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Zhuge Sheng practically roared it out. His voice was hoarse from excitement and the previous burns, but his tone was resolute and carried an almost sacrificial solemnity!
He straightened his charred and wounded chest, staring intently at Wang Ye: "Rest assured, Daoist Wang! With the three of us here, unless someone steps over our dead bodies, we will absolutely not allow anyone to lay a finger on a hair on your family's head!"
Zhuge Guan and Zhuge Meng also realized what was happening and nodded vigorously, saying in unison, "Yes! It's our duty!"
Wang Ye looked at Zhuge Sheng's posture, as if he wanted to immediately block a bullet, and his lips twitched almost imperceptibly. He waved his hand wearily: "It's not that exaggerated... As long as you come back alive, that's enough. I'll send you the address and contact information later."
He turned to Zhuge Qing and said, "I've taken care of the people, and I've also entrusted these three 'elite' men of yours to you. They can arrange the rest themselves."
Zhuge Qing looked at his three cousins who had suddenly become energetic and seemed to have found a new goal in life, and then at Wang Ye, who had a "finally rid of a burden" expression on his face. His fox-like eyes narrowed, and finally turned into a light laugh with an ambiguous meaning: "Alright, the three of them are tough. It's good to find them some serious work to do, so they won't run around causing trouble. Old Wang, thank you for your trouble."
Wang ignored the veiled meaning in his words and turned around directly: "The car is outside, let's go."
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Chapter 118 Anonymous Report
In the Wangfujing business district of Beijing, in a penthouse suite of a top-tier luxury hotel.
Outside the huge floor-to-ceiling windows lies the most bustling night view of Beijing.
Traffic flowed like a river, neon lights flashed, outlining the beating heart of the empire.
Inside the suite, crystal chandeliers refracted dazzling light, top-quality wool carpets were soft and silent, Italian leather sofas exuded a noble atmosphere, and the air was filled with a faint scent of cedar.
Zhuge Qing put down his carry-on suitcase, walked to the huge floor-to-ceiling window, and looked down at the brightly lit land of power and wealth below.
He took off his coat and casually draped it over the sofa armrest, revealing a finely textured sweater underneath, his posture upright and elegant.
"Tsk tsk tsk," he turned around, his face showing just the right amount of amazement and a hint of teasing, his gaze sweeping over every exquisitely luxurious detail in the suite.
"As expected of the young master of the Wang family, he's so generous. This hotel, this room... Old Wang, should I say 'I'm flattered'?"
Wang Ye slumped into a large single sofa, sinking in completely, his eyes closed, fingers pressing against his throbbing temples, his voice muffled:
"Don't give me that. Zhuge Qing, now that you're here, do you think I'd let you stay in a guesthouse? The best hotels in Beijing are perfect for someone like you, the 'little immortal of the Zhuge Liang School'."
"Little fairy?"
Zhuge Qing chuckled, walked to the wine cabinet, poured himself a glass of ice water, and ran his fingertips along the cool glass. "In front of you, the successor of 'Feng Hou Qi Men', my title of 'Little Immortal' sounds a bit ironic, doesn't it?"
He picked up his water glass, leaned against the liquor cabinet, and stared at Wang Ye with an invisible probe. "However, Old Wang, I appreciate your hospitality. Thank you."
The room fell silent instantly.
The neon lights outside the window flowed silently, while the warm yellow light inside bathed the two of them.
Zhuge Qing's words revolved around the Feng Hou Qi Men Dun Jia, yet he cleverly avoided the core of the matter.
His praise of the hotel was a pretense; his real intention was to test Wang Ye's condition.
His act of being a host was a pretense; his real purpose was to remind Wang Ye of the thorn between them called the "Eight Extraordinary Skills."
Wang Ye had his eyes closed, but every nerve in his body was taut.
He knows this fox too well.
The more nonchalant Zhuge Qing appeared, and the less he mentioned Feng Hou Qi Men, the more turbulent his inner desires and calculations became. From the moment he personally set foot in Beijing, Zhuge Qing's goal never wavered—Feng Hou Qi Men!
He wanted to know, he wanted to obtain, he wanted to... surpass!
And the king was equally aware of this.
The crushing blow from the mysterious scarred man in the factory ruins, the frustration of having his Feng Hou Qi Men technique forcibly broken through, and the lingering cold and domineering power within his body all weighed on his heart like a boulder.
Faced with Zhuge Qing's probing, he felt an unprecedented weariness and... vigilance.
He couldn't be sure what the fox would do if Zhuge Qing knew that Feng Hou Qi Men was not invincible and might even be crushed.
Should they back down when faced with difficulties? Or... become even more ruthless?
Wang Ye finally opened his eyes, his gaze as calm as a deep pool, tinged with a weary sarcasm. "You're overthinking it. As long as you're comfortable, that's all that matters."
He paused, his gaze meeting Zhuge Qing's fox-like eyes that seemed to see right through people. His voice was deep and direct, "Zhuge Qing, what do you want to do in Beijing?"
He didn't ask "Why did you come?" but rather "What do you want to do?" This subtle difference instantly steered the conversation to its core.
Zhuge Qing's smile remained unchanged, but the fingers holding the water glass tightened almost imperceptibly for a moment.
He took a graceful sip of ice water, his Adam's apple bobbing, but the icy liquid seemed unable to extinguish the flame of "knowledge" and "ambition" deep in his eyes.
"Let's catch up,"
He put down his water glass, his tone light as if he were talking about the weather, "Didn't I say? I'd catch up with old friends."
He strolled over to another sofa and sat down opposite Wang Ye. "Look how your 'savior' is doing, look at the feng shui of Beijing... Has it become any 'better' because of my arrival, this 'little deity'?"
He avoided the core of Wang Ye's question, but subtly touched that sensitive chord again with the word "feng shui".
Feng Hou Qi Men is the ultimate technique for manipulating the patterns of heaven and earth and controlling the changes in time and space!
Wang Ye looked at him but did not ask any further questions.
There's no point in pressing the fox for answers.
He simply closed his eyes wearily again, as if the pointed question had exhausted his last bit of strength.
"Let's catch up...
He leaned back on the sofa, his voice so low it almost blended into the background, "Use the room as you like. Rest if you're tired." He paused, then added, "Beijing's been... a bit turbulent lately. Be careful yourself."
This statement is both a reminder and a veiled warning.
He was implying not only the "small fry" who were eyeing his family, but also the scarred man who had existed like a nightmare in the factory ruins, and... the enormous undercurrent surging beneath this calm surface, powerful enough to devour everything, due to the Eight Extraordinary Techniques.
Zhuge Qing's smile finally faded a little, his fox-like eyes narrowed slightly, and a sharp glint flashed in them.
He understood Wang Ye's implied meaning.
"Not peaceful?" he repeated softly, his gaze once again turning to the dazzling yet cold urban jungle outside the window, the curve of his lips becoming somewhat inscrutable.
"Yes... a storm is brewing, and the wind in the capital city does indeed carry a bit of... 'mysterious' flavor."
"However, Lao Wang, you don't need to worry too much about me. Beijing is not peaceful, and I am not safe either, hahaha."
He picked up the water glass, the cold glass rim pressing against his palm.
Silence fell between them once again.
Outside the enormous floor-to-ceiling windows, the city lights resemble an ever-burning galaxy. Inside the suite, luxury remains, and warmth abounds, yet it feels as if an invisible, icy barrier, constructed by the "Feng Hou Qi Men" (a mythical creature believed to possess magical powers), separates the space.
Wang Ye was fully aware of the situation.
Feng Hou Qi Men was a thorn in Zhuge Qing's side because its ingenuity far surpassed that of Wu Hou Qi Men.
Zhuge Qing never mentioned it, but its shadow lingered in every glance, every word, and every breath he took.
Wang was fully aware of the situation, but could only build a dam with silence and exhaustion.
The wind howled outside the window, carrying the chill of early autumn and the oppressive atmosphere of an impending mountain rain.
This brief tranquility is nothing more than a fleeting, suffocating stillness in the eye of the storm.
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Meanwhile, on the other side.
An old telephone booth on a street.
A bald monk and his dog sneaked into a phone booth and started making a call.
"Hello, is this the Cultural Relics Bureau?"
"I've found the Imperial Seal of the State, yes, it's the Imperial Seal of the State."
"I am reporting this anonymously..."
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Chapter 119 Like a flower
The city of Beijing outside the window had sunk into a thick, inky black, and the embers of neon lights blurred into indistinct spots of light in the heavy fog, like the eyes of the deep sea.
Zhuge Qing nestled in the finest Egyptian cotton bedding, the tranquility of cedar and gold filling the air around him.
Wang has already left.
Because this is a double room, Wang Ke didn't want to sleep in a double room with Zhuge Qing.
So the king left.
Just as Zhuge Qing's consciousness was about to slip into the edge of chaos—
Dude, dunk, dunk.
Three knocks, short, clear, and with a kind of inhumanly stiff rhythm, pierced the deathly silence of the suite.
He suddenly opened his eyes.
In the darkness, Zhuge Qing's pupils instantly contracted to needle size.
There was no wind, no unusual noises from the pipes; the sound came from the heavy solid wood door behind me.
Zhuge Qing stood up, stepped barefoot onto the cool, mirror-like marble floor, and silently slid to the door.
Through the eerie green light of the electronic peephole, the magnificent corridor was deserted. The scarlet carpet stretched straight ahead, and at the end, the metal door of the elevator reflected a cold light, like a gaping maw.
Hallucination? My tired nerves are buzzing.
He retreated to the bedside. His body touched the soft fabric again for less than ten seconds.
Tap! Tap! Tap! Tap!
The knocking suddenly became violent and intense!
It felt like someone was pounding it with their finger bones!
This is no longer a test; it's a blatant provocation and urging!
A surge of icy rage instantly dispelled Zhuge Qing's last trace of drowsiness.