F-class thief? Sorry, I can steal anything.

Chapter 203 Connections? No, it's ancestors!

Wang Fugui's shout successfully caused the volcano in the room, which was about to subside, to show signs of a second eruption.

Mu Wanqing's expression, which had just softened, froze again.

Those piercing, peach-blossom eyes glanced coldly at Wang Fugui, the message in their gaze crystal clear:

Say one more word, and try!

Wang Fugui suddenly shrank his neck.

He felt like he was being stared at by a hungry wolf from the far north, and in an instant, he shrank from a 200-pound strong man into a quail.

He instinctively took half a step behind Chen Yifan, seeking protection.

Chen Yifan kept his eyes down, completely ignoring the distress signals his brother was sending him.

He simply and slowly patted the dried blood and dust off his body.

The movements were very gentle.

But it successfully made Mu Wanqing's eye twitch uncontrollably again.

"cough."

Chen Yifan cleared his throat, finally breaking the almost frozen silence.

"President Mu is extremely busy; he probably wouldn't care about the offense caused by us insignificant people. As for the relationship..."

He paused, then, meeting Mu Wanqing's warning gaze that said "You're dead if you dare to talk nonsense," he gave her his signature, harmless smile.

"We are light, we are electricity, we are the only myth. Chairman Mu and I have an unbreakable revolutionary friendship."

Wang Fugui: "..."

Lin Xiaoyu: "..."

The vein on Mu Wanqing's forehead twitched almost imperceptibly.

Myth my foot!

She closed her eyes, then opened them again, forcibly suppressing the urge to pack up the glib-tongued guy in front of her and his two teammates and throw them into the incinerator.

She walked to the dressing table, pressed the communication button, and her voice returned to its usual coldness and authority, revealing no personal emotions.

"Old K, bring three sets of clothes to my room."

"Three deluxe guest rooms will be prepared, meeting the highest standards."

"If you keep spreading the word, all the furniture, carpets, decorations... in my room will be replaced."

"Immediately, right now."

On the other end of the communicator, a steady male voice paused for a second, seemingly digesting this absurd command.

The young lady's bedroom was a forbidden zone within a forbidden zone.

Let alone replacing furniture, even if a fly flies in, it has to undergo genetic testing to verify its identity.

Now we need to... replace everything?

Old K dared not ask or think. Ever since he completely turned against the late Qing Dynasty, carrying out orders was his duty.

He replied respectfully:

"Yes, Chairman."

After hanging up the call, Mu Wanqing didn't even glance at the three of them before heading straight for the huge walk-in closet.

The sound drifted from inside, so cold it felt like ice crystals were falling from it.

"You have ten minutes to get rid of the trash on you."

"Then, get back to your guest rooms."

"You are not allowed to step out of the room before I call you."

The door was pushed open silently.

A man wearing gold-rimmed glasses, with a refined and scholarly air?

A middle-aged man who looks like a university professor.

Old K.

……

He led in two maids, pushing a clothes cart.

When he saw the three "refugees" in the center of the room, covered in blood and looking like they had just crawled out of a mass grave, even with his composure, a wave of undisguised shock flashed across his eyes.

Especially when his gaze swept over the priceless Persian carpet with several dirty footprints.

And that... the round soft bed that Wang Fugui had just sat on, which was supposedly filled with S-grade bird down.

Old K's eye twitched violently.

He finally understood why the young lady had issued such a wasteful order.

Finally, Old K's gaze fell on Chen Yifan, the seemingly ordinary boy who always managed to do the most extraordinary things.

He bowed slightly, his attitude impeccable.

"The three of you, please."

……

As Chen Yifan, Wang Fugui, and Lin Xiaoyu enjoyed services comparable to a seven-star hotel in their respective luxury suites, washing away their fatigue and bloodstains.

The gossip about "three mysterious blood-covered figures found in the president's bedroom" has spread like wildfire among the core members of the Jiangcheng branch of the Black Gold Chamber of Commerce.

A gravity training room.

Standing nearly two meters tall with muscles bulging like granite, Zhao Hu, shirtless, punched a specially made alloy sandbag, leaving a deep dent.

Sweat streamed down his angular face, his eyes fierce as a tiger.

"What did you say?!"

He stopped what he was doing, turned his head sharply, and looked at a subordinate who had run in to report, his voice full of disbelief.

"Three people? They came out of the young lady's room?!"

"There are two more men?"

The subordinate wiped away cold sweat, bowing and scraping:

"It's absolutely true, Tiger! Old K went to pick him up personally, and I heard... he was covered in blood."

Zhao Hu's brows furrowed into a deep frown.

What is Mu Wanqing's bedroom?

That's a forbidden zone, a den of dragons and tigers!

Let alone him, even a trusted confidant like Old K wouldn't dare approach him without being summoned.

Now, three people have come out of there all at once?

One woman and two men?

And he was covered in blood?

Isn't the young lady a germaphobe?

The sheer volume of information was overwhelming, leaving his straightforward mind somewhat bewildered.

"Have you found out who it is?"

"We can't find that information yet. However..."

The subordinate lowered his voice and said mysteriously,

"I heard from the maid who delivered the clothes that Old K knows one of the guys, and it seems to be the same kid from the wild dungeon last time!"

boom!

Another alloy sandbag next to Zhao Hu was blown apart by his punch, and its high-density filling was scattered all over the ground.

"It's him?"

Zhao Hu's eyes instantly became incredibly complex.

There was surprise, but more than that, there was a sense of apprehension that even he himself was unaware of.

That F-class thief.

That high school student whose acting was so exaggerated it was embarrassing?

Not only did he not die in that perilous wild instance, he actually... appeared in the young lady's bedroom in this way?

Zhao Hu felt as if his worldview was being repeatedly crushed by a heavy road roller.

"Brother Tiger," the subordinate asked cautiously, "should we......"

"You're kidding me!"

Zhao Hu glared and cursed.

"Is this something we can meddle in? Pass on my order: everyone shut your mouths! Anyone who dares to gossip outside, don't blame me for ripping their tongue out and using it as a snack!"

"Yes, yes, yes!" The subordinate ran away in a panic.

Zhao Hu stood alone in the center of the training room, looking at the mess on the floor. After a long while, the boy's recent "achievements" flashed through his mind.

The "Hundred Faces" incident.

The top scorer in the college entrance examination in Jiangcheng.

All of these things are completely different from the timid and cowardly image he had in the dungeon.

The game they're playing seems to be on a completely different level from theirs.

He finally figured it out.

This is no longer a matter of connections.

This is fucking an ancestor!

Zhao Hu squeezed out a sentence through gritted teeth.

"Just who is this kid?"

"By the way...did he kill Wei Ze?"