Chapter 207: Lu Liangting: Open Your Eyes
With a sudden rustle, Zhao Mingyue jumped up from the bench, eyes wide with fury as she pointed dramatically at the Dragon Lady, her mouth slightly agape as if ready to unleash a tirade. However, after a brief three-second hesitation, she quickly dashed to the other side of Bai Yu and hugged her arm in the same fashion.
“What are you doing?!”
She yanked Bai Yu closer, giving her a fierce glare that practically screamed, “I’m not to be trifled with, watch it or I’ll bite!” like an irate little kitten—so fierce yet utterly adorable.
“What am I doing? I’m just finding myself a backup, what’s wrong with that?” The Dragon Lady tugged Bai Yu back with a mischievous grin aimed at Zhao Mingyue. “Look at poor Lu Liangting, bullied to such an extent! If it weren’t for Bai Yu, he’d be in an even worse state!”
“Next time someone bullies me, I’ll just call Bai Yu; she’ll be my revenge machine, serving up some serious justice!”
“Are you jealous? No way, are you the little green-eyed monster here?”
“Little~ Green~ Eyed~ Monster~”
The Dragon Lady giggled, covering her face with one hand, her smile dripping with sarcasm as Zhao Mingyue’s expression flickered between embarrassment and rage.
“Ugh, you pesky girl! I’m going to teach you a lesson today!”
“Oh, getting worked up, are we?”
Zhao Mingyue pounced, her little tiger teeth peeking out making her look even more like a little furball. The Dragon Lady laughed as she effortlessly sidestepped Zhao Mingyue’s flailing arms, bouncing away in a playful leap. It was like watching a cat evade a clumsy puppy—Zhao Mingyue could barely graze the hem of her clothing.
Meanwhile, Bai Yu sat on the bench, the weather not helping much today as clouds blocked the sun, casting an indifferent gloom upon the scene.
Watching the two girls’ playful antics, the Dragon Lady, whether intentionally or unintentionally, would sometimes critique Zhao Mingyue’s movements on how she should or shouldn’t act.
Zhao Mingyue was genuinely trying to learn, her actions becoming a bit more coordinated under the Dragon Lady’s guidance, gaining speed, but alas, she still couldn’t catch the elusive Dragon Lady.
After a solid forty minutes of the playful chase, panting from exertion while wiping her forehead, Zhao Mingyue decided enough was enough.
“Now do you see why Bai Yu prefers my body?” The Dragon Lady’s teasing smile remained.
“Who wouldn’t like a strong and lasting body? Bai Yu too! Only a physique like mine could satisfy her, you troublesome sister really should hit the gym a bit more.”
Bending down with her hands on her knees, Zhao Mingyue snapped at the Dragon Lady’s words, pulling out her phone and waving it after a few taps.
A fuming expression shifted into a grin. “Hey, I’m charging up! I’m done chasing you!”
The Dragon Lady’s smile froze mid-gleam as she glanced at the phone. The screen showed a picture of Bai Yu in a maid outfit; the angle made her look adorably shy.
“Alright, you little green-eyed monster, you win this round—share that pic with me!”
And with the roles reversed, it was now the Dragon Lady’s turn to chase Zhao Mingyue.
Of course, Zhao Mingyue stood no chance, dodging for a few rounds before getting caught. At that very moment, Zhao Mingyue let out a triumphant shout and lunged, tackling the Dragon Lady to the ground, barely noticing her phone had fallen aside as she grabbed both sides of the Dragon Lady’s face.
“Ha ha ha! Gotcha! You pesky girl, let’s see how I teach you today!”
That victorious grin of hers made Bai Yu want to hide her face in embarrassment. Truly, there was nothing ladylike about it.
Zhao Mingyue was busy pinching the Dragon Lady’s face with one hand while clutching her waist with the other, and when the Dragon Lady tried to squirm free, Zhao Mingyue launched into a tickle attack.
“Ahh! You little green-eyed monster, let go of me!”
The laughter continued for two or three minutes until Zhao Mingyue finally relented, noticing the Dragon Lady’s waist starting to sprout scales—her tickling was losing its effect.
Seeing the Dragon Lady getting up with vengeance in her eyes, Bai Yu interjected, “Alright, it’s getting late; we should head back. There’s important business tonight.”
The Dragon Lady brushed off the grass and twigs from her clothes, her cheeks flushed and hair in disarray—as if she’d just been through a world of chaos.
“Humph! Sister has decided to let you off easy today,” she huffed, casting a glance at the smug Zhao Mingyue, shooting her a mischievous glare that was more cute than intimidating.
“Pfft, talk to me when you hit one-six meters tall, little girl. And hey…” Zhao Mingyue patted her curvaceous chest, “better work on that ‘plank’ of yours or you’ll just be a pesky sis.”
Let’s just say, in this department, Zhao Mingyue was absolutely crushing her sister Dragon Lady. Not just in this life, but in past lives too—Dragon Lady really couldn’t compete; she was getting owned.
The Dragon Lady grumbled in irritation, momentarily at a loss for words.
Seeing her flustered, Zhao Mingyue burst into laughter, waving toward the vending machine. “Wait for me here; sister will buy you a bottle of milk!”
It was clear Zhao Mingyue was in high spirits, humming a tune as she walked with a spring in her step.
Once she left, the Dragon Lady’s frustrated expression turned into pensive thoughts. Would she really stay mad at her own sister?
“What a change that girl’s gone through.”
“It’s good; her being like this is the greatest comfort to me.”
With a thoughtful tone, the Dragon Lady exchanged a glance with Bai Yu.
“Thank you.”
Bai Yu didn’t verbalize her gratitude, her eyes silently following Zhao Mingyue as she walked away. Moments later, Zhao Mingyue returned with a bottle of Wahaha in hand.
“Hey, where’s that pesky sister?” she blinked, noticing the absence.
“Heading back.”
“Fast runner, huh? Should we head back too and wait for Lu Liangting?”
“Yup.”
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Time passed, and soon it was 8 PM.
Zhao Mingyue spent the whole afternoon at the convenience store, munching on a tub of instant noodles until Lu Liangting’s car pulled up right on time.
He looked a lot more relaxed, the visible anxiety of the morning replaced with a calmer demeanor.
For Lu Liangting, having Bai Yu help out was the ultimate stress relief.
“Mingyue.” Upon seeing Zhao Mingyue emerge, Lu Liangting kindly opened the car door for her.
“Are we heading off now?” she whispered once she settled into the back seat.
“Yup. We’re just in time for the meeting,” Lu Liangting confirmed as he got in and started the car, but not before pulling out a black credit card with golden accents, handing it to Zhao Mingyue.
“This card has one million five hundred thousand on it, just a little gesture from me. Please thank Bai Yu for me.”
Zhao Mingyue’s hand froze mid-air as she registered what he said.
“One million five hundred thousand!?”
To her, that was an astronomical figure. Her brain short-circuited, struggling to calculate how long she’d need to work without eating to earn that amount.
“Yes, and this is just the beginning! My family said they’ll cover two million more. I’ll try to arrange even more—five or six million if possible.”
That one million five hundred thousand had left Zhao Mingyue in shock, but the subsequent figures had her mind fully spinning.
Clearly, she was out of her league. Five or six million? Now that was a number she couldn’t even dream of.
“Stop refusing; you deserve it.” Lu Liangting pressed the card into her hand. “The password is on the back. I don’t have much else to give you two besides this. Although I know you and Bai Yu aren’t short on cash, I’ll aim for better rewards next time.”
The car drove smoothly toward the abandoned factory they discussed.
On the ride, both Lu Liangting and Zhao Mingyue were silent—one plotting solutions, the other simply staring at the credit card in disbelief.
Suddenly a multi-millionaire? That was going to take some getting used to.
As they approached their destination, Lu Liangting turned back, “Did Bai Yu say what we should do once we arrive?”
“Nope,” Zhao Mingyue snapped back to reality, still clutching the credit card. “She said you should park as close as possible, preferably within sight, and I’ll wait in the car while she follows you inside. After that, just watch over things—everything else is on her.”
She had come along to prevent any mishaps in her absence while remaining undercover. In the following plans, she’d avoid exposure to keep her identity safe.
“Got it.” Lu Liangting nodded, maneuvering the car into the abandoned factory grounds, stopping right in front of the door.
“We’re here.”
As they disembarked, Lu Liangting didn’t glance back at the back seat; he could sense the spirits around him quieting, knowing Bai Yu had surely entered his shadow.
The moment she did, all the spirits around them subdued, as if holding their breath, afraid of being spotted by her.
This was an instinct; a prey’s natural reaction upon encountering a predator—hiding away to avoid detection.
As for him personally, there was merely a weighty pressure amplifying upon his shoulders.
Just outside, raindrops began to patter down as a gust of wind swirled into a full-blown downpour within mere moments.
Amidst the thunder rumbling outside, Lu Liangting looked up, vaguely spotting several silhouettes deep inside the factory.
The place was thick with ghostly energy and cold winds; at least five figures in red existed there, not counting Old Yang.
With Old Yang captured, he was merely left with one red figure and four evil spirits. Had he been on a task, he wouldn’t have asked Bai Yu for help—he had to try things himself. There might be a gap, but how would he know if he didn’t make the effort?
Though, if he took a reckless chance, it could cost his father’s life.
In the face of this situation, he had to eliminate the threat quickly.
In a one-against-five scenario with the need to k*ll the opponent, he could only think of Bai Yu.
Just then, a flash of lightning blasted the sky, momentarily illuminating the factory’s interior. Had anyone stood before Lu Liangting, they would have seen his shadow transform—no longer a short-haired man, but a long-haired ghost in a flowing gown.
Boom!
Lu Liangting stepped forward, even catching the sounds of the enemy.
“Tsk, hahaha, look who decided to drop by—our little Lord Lu!”
From deep within the factory lurked six figures, five men, and one woman—ages varied, the oldest over fifty, the youngest merely twenty.
None spoke; they simply scrutinized Lu Liangting as he stood in the middle of the empty space.
It was the stylish green-haired youth who called out the mockery.
His unique hairstyle featured yellow hair on the sides and a shock of green on top, making him resemble an absurd pineapple.
The rest were far more composed yet equally proud.
“Where’s my father?” Lu Liangting asked with a calm demeanor.
“Rest assured, your father’s alive and well. We’re only here to pick up some trash you all don’t want—not worth risking the life of such a noble lord for a burnt duchess. Murdering him? We can’t bear that responsibility!” the green-haired youth laughed heartily.
“Of course, while we won’t k*ll him, if we can’t get our hands on the thing we want tonight, maybe I’ll take a piece or two back as a memento—how about calling it ‘retirement assets of a famous entrepreneur’ or maybe ‘the head of a guild president’?”
“Tsk tsk, having such a souvenir displayed at home would definitely be good luck, right, little Lu?”
“Just show me my father.” Lu Liangting’s gaze sharpened, locking onto the green-haired boy.
“Sure, sure! Oh dear, I can’t refuse Young Master Lu’s request; I’d lose my head,” the boy said, exaggerating his expressions as he stood just two meters from Lu Liangting, making grimaces that were more nauseating than funny.
“Here’s the deal: bow for me, and I’ll bring out your dad.”
“Trust me, the others agree with me—what I say goes here.”
Suddenly, the boy’s smile vanished as he became very serious, barking, “Kneel!”
The command echoed, muffled by the torrential downpour outside.
After a brief silence, as Lu Liangting’s eyes turned dangerously narrowed, the green-haired boy’s face morphed back into a grin. “Just kidding! Don’t take it seriously.”
“Now put your goods on the ground. I won’t touch it; just let me see it’s authentic at least—a hand for a hand, alright?”
He gestured to a woman in her twenties beside him, who flipped a switch. A figure descended from above, suspended by a crane—a middle-aged man, unconscious and tightly bound.
From Bai Yu’s perspective, a little ghost sat on the man’s head, covering his eyes, ensuring he couldn’t wake up. Solving this little ghost was essential; otherwise, this guy would just be a vegetable.
Clearly, these people weren’t entirely sincere.
This little ghost was particularly tricky—without a decent level of strength, even spotting it would be futile; it was almost embedded into the man’s scalp, brutally linked to his spine.
“Where’s the ghost you caught?” Lu Liangting clenched his fists in rage.
“Relax, it’s not dead.” The green-haired youth smirked as he beckoned, and a coffin was lowered, revealing Old Yang, similarly bound and losing strength as the coffin absorbed his energy.
Noticing Old Yang was still alive brought a wave of relief, as Lu Liangting lowered his head, placing his backpack firmly on the ground.
Just as the green-haired youth opened his mouth to speak, a sudden change overcame an elderly figure in their fifties, swiftly moving to the forefront.
“Something’s off about Lu Liangting!”
“What now?”
“Get down!” the white-haired elder shouted. Just then, Lu Liangting bent low as if reaching for his backpack zipper, with an enchanting girl in a black dress looming behind him.
Swish!
Two red figures appeared simultaneously—one aimed at grasping Lu Liangting’s backpack, and the other moving to confront the green-haired youth.
The youth was hurriedly pinned to the ground before realizing what was happening.
Struggling free, he looked up in horror upon witnessing the scene.
His prized two red figures had been pierced through by thick, bl**d-red threads, hanging in the air while they desperately attempted to escape; however, those snake-like red threads proved indestructible—mending even the slightest damage in the shortest time frame.
The energy surrounding those threads differed entirely from the angry intents associated with the red figures; what filled the air was overwhelming pain and desperation, a level of madness far worse than mere resentment.
“Threads of Pain!?”
The disbelief in the green-haired youth’s eyes deepened. Glancing back at Lu Liangting, he realized he stood there casually, and instead of an urn, his bag contained a large bottle of calcium milk.
At that moment, Lu Liangting spoke up.
“Bai Yu, they’ve got tons of red figures for you to feast on!”
With that, the white-haired elder hurled ten soul-binding nails, each homing in on Bai Yu’s vital spots.
But in a blink, Bai Yu made no more than a casual grab, snatching the ten nails as if they were mere playthings.
Seeing the green-haired youth standing tall beside the gatekeepers now, they looked alarmed—forced to confront Bai Yu’s immense aura.
They were far more seasoned than An Tianhe.
The moment they witnessed Bai Yu casually crushing the lethal soul-binding nails, three of them split apart and fell as worthless refuse, their collective scales crawled with dread.
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