Chapter 67: A Business Deal? Paying to Play!

Su Ninglong desperately wanted to hurl a few sarcastic remarks at them, but this was not a school where she could appeal to the headmaster for justice.

The people around them had no idea what was going on, and to curse at them publicly would be equivalent to dragging herself down to their level.

Since Mr. Phoebe was so fond of elevating his son, she certainly wouldn't mind stacking a few hollow bricks beneath him.

A high-rise without a solid foundation would inevitably collapse sooner or later.

"Why on earth should I envy him? Genius is hardly contagious, is it?"

He took Kong Yixian’s hand and pressed it against his chest. Through her thin shirt, she could feel his strong and steady heartbeat.

Qian Qingxi clearly had no intention of offering her a way out. When she was making such a scene earlier, she should have anticipated the possibility of being exposed.

The palm of Qi Ruizhe’s hand rested against her lower back, and just as he was about to slide it further down, he abruptly noticed something.

As expected of the head of the family, Elder Chu’s words carried absolute weight. The moment his voice trailed off, everyone in the room dispersed entirely.

It seemed as though this hell was merely some distorted reflection of the real world. Alternatively, perhaps it was once a normal world that had long since been ruined and destroyed, now overrun by monsters that called themselves demons, though they appeared more like grotesque goblins.

Hearing this, Qi Zhixi turned to look at Qi Ruizhe and found him gazing back with a deadpan, serious expression.

Presently, the Baili clan stood condemned, Duke Cheng'en was on the verge of ruin, Baili Shihan’s radiant smiles were gone, and both she and Ye Yun were consumed with anxiety.

She had always despised Wei Ziyuan’s hypocrisy. Now, with Baili Shihan lying on her deathbed on the couch precisely because of her machinations, Wei Ziyuan was still putting on such a hypocritical act, sending a deep chill through her heart.

Qian Qingxi couldn't be bothered to pay attention to the man beside her. If she kept staring at him like that, it would likely delay her proper business.

As long as they could subdue their opponent, they would be able to directly seize whatever that person had acquired from this place.

Yet this was far too dangerous. If she hadn't gone to watch Qin Jingxuan’s wedding procession, and if Jiang Li hadn't let the hounds loose to bite people, would Luzhi really have charged out blindly? If Luzhi had been captured in the process, the consequences would have been unthinkable.

Watching Li Feichen ramble on in his self-deprecating manner, Qin Feiyu suddenly froze and began to question him. Having just arrived in this bizarre space, Qin Feiyu’s guard was still raised to the utmost, and the instant he saw something amiss in Li Feichen’s demeanor, he instinctively assumed a battle stance.

Lin Nan’s father, Lin Batian, bore a rather grating name that made him sound suspiciously like a cliché villain straight out of a cheap trope.

"When you all went out to play, you didn't even bother to call me," Princess Xianqing pouted, feigning displeasure.

Jia Baoyu cried out in dismay, "Woe is me! In my haste, I forgot to tell Sister Xiren, and now they are unjustly implicated and punished on my account—this is all my fault!" With that, he hurriedly rushed off to rescue his maidservants.

Jiang Ran nodded, and Fan Chen beside him deftly flicked his fingers, casting a protective barrier around the four of them before they plunged together into the subterranean spiritual vein.

"There's a pistol in your spiritual space, isn't there? Can you give me one?" Without the slightest trace of embarrassment, Crafty Li simply made his request for a weapon directly to Instant Noodles.

"I know who he is, but I don't want you to know. He is simply no good man—that's all you need to know. If you are worried about Shen Wan, you might as well call off this engagement sooner rather than later." Qin Mozhen seemed to feel that even a single extra word was unnecessary. His mood plunged so abruptly that it was impossible for anyone to miss.

"Sister, have you finally decided to settle accounts with Yu Kui?" He grew instantly excited, eagerly rolling up his sleeves in anticipation.

More than once, Qin Fei had wondered whether her dispute with Zhou Xingxiao back then and her subsequent departure had anything to do with this matter at all.

Just as E Yun felt no particular danger and prepared to step onto the bridge, he was suddenly choked as if an invisible hand had gripped his throat, cutting off his air. Beads of sweat the size of peas poured down relentlessly, his eyes bulging wide as a web of crimson bloodshot veins instantly flooded the whites of his eyes.