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

Chapter 204 Mu Wanqing's Hongmen Banquet!

Night falls.

Chen Yifan stood in front of the panoramic floor-to-ceiling window of the deluxe room.

Beneath my feet lies the steel forest of Jiangcheng, adorned with countless lights.

Beyond the high walls lies endless darkness and the roars of strange beasts; within, however, lies a glittering city woven from steel and neon lights.

Like a huge and magnificent cage.

He was wearing a soft black casual suit that fit him perfectly, with meticulous attention to detail at the collar and cuffs.

The work of Mu Wanqing.

That woman's taste, like her looks, was impeccable.

"Knock knock".

There was a light knock on the door twice.

"Fanzi, it's me."

Wang Fugui's voice was very low, with a hint of guilt, like someone who had done something wrong.

Chen Yifan opened the door.

Wang Fugui and Lin Xiaoyu were both standing outside the door.

Both of them changed into clean clothes.

Wang Fugui was dressed in loose-fitting top-brand sportswear, but it still couldn't hide his robust physique.

Lin Xiaoyu, on the other hand, wore an elegant white dress.

Moonlight streamed through the corridor windows, bathing her in its glow and adding to her aloof and distant aura.

However, both of their faces were filled with the same emotion.

Fidgeting.

"Fanzi, this place... damn, it's way too luxurious!"

As soon as Wang Fugui entered, he was like a savage thrown into the palace, touching and looking around, clicking his tongue in amazement.

"This bed is so big and soft, and that toilet is fully automatic! I almost flushed it away thinking I was dirty!"

Lin Xiaoyu, on the other hand, was much quieter.

She merely surveyed the ubiquitous defensive runes in the room with a wary gaze, her eyes showing no sign of relaxation.

"Tell me, what does that woman want by locking us up here?"

Wang Fugui stroked his chin, lowered his voice, and adopted a serious, analytical demeanor.

"Could they be planning to kill me to cover their tracks?"

"After all, we saw her right after she took a shower..."

Before he could finish speaking, Chen Yifan's cold gaze forced him to stop.

"Don't try to figure her out with your pitiful brain capacity."

Chen Yifan walked to the bar and poured himself a glass of ice water.

"She wanted to do something, and we couldn't even get out of that bedroom."

"Then what's in it for her?"

Wang Fugui sank into the soft sofa with a heavy thud, the sofa groaning in pain.

"They're treating me to the best food and drink; surely it can't be... that they've taken a liking to you, Fanzi?"

Chen Yifan paused in his drinking motion, almost choking.

"You should use your imagination to make the patterns on your shield look better."

"I think she's waiting."

Lin Xiaoyu, who had been silent all along, suddenly spoke.

Her voice was very soft, yet it instantly silenced the room.

Chen Yifan and Wang Fugui both looked at her.

"Wait for the right time to negotiate with us."

Lin Xiaoyu's eyes were crystal clear.

"Or perhaps the intelligence we brought back is extremely valuable to her. She will never let this bargaining chip slip away for nothing."

Chen Yifan nodded approvingly.

This girl's intuition is as sharp as a knife.

Just then, the doorbell rang.

A pleasant electronic sound made Wang Fugui jump up from the sofa like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

"Who?!"

On the electronic screen outside the door, Old K's refined face, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, appeared, his smile so perfect it looked as if it had been measured with a ruler.

Chen Yifan opened the door.

"Mr. Chen, Mr. Wang, Ms. Lin."

Old K bowed slightly, his posture impeccable, but his smile was devoid of any warmth.

"The president hosted a banquet at the rooftop restaurant to welcome the three of them."

Pick up the dust?

Wang Fugui and Lin Xiaoyu exchanged a glance, their hearts sinking.

This is hardly a welcome banquet.

This is a trap!

"lead the way."

Chen Yifan's reaction was calm, as if he had expected this moment.

……

The rooftop of the Jiangcheng branch of the Black Gold Chamber of Commerce is a rooftop garden restaurant that is not open to the public.

The enormous dome is made of a single piece of specially made crystal, allowing you to stand beneath your feet amidst the dazzling starry sky and the night view of Jiangcheng.

There was only one person sitting at a long obsidian dining table.

Mu Wanqing.

She changed out of her bathrobe and into a well-tailored black women's suit, her long hair pulled up high, revealing her smooth forehead and fair neck.

That stunningly beautiful face was completely expressionless.

Her very presence exudes an aura, completely different from her image in the dungeon.

Chen Yifan couldn't help but take another look.

It's changed a lot in just a few days.

Indeed, holding a high position is the best way to cultivate a person's temperament.

In particular, Mu Wanqing is now the sole heir to the Black Gold Chamber of Commerce.

In fact, she has the final say on almost everything, big and small.

Although the two are bound by the [Abyss Protocol].

However, we still cannot let our guard down.

Who knows if the other party has a way to break the agreement?

Upon seeing the three enter, Mu Wanqing didn't even stand up; she merely raised her eyes and gestured towards the seat opposite her.

"sit."

One word, no room for argument.

The three sat down as instructed.

A sumptuous dinner was served by the waiters in a continuous stream. Each dish was as exquisite as a work of art, made from the flesh and blood of unheard-of top-grade exotic beasts, radiating an alluring spiritual energy fluctuation.

However, no one touched the knife and fork.

Wang Fugui sat upright, his back soaked with cold sweat, his hands nervously placed on his knees, looking as awkward as a child accompanying his parents to someone else's house for a meal.

Lin Xiaoyu lowered her head, pretending to study the intricate patterns on the plate in front of her.

Repressed.

A suffocating sense of oppression.

Finally, after the last dessert was served, Mu Wanqing waved her hand.

All the waiters bowed and withdrew, leaving only the four of them in the huge restaurant, in a deathly silence.

"Tell me about it."

Mu Wanqing gently wiped the corner of her mouth with a napkin, her movements as elegant as a classical oil painting.

She did not name names.

But that gaze, like a searchlight, was fixed intently on Chen Yifan.

"Everything you saw, heard, and felt in that instance."

"Especially the information about that 'heart' and 'Outer God'."

Tell me everything, without missing a single word.

Chen Yifan did not answer immediately.

He picked up his knife and fork, slowly cut off a small piece of the golden-brown roasted meat, and put it in his mouth.

Chew slowly.

Then swallow.

Just as Mu Wanqing's patience was about to run out, he finally raised his head, met that cold gaze, and smiled.

"President Mu, you know that I've always believed in fairness."

"Oh?"

Mu Wanqing's eyebrows twitched almost imperceptibly.

"I can give you the intelligence. And it's an 'exclusive deluxe edition' that includes my personal speculation."

Chen Yifan put down his knife and fork, leaned forward slightly, and placed his hands on the table in a negotiating posture.

"However, I also have a question I would like to ask Chairman Mu."

Mu Wanqing looked at him, gesturing for him to continue.

"Liu Cang, or rather, the 'outer god' behind him, went to such great lengths to set up such a massive scheme."

Chen Yifan's voice was soft, yet it resonated clearly in everyone's ears.

"What exactly are they trying to get from that instance?"

Upon hearing this question, both Wang Fugui and Lin Xiaoyu paused for a moment.

Mu Wanqing's eyes finally showed a change.

It was a complex emotion mixed with surprise, admiration, and a hint of helplessness.

She realized that she had underestimated the boy in front of her.

This can be seen from the "Hundred Faces" incident.

He was never a lamb to the slaughter.

but……

"Are you trying to negotiate with me?"

Mu Wanqing's voice was devoid of emotion.

"No." Chen Yifan shook his head, his smile unchanged. "I just think that the foundation of cooperation is information parity."

"Otherwise, how would I know that the information I reveal might turn into a knife that stabs me in the back?"

The air seemed to have been sucked out by that sentence.

Wang Fugui's palms were sweaty with nervousness.

Fan Zi is playing with fire!

It's like pulling the fur out of the mouth of a tigress that could go berserk at any moment!

Mu Wanqing stared at Chen Yifan silently for a full ten seconds.

Suddenly, she smiled.

It wasn't that kind of cold, mocking laugh.

It was a heartfelt laugh, tinged with genuine interest, like a crack appearing on a frozen lake.

She picked up the glass of red wine in front of her and gently swirled the deep ruby-red liquid inside.

She took a sip of wine, put down the glass, and leaned forward. Her peach blossom eyes now resembled two bottomless whirlpools, threatening to suck people in.

"I can tell you."

Her voice carried a hint of seduction.

"But in exchange..."

"You need to do something for me."

coming.

Chen Yifan understood that this was the real main course of this "Feast at Hongmen".

"What is it?"

"Come with me to the headquarters of the Black Gold Chamber of Commerce."

Mu Wanqing's voice suddenly became more serious than ever before.

"Attend one of my events in my capacity as 'personal consultant'..."

"……"game"."