When he reached the third cell, Dilos was instantly embarrassed.
The prisoner inside was a sizzling blonde beauty who was practically naked.
If Dilos had to describe her, he'd say she had curves in all the right places, fair skin, and a smoking-hot figure. Add her shockingly revealing outfit and flawless, alluringly mature face, and she looked just like the poisonous rose of the legendary red-light district—the kind said to drag any man into an abyss of depravity.
At that moment, Dilos was standing at the legendary "perfect angle." In an instant, the physical law of light propagation forced him to take in every last detail of the woman.
"See no evil, see no evil."
Feeling a little awkward, Dilos silently repeated the words twice, then turned to leave, privately sneering at William Stryker.
Unbelievable. That old pervert William Stryker actually enjoys this kind of depraved adult entertainment. I really misjudged him. Calling him "mad" would be an insult to madness itself. "A beast in human clothing" is much more accurate.
But just as Dilos was privately sneering at Stryker, the hot blonde suddenly spoke.
"Although I'm quite pleased to hear Stryker being slandered like that, it's impolite to defame a woman."
The moment he heard her, Dilos instinctively turned around and looked straight into her dark blue eyes from the perspective of an ant.
The hot blonde stood beside the shabby bed, looking down at Dilos from atop her slippers. Her dark blue eyes radiated a chill like the ice of Antarctica, enough to freeze anyone's enthusiasm.
"You can hear what I was thinking?"
Dilos frowned, then returned to his normal size. He glanced at the high-tech electromagnetic devices arranged around the cell, then looked at the woman before him.
"You can still sense other people's thoughts in a