Chapter 114: The Gala

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When Yvonne saw me, she joyfully threw herself into my arms, paying no mind to the scrutinizing gazes around us.

“What are you doing here?” Yvonne asked in a coquettish voice; the assertive woman she had been moments ago now completely transformed into a tender, delicate lady.

“I’m also from Division Nine. I just finished having tea with Director Zhou and thought I’d come see you,” I said, wrapping my arm around Yvonne’s waist and casting a sharp glance around.

The prying, assessing, and mocking eyes immediately shifted away.

At that moment, the fat man stood up, covering his mouth, blood trickling between his fingers.

“You... you better tell me your name, or I, Xie Huaizhu, won’t let you off,” the fat man barked angrily.

“Xie Bad Pig? You really are a pig. Want to see if I’ll squeeze oil out of you?” I stepped forward.

The fat man recoiled in fear, yelling, “Is everyone dead? Call security!”

Soon, several young men in black uniforms rushed in.

“Arrest him. If I don’t kill him myself, I’m not a Xie,” the fat man shouted loudly.

But the leader of the security team stiffened when he saw me, quickly saluted, and said, “Master Qin, I’m Sun Yang, captain of Security Team One.”

Within Division Nine, soldiers and many others responsible for ordinary security referred to the on-field Yin-Yang practitioners as “Master.”

“You know me?” I asked with a smile.

“Master Qin’s reputation is legendary. Even the Special Security Team led by Commander Xue admires you greatly,” Sun Yang said with genuine reverence.

Logistics within Division Nine are also tiered; lower-level logistics personnel usually don’t know all members, only a few or those they directly manage.

“That Xie Bad Pig wants to kill me,” I glanced at the fat man, who now looked uneasy.

“Take Director Xie to the security room for a couple of days,” Sun Yang ordered. His men immediately grabbed Xie Huaizhu and dragged him away.

“How dare you! I’m family Xie! You’ll regret this!” Xie shouted.

“Family Xie? That’s just a distant branch, using the family name to bully others,” Sun Yang sneered.

I thanked Sun Yang and took Yvonne out directly.

Many people gathered around, asking Sun Yang about me.

He just chuckled and said, “Don’t ask. Let me put it this way: Master Qin is untouchable in Division Nine. That fat guy is lucky. Heard of the Huo family? Huo Xingyu’s manhood was ruined by him.”

Everyone was stunned, especially those men who had secretly or openly taken an interest in Yvonne—they felt a chill down to their bones.

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Routine intimacy, the usual three rounds.

Yvonne stopped her endless demands, contentedly nestled in my arms, chatting.

“Zhou Yun? He’s not Director Zhou’s son, probably an orphan. But he’s quite close to Shangguan Qinghong,” Yvonne said.

I raised an eyebrow. So he’s scheming to get me to the party? Could it be Shangguan Qinghong’s idea?

“Tonight, come with me to the party hosted by Shangguan Qingwu,” I told Yvonne.

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“No, I have to go home tonight,” Yvonne replied.

“Aren’t you afraid I’ll be snatched away by those three socialite queens?” I teased.

“I’m not scared. I’ve known you, this scoundrel, for a while. You might as well hook up with all three—it would prove I’m just as good as them. At least I’ve already been with the men they used,” Yvonne laughed coquettishly.

I feigned anger, pushed her onto the bed, and playfully smacked her bottom a few times.

Yvonne cried out in pain but turned with seductive eyes.

Swallowing hard, I pounced, and the battle resumed.

Night fell; Yvonne helped me fix my clothes, then we left together—she to the Yvonne household, I to the party.

“You don’t walk naturally; people will notice,” I teased.

Yvonne rolled her eyes, scolding, “It’s your fault, you pervert! That hurt!”

I laughed, “You brought it on yourself. Next time, we’ll try some other moves.”

“Get lost, you pervert,” Yvonne said, pushing me into her flashy sports car. She then climbed into a luxury sedan and drove out of the garage.

The party hosted by Shangguan Qingwu was held at a private club called Feiwu, heavily guarded.

When I arrived, the parking lot was already filled with all kinds of luxury cars.

At the entrance, I showed my invitation and entered.

“Not bad, tasteful,” I thought, taking in the club’s decor—elegant and spirited, not heavy or old-fashioned, with luxury hidden in subtle details.

Young men and women weaved through the crowd, chatting in groups of three or five, holding glasses of red wine, laughing and chatting.

Where were the three socialite queens? I scanned the room several times, spotting a few girls who could easily score ninety points on looks but lacked the right aura.

I ordered a glass of wine and sat on a corner sofa, sipping lightly. I wasn’t interested in the party, just curious if those socialites lived up to my expectations.

Setting the glass aside, I lit a cigarette.

At that moment, someone sat beside me.

“Got any smokes?” the man asked.

I glanced over. A stranger, but that was normal—so far, I hadn’t seen anyone I knew at the party.

I tossed him a cigarette.

He looked at it and said, “Whoa, top-shelf stuff. That’s hard to get.”

Seeing that I ignored him, he lit his cigarette and said, “I’m Xie Feilong. You’re new to me, brother.”

“Qin Feng,” I replied.

Xie Feilong was momentarily stunned, then exclaimed, “You… you’re Qin Feng?”

“Who else?” I said coolly. Since his surname was Xie, he was probably from the Xie family.

“No... just heard your name a lot. Maybe I’ll be calling you brother-in-law soon,” Xie said.

“Xie Yanran is your sister? Which one is she?” I asked.

“She should be up there with Shangguan Qingwu,” Xie answered.

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At that moment, someone called Xie Feilong from across the room. He greeted me and left.

I stubbed out my cigarette, feeling a bit bored—no socialite queens in sight.

I stood and walked through the crowd toward the back.

There was a small courtyard—quiet and secluded.

As I approached, my eyes narrowed.

A swing sat empty but was swinging gently on its own.

My Yin-Yang vision sharpened to the maximum, revealing a faint ghostly figure. Using strong spiritual power, I sensed only a faint trace of spectral energy.

Ordinary Yin-Yang practitioners likely wouldn’t see or sense anything.

This ghost was no ordinary spirit!

I sat down on the swing.

The ghost drifted away but then suddenly pushed the swing hard, sending it soaring high.

Surprisingly, I wasn’t frightened.

The ghost pushed harder, disbelieving, but I sat steadily with my eyes closed, enjoying the ride.

The ghost grew terrified—it realized it couldn’t stop the swing. Every attempt to halt it felt like its soul would shatter.

At that moment, a graceful figure appeared on the small balcony above. Her fiery red hair cascaded in large waves over her shoulders, and she wore a short red dress.

Such an outfit might look mature or tacky on many women.

But on this woman, it conveyed playful energy and liveliness.

Seeing the scene below, her face changed instantly, and she floated down.

“Sister, help me! This bad man is bullying me!” The ghost revealed her spectral form—a teenage girl around fifteen or sixteen—complaining plaintively but still pushing the swing.

Without hesitating, the woman formed hand seals and struck toward me.

“Boom!”

I stood firm as a beam of magical light flared around me, reflecting her attack and sending her flying back.

At the same time, the strap of her dress silently snapped and slipped off her shoulder.

My eyes widened at the glimpse of pure white skin.

Wow, quite a sight.

Feeling a chill on her chest and catching my wolfish gaze, she looked down and screamed, pulling her dress strap back up.

“You… pervert! I’ll kill you!” She tightened the strap with a firm knot. Her necklace glowed softly, enveloping her body. Then she drew a hairpin from her hair, transforming it into a magical sword, and thrust it toward me.