Manipulative Harem God

Chapter 426 Mysterious Visitor (2)

?The audacity of his suggestion left them momentarily speechless, their minds racing to process the implications.

“Cough!” The sudden interruption came from Rose, who, perhaps sensing the direction the conversation was taking, felt compelled to steer it back to more pressing matters.

Her cough, though subtle, was a clear attempt to reclaim Zhang Wei’s attention.

Zhang Wei’s gaze shifted to Rose, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he playfully included her in his earlier proposition. “Oh, you can join as well,” he teased, the casual remark enough to send a flush of color to her cheeks, a mix of embarrassment and surprise at being drawn into the game as well.

“Uh… Boss… What about the girl?” Rose managed to redirect the conversation, her voice tinged with a mix of curiosity and concern.

“Hm?” Zhang Wei’s feigned ignorance was short-lived. “What’s her name?” he inquired, genuinely interested in the identity of this mysterious visitor.

Rose’s response did little to clarify the situation. “She wouldn’t tell, saying if you knew, you would run away and not meet her.”

“??” The mysterious nature of the visitor’s claim piqued Zhang Wei’s curiosity further, challenging his pride and interest.

His eyes narrowed thoughtfully. The idea that someone could instill fear in him was almost amusing. 𝙡𝙞𝒃𝓻𝒆𝓪𝒅.𝓬𝒐𝒎

“Though, she said they are here for cooperation of some kind, with White Tigers,” Rose continued, offering a piece of information that seemed usefull.

The mention of a potential collaboration with the White Tigers caught his attention.

“Interesting,” Zhang Wei mused aloud, recalling past instances where supposed alliances turned into threats and lessons were harshly taught.

Could it be Tang Lifen behind this new approach, possibly sending another emissary, or daring to confront him personally this time?

The possibility sparked a mix of anticipation and strategy within him.

“Let’s go and meet her,” he announced, his voice carrying a mixture of resolve and curiosity.

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As Zhang Wei and his women stepped away from the shadow of the Coastline Casino, the night air was abruptly torn apart by a deafening explosion.

Boooom!

The building, once a bastion of clandestine activity and the Red Scorpion gang’s stronghold, was engulfed in a monstrous inferno.

Flames voraciously consumed the structure, their hungry tongues licking the sky as screams of agony and despair were snuffed out amidst the chaos.

“Agh—”

“Ugh!”

The people trapped inside, members of the gang and unfortunate souls alike, found themselves ensnared in a deadly blaze, their cries for help swallowed by the roar of the fire.

There was no escape, no reprieve from the judgment that had been passed down upon them.

Tang Bo, standing at a safe distance, could only watch as the casino became a fiery tomb for those within.

Glancing at his phone, a message displayed on the screen illuminated his solemn face. “Boss is really cleve…” he muttered to himself, a mix of admiration and awe in his voice.

The text from Zhang Wei had been clear and concise: gather everyone inside and then obliterate the casino.

Zhang Wei harbored no illusions about leaving survivors—his was a path of total annihilation for his enemies.

Yet, in the company of others, he had maintained a facade, a calculated performance to preserve his image of innocence.

With the casino reduced to ashes, the message was unmistakable.

The flames, now spreading unchecked, were not just consuming the beginning of the Red Scorpion gang downfall but also symbolically announcing his own presence!

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In the serene yet somber ambiance of the Blue Orchid Pavilion, a young woman, Chu Yaoyao, found herself in a state of weary anticipation.

Seated at a low-rise table, her posture was one of utter exhaustion.

Her arms sprawled aimlessly across the wooden surface, her chin barely touching the edge, as she exhaled a sigh that seemed to carry the weight of her frustrations.

“Uncle Ting, are we going to die here without meeting with the master?” she asked, her voice a blend of despair and hope.

Standing behind her, an elderly man, Wen Tingguang, presented a stark contrast to the young lady’s despondence.

His bald head gleamed under the soft light of the pavilion, and his white beard fluttered slightly as he moved.

His eyes, however, betrayed a hint of irritation at the question.

“Yaoyao, it’s better if you give up. There is nothing worth your attention in this place anyway. This is the cursed land where no soul dares to enter,” he replied, his voice resonating with a mix of wisdom and resignation.

Wen Tingguang’s words painted a grim picture of Qingyun, branding it a cursed land—a place shunned by cultivators ever since the infamous 1931 demon outbreak.

That catastrophic event had unleashed horrors that required the combined might of monks to quell, forever staining the land with a legacy of darkness and despair.

As the butler of the Huanglong Dynasty, Wen Tingguang’s duty was to accompany Chu Yaoyao on her visit to Qingyun City.

Yet, as the days passed with no sign of the master they sought, the weight of their futile wait began to press heavily upon them.

Tap-tap-tap!

The rhythmic tapping of Chu Yaoyao’s fingers against the table punctuated the silence, a evidence to her unwavering resolve.

Despite the heavy eyelids that threatened to close, sealing her off to the world of her worries and weariness, she persisted.

From the break of dawn till the evening’s embrace, she stationed herself at the pavilion, clinging to the hope of once again meeting her master.

Click!

The quiet ambiance of the pavilion was suddenly punctured by the distinct click of a door latch.

“Hm?”

Chu Yaoyao, who had been lost in her thoughts, looked up in surprise as the door to her private room swung open.

“Master!”

Her eyes widened in disbelief, her heart skipping a beat at the sight of the very person she had been longing to meet.

Zhang Wei, the charming figure at the center of her countless days of waiting, stepped into the room, his presence instantly transforming the atmosphere.

Wen Tingguang, ever vigilant, quickly took stock of the newcomers.

His gaze swept over them, pausing momentarily on Rose. He deemed her no immediate threat, her cultivation level peaking at the qi gathering realm—a formidable stage for many, but not enough to warrant his concern.

However, his eyes narrowed slightly as they landed on Leng Yan. Her cultivation at the initial stage of the Core Formation realm was unexpected, a rarity in this forsaken land.

‘Why are there such strong cultivators in a place abandoned by the world?’ he mused silently, his own cultivation at the peak of the Core Formation realm making him wary of unnecessary dangers.

The legends of Qingyun’s cursed land were not lost on Wen Tingguang.

They were cautionary tales that had deterred even the bravest souls from venturing into this realm.

His decision to accompany Chu Yaoyao here was not made lightly, and he had no intention of courting danger more than was necessary.

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