Chapter 11: Intoxicated

“Rest assured, I have no interest in your descendants’ root. How disappointing—I actually thought you were formidable, haha…” Tong Xiaoman laughed heartily, her voice dripping with sarcasm, mockery, and disdain before she turned and left with an air of casual indifference.

“Tong Xiaoman, mark my words, I will make you pay for this…” Never before had Zhou Ming suffered such an insult, and anger surged through him like a burning flame as he howled at her retreating figure.

Before he could finish, a sudden cold night breeze swept over him, and a shadow exuding a deadly aura loomed above his head.

Startled, he looked up, and beneath the hazy moonlight, a face appeared—handsome, flawless, and perfect in every detail.

The man’s lips curled into a half-smile, neither fully friendly nor hostile, yet his eyes concealed an ice-cold murderous intent.

“Young Master Zhou, what price do you intend for my cousin to pay?” the man asked.

Zhou Ming shuddered violently, drawing in a sharp breath. Quickly, he shook his head, “Director Zhao, I… I was joking. Miss Tong is your cousin; how could I lay a hand on her?”

“Are you telling the truth?” Zhao Yi flipped his palm, and with the ease of a magician, a delicate compact pistol appeared, which he idly toyed with.

Zhou Ming hurriedly nodded, a cold sweat trickling down his forehead.

“Don’t say I didn’t give you a chance. From now, I will count to ten. If you’re still here when I finish, then I’m afraid you’ll have to face the consequences.”

Zhao Yi aimed the barrel at his groin, a wicked, sly smile spreading across his face.

Zhou Ming was terrified. Zhao Yi’s reputation in the underworld left no room for doubt; he would indeed do as he threatened. Ignoring the pain coursing through his body, he scrambled to his feet and fled, crawling and tumbling toward the door.

Zhao Yi redirected the gun toward Qing Rao, his smile now gentle and harmless. “If you’re not leaving, is it because you want to mourn my pistol?”

“Don’t shoot! I’m running… I’m running…” Qing Rao clutched her injured side, tailing off in a panicked dash. She lost a shoe but had no time to retrieve it.

Watching them flee, Zhao Yi’s smile deepened with malice. He pulled out a cigarette, placed it between his lips, then aimed the pistol at the cigarette. With a sharp snap, a blue flame burst from the barrel, lighting the cigarette instantly.

What a trick! That pistol was actually a lighter. Unfortunately, the two who had fled never knew just how thoroughly they had been fooled.

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No sooner had Tong Xiaoman stepped out of the Zhao family mansion than a driver arrived to take her back to the hotel.

What she hadn’t expected was the potency of the wine at the banquet. When she left the mansion, she already felt the first stirrings of intoxication. By the time she returned to the hotel, she was so drunk she could barely stand. Thus, when she noticed the Zhao family bodyguards secretly escorting her, she paid them no mind.

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