief machinist of Rheinmetall AG. 

Sylvia sprawled on the sofa, her legs wide open in an inelegant pose. Her black g-string was exposed to Xia Lei’s view, and it was pulled tight, but pulled askew such that parts which should be kept hidden threatened to peek out, oh so lewdly. 

Her sexiness was a deadly temptation to any man, and this was one such situation right now. She was unconscious and doing nothing, but Xia Lei still found it hard to wrench himself out of his state of excitement and his impulse to do something to her. 

Xia Lei moved close, to Sylvia’s ear and said softly, “Miss Sylvia, what’s wrong?” 

There was no response from Sylvia.

Xia Lei checked her carotid artery for her pulse, then her breathing. After he’d confirmed that her life was in no danger, he reached down and adjusted that black g-string for her. He then went...