Chapter 194 Chapter 193-Shadowswift and Elder Anderson (2nd update, Cheer me with Power Stones!)
In the bedroom where passion had just subsided.
John is holding the already exhausted Emma in his arms, enjoying the tranquility after pleasure.
He had just taken a hot shower, and as soon as he came back and lay down, the sleepy girl actively cuddled up to him.
Two naked bodies pressed against each other, and in no time, their body temperatures began to rise again...
Emma nudged John's chin, pouting, "No more naughty things, it hurts down there..."
She had already felt the signs of the 'dragon' below stirring again, and quickly tried to quash John's ideas.
John chuckled, tenderly stroking Emma's smooth, fair back.
He also knew that he couldn't be too demanding.
After all, this little girl was still young, and her body could not bear his current desires.
Even though Emma wouldn't refuse another round, the physical toll would be real.
John quickly changed the subject to divert his attention.
"Sweetie, I have to go to the City Hall tomorrow afternoon, do you want to come with me?"
Emma looked up in confusion, "Are you meeting someone?"
John slowly nodded, "Yes, do you remember Mayor Daniel Roberts who we met at the Taylor's the other day? He said that some people in the government want to talk to me about the Godslayer game, and the meeting is scheduled for tomorrow afternoon."
Emma tilted her little head, a curious and confused look on her face, "The Mayor, huh? He's probably the highest-ranking official in the city. He's interested in a virtual game like Godslayer?"
"The person I'm meeting tomorrow is higher in rank than Mayor Roberts..." John said meaningfully, "Godslayer is not just a game, there's more behind it than you think..."
Emma yawned tiredly.
The vigorous activity from earlier had left her lower body tingling, so naturally, she didn't notice the unusual undertone in John's words.
The lazy girl said, "I'm not going with Johnny tomorrow. There's a class reunion at school. School is about to start, and the students who've already arrived suggested we get together. I want to go and have fun with my friends..."
John slapped Emma's pert buttocks, immediately creating an enticing wave.
He laughed and teased, "Alright then, a moment ago you were calling me 'hubby'... and now it's Johnny again, huh?"
Emma instantly became bashful and buried her little head in the covers, mumbling and not emerging for a while.
But John noticed something was amiss.
Because a pair of fair little hands had somehow found their way onto his 'dragon' which had just had a moment's rest.
Soon, the previously languid dragon raised its head again.
A faint smile played on John's face, his eyes filled with rekindled desire.
"You cheeky girl, you dare to provoke me knowing you can't handle it. If we keep this up, you won't be able to get out of bed tomorrow..."
From within the blankets, Emma giggled dreamily.
Suddenly, John took in a sharp breath.
Because he felt a warm touch directly covering his most sensitive dragon.
Emma held John's manhood in both hands, parted her lips, and her little tongue was working diligently...
Her muffled moans echoed from within the blankets, "This is to make it up to you, Johnny... for your... hard work earlier!"
...
The next day.
By the time John woke up, the hour hand had already moved past twelve.
Upon thinking of last night's wildness, he couldn't help but chuckle wryly.
Looking at Emma in his arms, her face full of exhaustion and still in deep sleep, John's eyes were full of affection.
He was well aware of why she had been so eager to show herself off last night.
It was because Emma had sensed a hint of danger.
She was afraid of losing John and that's why she had been so accommodating, even willing to show a lascivious style that was not her own.
Shortly after John got up, Emma followed suit.
After a tender moment in the living room, they got ready for the afternoon's activities.
John helped Emma, looking fresh and alluring, into a taxi, and watched as she left for her gathering.
He rubbed his chin and murmured, "Feels like we should buy a car. It's a bit inconvenient always hailing cabs."
He too hailed a taxi and told the driver his destination.
Shortly after, the taxi stopped outside the city government building.
John, guided by the address provided the day before, found the coffee shop nearby.
Opening next to the city government building was enough to prove the class of this cafe.
It was luxurious but not vulgar, instead providing a serene and elegant atmosphere.
John dialed a number: "I've arrived."
The person on the other end of the line quickly responded, "Okay, Mr. Foster. You can go in directly. Just say you have a reservation for the government office box. I will arrange for someone to meet you right away."
John walked into the cafe and explained his purpose to the waiter.
Led by the waiter, he arrived at a box near the window on the second floor.
Compared to the luxurious decoration of the first floor, the second-floor boxes were much simpler.
But the seemingly unimpressive items held a profound, antique charm, especially the small items on the tables, each of which was worth a small fortune.
As soon as John sat down, a waiter asked politely, "Sir, what would you like to drink?"
John glanced at the menu and gently shook his head, "Let's wait for everyone to arrive before ordering."
The waiter's smile remained unbroken, always perfect, "Okay sir, please take a break. If you need anything, just ring the bell at your hand. We'll be waiting outside the door, ready to serve you at any time."
After the waiter left, John was the only one left in the box.
He slowly relaxed his faint smile, looked out of the window, and sank into deep thought.
He wasn't sure what kind of person he was about to meet, but it was clear that the person would have a high-ranking status.
After all, it's someone who even Daniel Roberts, the highest official in the city, admits to being inferior to.
Time gradually passed.
Roughly the time it takes to brew a pot of tea later, the door was abruptly pushed open.
Three men, dressed impeccably and exuding a steady demeanor, stepped confidently into the box.
John noticed the man in the center instantly.
It was hard not to - the man clearly held a high-ranking position.
Despite appearing advanced in age, his hair was still thick and meticulously combed back with the aid of hair gel.
His movements were firm and robust, exuding an aura of great power and majesty.
To the left of this man was an elderly individual with white hair.
Wearing reading glasses and with wrinkles etched on his face, his eyes were devoid of any cloudiness despite the weariness of age, instead, they were filled with wisdom.
On this man's right was a middle-aged man wearing gold-rimmed glasses, his smile warm and pleasant.
He looked like the kind of person who worked as a secretary.
This man's face was not unfamiliar to John.
He had often seen this face on television, always just behind Mayor Daniel Roberts.
If John remembered correctly, this man's name was Nathan Turner and he was the executive secretary for the city government office.
As John observed these three men, they were also scrutinizing him.
Seeing John rise to his feet immediately, they all revealed pleasant smiles.
Nathan took a step forward first, lightly saying, "Mr. Foster, nice to meet you. I was the one who contacted you earlier, my name is Nathan."
John nodded, recognizing the familiar voice, indeed, it was the man from the previous phone call.
He responded with a light laugh, "Hello, Mr. Turner."
Nathan smiled and nodded, but as he was about to speak, the lead man's authoritative voice sounded, "That's enough, Nathan. Now that we have met the man, why don't you go and attend to your own matters?"
It was quite rude for the lead man to interrupt like this, but there was no sign of displeasure on Nathan's face, not even his smile changed.
He slightly nodded and respectfully said, "Alright, take your time, gentlemen. If you need anything, just let the waiter at the door know."
The elderly man at the side chuckled, "First, get this old man a cup of coffee to wake up. Age really takes its toll. We've only been up for a short time, and I already feel utterly exhausted."
The leading man, who had been ordering Nathan around, was surprisingly respectful to the elderly man of unimpressive appearance.
"Elder Anderson, such a heavy burden rests on your shoulders, please do take care of your health..."
The elderly man, with his white hair in disarray, shook his head and said, "I have no choice, I can't afford to rest..."
Nathan quietly left the room, thoughtfully closing the door behind him.
In an instant, only John and these two distinct upper echelons were left in the box.
John had only greeted Nathan and had not spoken since, choosing to quietly observe.
The leading man walked up to John and extended his right hand with a light smile.
"Mr. Foster, right? Hello, I'm the head of the National Special Affairs Management Bureau. You can call me Shadowswift. I am currently responsible for all matters related to the game Godslayer..."
John shook hands with this man who called himself Shadowswift and said with a light laugh, "Hello, I'm John..."
But in his mind, he was musing to himself.
Shadowswift... it didn't sound like a person's name, more like some sort of codename...
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