pjbooks Chapter 202 The Queen's Bathrobe! You should be glad we signed an agreement!
Chapter 202 The Queen's Bathrobe! You should be glad we signed an agreement!
The three of them, Chen Yifan, were teleported away.
The world before my eyes crumbled into chaotic blocks of color, and my internal organs seemed to have been forcibly moved.
Wang Fugui's vision went black, and he completely lost consciousness.
Lin Xiaoyu gritted her teeth, blood seeping from the corner of her lips, as she fought against the mental dizziness.
I don't know how much time has passed.
A sense of tearing apart arose suddenly.
Pfft!
The three of them were like cargo thrown out by a speeding truck, slamming hard onto the ground and scrambling together.
Wang Fugui was the first to regain consciousness.
He instinctively reached out to brace himself, but the expected hard, cold touch did not come. Instead, his palm was met with an indescribable softness and warmth.
Delicate and smooth.
A rich aroma, a blend of delicate floral and subtle milky fragrance, forcefully fills the nostrils.
"Holy shit..."
Wang Fugui let out a groan, shaking his throbbing head and forcing his eyes open.
In sight, it wasn't the cold and austere trading hall of the Black Gold Chamber of Commerce.
Instead, it was a hazy, dreamy purple light.
Beneath her was a velvet carpet, and not far away was an exaggeratedly large round soft bed covered with purple silk quilts.
On the dressing table by the bed, various exquisite bottles and jars reflected an expensive luster under the light.
A woman's room.
The room of a very wealthy woman.
Wang Fugui's brain went blank.
Where the hell did I get teleported to?
"Fatty, get up."
Chen Yifan's voice rang out, and he and Lin Xiaoyu had already stood up.
The two men, dressed in rags and covered in blood, stood in this luxurious and exquisite bedroom like two wild dogs that had broken into a palace.
The transfer was successful.
But the landing point was so off that it was fatal.
Click.
A soft sound came from behind a frosted glass door not far away.
The three of them froze instantly.
That's the bathroom door.
The rushing water stopped.
The silhouette of a slender figure was outlined on the frosted glass by the moisture.
Wang Fugui's heart skipped a beat.
It’s over.
The door was slowly pushed open.
A rich, moist steam, carrying the fragrance of a post-bath, wafted out.
A fair, jade-like foot stepped onto the soft carpet, its toenails a delicate light pink.
A woman came out.
She was only wrapped in a pure white bath towel, her wet black hair draped over her shoulders, and water droplets slid down her slender neck into its breathtaking curves.
Mu Wanqing.
She still had the languid look of someone who had just showered, and her gaze casually fell on the three uninvited guests in the center of the room.
next moment.
The air condensed.
Mu Wanqing's languid expression froze into ice.
Those alluring peach blossom eyes instantly turned sharp, devoid of any emotion.
A pure killing intent exploded from her seemingly frail body!
The room temperature suddenly dropped to freezing.
Wang Fugui's breath hitched. The murderous intent made his skin sting, and his body instinctively stiffened, rendering him unable to move.
He had no doubt that this woman could turn the three of them into corpses with a single thought.
Lin Xiaoyu's face turned pale, and she unconsciously took a half step back.
Only Chen Yifan stood still, motionless.
He looked at the woman in front of him, his face not showing panic, but rather a complex expression mixed with helplessness, headache, and "I see."
It really is a [Spatial Beacon - Remnant], and it's truly remnant!
"Mu Wanqing..."
Chen Yifan's voice broke the silence; he even had the energy to rub his temples.
"You have three seconds."
Mu Wanqing's voice was colder than the murderous intent in the room.
"Explain why you're in my bedroom, or I won't hesitate to tear up all our agreements right here and now."
Her voice paused, each word sounding as if it had been chilled to the bone.
"three."
She began the countdown, a judgment that brooked no argument.
Wang Fugui and Lin Xiaoyu's hearts sank to the bottom.
protocol?
What agreement?
When did Fan Zi get involved with the future owner of the Jiangcheng Black Gold Chamber of Commerce?!
And judging from his tone, this relationship... doesn't seem to be a friendly one!
"two."
A cold, murderous intent began to gather in Mu Wanqing's eyes.
She wasn't joking.
Even with the agreement in place, trespassing into her bedroom crossed her line.
Especially since she was just taking a shower!
"Stop counting."
Chen Yifan suddenly spoke, interrupting her death countdown.
He slowly raised his right hand, meeting the gaze that seemed capable of tearing a person to pieces.
Palm facing up, empty.
But he spoke calmly, in a tone only the two of them could understand:
"There is one clause in the agreement."
"When one party faces a life-or-death crisis due to force majeure, the other party has an obligation to provide the highest level of protection within its capabilities."
Chen Yifan's voice echoed clearly in the deathly silent room.
"Now."
He looked at Mu Wanqing, a slightly self-deprecating smile curving his lips.
"My life hangs by a thread."
"So, Mr. Mu, are you going to fulfill your obligations, or will you first pursue this 'minor' mistake of mine?"
The murderous intent in Mu Wanqing's eyes froze.
The condensed energy did not dissipate, but rather, like a volcano about to erupt, it was suppressed by an even more powerful force.
Her chest heaved slightly with extreme anger.
That flawless face remained cold, but the look in its eyes had become incredibly complex.
There was a surge of anger at being offended, a sense of frustration at being constrained by the agreement, and a hint of...
She deeply resented the man in front of her for his damned "troublemaking nature" that always dragged her into trouble.
A full five seconds passed.
"very good."
Mu Wanqing squeezed out two words through gritted teeth.
She turned around, casually took a purple silk robe from the hanger, put it on gracefully and quickly, and fastened the belt.
The entire movement was fluid and graceful, as if the queen who had just exuded endless killing intent was merely an illusion.
But Wang Fugui and Lin Xiaoyu could see it clearly: the moment she turned around, her clenched fists were so tight that her knuckles had turned white from the force.
When she turned around again, she had regained the composure and authority of the future leader of the Black Gold Chamber of Commerce.
But that look in his eyes could still freeze you to death.
"Speak."
She sat down on the soft stool in front of the dressing table, crossed her legs, and scrutinized Chen Yifan with her gaze.
"What kind of trouble could possibly make you so embarrassed that you need to resort to the 'legacy' left by that idiot Wei Ze, and so precisely... crash into my bathroom doorway?"
At that moment, the [Spatial Beacon - Remnant] in Chen Yifan's hand shattered completely with a "crack," turning into dust.
He shrugged.
It turned out that the woman already knew that Wei Ze's belongings had been taken by him.
No wonder her subordinates found that empty space equipment back then.
They didn't investigate further.
Then, Chen Yifan briefly recounted what had happened.
He didn't embellish the story; he simply stated the facts.
But these facts, taken together, are enough to send chills down anyone's spine.
Mu Wanqing listened quietly.
As Chen Yifan narrated, the coldness on her face gradually faded, replaced by an unprecedented solemnity.
"Outer Gods..."
She repeated the word in a low voice, her beautiful brows furrowed tightly.
"Liu Cang... is involved too?"
"You know?"
Chen Yifan keenly grasped the information in her words.
"The Black Gold Chamber of Commerce's intelligence network is wider than you imagine." Mu Wanqing raised her eyes and looked at Chen Yifan, her gaze shifting from personal grudges to a sharp, businesslike demeanor.
The term "Outer God" appeared three times in the official top-secret files.
"Each time corresponds to an S-class calamity event that nearly led to the destruction of the city."
"And Liu Cang..."
Mu Wanqing lowered her voice even further.
"His reserve team of the Chinese Zodiac, the Dragon Kingdom, was almost completely wiped out in a secret mission six months ago."
"And he was the only survivor."
"However... according to the information we have, his temperament became somewhat strange after that, but no one expected... that he had become a pawn of the 'Outer Gods'."
The information she provided instantly filled in all of Chen Yifan's guesses.
This is a trap.
A grand scheme that began half a year ago, or even earlier!
"It seems I've brought you a huge 'surprise'."
Chen Yifan said.
"It's more than just a surprise."
Mu Wanqing's fingertips tapped lightly on the table, producing a rhythmic sound.
"You've thrown a nuclear bomb that could explode at any moment right into my backyard."
She stood up and paced around the room.
"Liu Cang's ultimate goal must be to use something within the instance to complete a 'ritual.' Now that you've escaped..."
"That ritual might fail... or perhaps someone else will be needed to replace you."
Her analysis was calm, precise, and incisive.
"So..." Chen Yifan looked at her.
"So, from now on, none of you three are allowed to go anywhere."
Mu Wanqing stopped and looked at them again, her eyes filled with an undeniable command.
"I will provide you with the highest level of security protection. At the same time, I will use all the resources of the Black Gold Chamber of Commerce to investigate this matter."
She paused, her gaze falling on Chen Yifan, a cold smile curving her lips.
"Of course, asylum is not free."
"In exchange, you need to tell me every detail about that copy, about that 'Outer God,' every single detail you've seen, heard, felt, or even guessed."
"It's clearly stated in the agreement," she emphasized, "Information sharing."
Chen Yifan smiled.
He knew that this was the Mu Wanqing he knew.
Prioritizing self-interest and demanding equivalent exchange.
Even at such a critical moment of life and death.
"make a deal."
He stretched out his hand.
Mu Wanqing looked at his hand, which was still covered in dust and blood, and her brows furrowed almost imperceptibly.
But in the end, she still extended her fair and slender hand and gently shook his.
Cold, soft.
Instantly separate.
"etc……"
Wang Fugui, who had been completely relegated to the background, finally couldn't help but speak up.
He looked at Chen Yifan, then at the woman whose aura was so powerful that he dared not look directly at her, his face showing an expression of utter disbelief.
"What...what's your relationship with me?"