Before, Ru Hua and Nen Cao would chat by calling each other "buddy" and "bro."
Now, Ru Hua had changed her address, calling Nen Cao "gege."
This proved their relationship had taken another significant step forward!
But this was nothing.
It was just a change of address, having no impact on their actual relationship online.
Around five in the evening, after being admonished by a certain empress and warned, Li Qianfan obediently passed the friend request.
As soon as the friend request was accepted, Ru Hua sent a message: "Gege, what are you doing?"
Li Qianfan replied truthfully: "At Flowing Water Pavilion."
Oh.
Ru Hua understood: "Is video chat convenient?"
Li Qianfan directly clicked on the video call invitation.
The woman on the video was neatly dressed and appeared dignified and elegant.
Her eyes, meeting Li Qianfan's, held only uncontrollable tenderness and longing, devoid of the sinister coldness from earlier that evening.
Cough.
Li Qianfan cleared his throat: "Tomorrow, I'm going to Modu."
Ru Hua: "Mhm, I know."
Li Qianfan continued: "I'm taking Yaoyao with me."
Ru Hua nodded: "I know. Oh, right, who is Yaoyao?"
Li Qianfan—
Acting!
Keep on acting!
But as long as she agreed to let Yaoyao go to Modu, Li Qianfan couldn't be bothered to tear off her hypocritical mask.
*Beep.*
The video call suddenly ended.
Li Qianfan assumed there was some situation on her end that made video chat inconvenient, so he didn't pay it much mind.
But Ru Hua immediately sent a message: "Gege, I have an idea."
Li Qianfan: "Speak."
Ru Hua: "Let's get married online. After all, our actual relationship online has already surpassed the bounds of friendship."
Li Qianfan recalled Chu Yazhi's analysis.
It was completely accurate!
Ru Hua was pressing her advantage.
Li Qianfan didn't hesitate for long. He typed: "Okay."
"Husband."
"Wife."
"Husband, I love you."
"Me too."
"You too what?"
"Love you—"
"Husband, do you think we should have a wedding?"
"Is it necessary?"
"It's definitely necessary. Not only will it feel ceremonial, but more importantly, I'll have a sense of belonging. That way, no matter where you are, I can sleep soundly."
"Fine."
Li Qianfan didn't want to dwell on these things anymore: "How do we hold a wedding online?"
Ru Hua replied: "I need to think about it carefully. Let's see how we can make it the most romantic."
Li Qianfan replied: "Okay, let me know when you've figured it out."
"Husband, goodnight."
Su Nan Yin typed these four words to Nen Cao, and only after receiving Nen Cao's reply of "Wife, goodnight" did she smile with satisfaction and turn off her phone.
She walked out of the bedroom.
Maomaochong, who was already at the table with her sleeves rolled up, was poised for action.
The previous two nights, they had won everything from Su Nan Yin.
Tonight, they decided to press their advantage and make her a big loser!
"Heh, a bunch of ungrateful people. After losing so badly last night, I only took a nap."
Su Nan Yin gave a slight cold smile, tossed aside her jacket, and also rolled up her shirt sleeves: "Little ones, open the game!"
Maomaochong's heart trembled—
They exchanged glances, their eyes conveying messages: "Mom's aura is different from the last two nights? She looks like she can kill gods and buddhas. It seems we need to be careful."
Being careful was useless.
When the midnight bell chimed, Maomaochong's face had turned pale from losing.
Yaoyao couldn't stop raising her hand to wipe away the cold sweat, muttering prayers to all the gods for protection.
"Close the game."
Su Nan Yin picked up the box of money at her feet, kicked aside Yaoyao, who was blocking her and clamoring for a fight until dawn, and walked into the bedroom.
Angrily, Yaoyao gnashed her teeth, waving her hands constantly, sometimes like claws, sometimes like fists, as if about to pounce into the bedroom.
Seeing her younger sister like this, Maomaochong felt relieved.
This kind of Yaoyao was far better than the Du Junlin before last year!
The former Du Junlin was cold and aloof, with a cool expression that indeed had a certain charm of a young Yang Xiao.
But Maomaochong still hoped that in their next life, when the three of them were sisters again, Yaoyao would still be this adorable.
Seeing that no one was paying attention to her, Yaoyao sat dejectedly on the sofa.
She began to talk business: "Tomorrow morning, I'll be going to Tiandong. According to my guess, Qianfan might secretly dispatch Gao Ling Wang and Qing Yun Wang along with me. After all, some dirty work is not easy for him to do himself. While I'm away, Chongchong, you need to take good care of Mao Mao. And frequently urge Sister Su Xin to ensure Mom's safety."
Hearing her wood-headed little sister instructing Chongchong to take care of her, Su Maomao was deeply touched.
She decided to waive Yaoyao's 300 yuan gambling debt from their card game.
The generally recognized useless Chongchong naturally nodded in agreement to her instructions.
1:30 AM.
There was no moon or stars tonight.
Only wind, blowing from somewhere, rustling a plastic bag hanging from a treetop, making it sway back and forth like a ghost.
This was an overpass!
A person dressed in black stood motionless in the shadows, unlit by the streetlights, like a stone statue, watching the plastic bag flutter in the wind below the overpass.
*Bang.*
*Bang bang.*
A faint tremor came from the stairs on one side of the overpass.
A person, carrying a small combination lock briefcase in their left hand, was ascending the overpass step by step.
It was a young man in his thirties, with a handsome appearance. A faint, almost imperceptible smile played on his lips, as if it were innate, lending him an air of refined elegance.
The figure standing in the shadows remained utterly still.
The young man reached the shadowy figure, bent down, placed the briefcase at his feet, and then clasped his hands: "Ye Rumeng from Island Province pays his respects to the Young Hall Master."
Only then did the figure in black slowly turn around, looking at the man who called himself Ye Rumeng.
Ye Rumeng also saw the Young Hall Master's face—
It was a black, exceptionally bizarre fox mask.
It was evident that the Young Hall Master was wearing a mask.
The Young Hall Master's voice was flat, even a little sharp: "I don't care where you're from or what your name is. First, tell me, who gave you the method to contact me."
"My master obtained a unique method to contact the Young Hall Master from the Moses family."
Ye Rumeng replied with a smile: "Please rest assured, Young Hall Master. Whether you agree to cooperate with me or not, I will not reveal the method of contacting you to anyone."
A noncommittal glint flashed in the eyes beneath the fox mask in the darkness.
The Young Hall Master asked indifferently: "Then do you know my rules?"
Ye Rumeng wasted no words. He bent down, placed the briefcase on his arm, and opened it.
Inside was a box of neatly stacked banknotes.
US dollars!
This box of US dollars was a full million.
Anyone who contacted the Young Hall Master of the War Demon Hall had to present a million US dollars as a first meeting gift!
Upon seeing the money, the Young Hall Master's eyes clearly brightened.
After all,
For more than three years since she had set this rule, only the Rhode family had proactively contacted her, allowing her to savor the treatment of a "reclusive master."
Tonight, it happened again.
The Young Hall Master was very pleased.
She almost wanted to snatch the money and spread it out on the ground, take off her shoes, and dance gracefully on it in the wind.
However, her voice remained flat and stiff when she spoke: "I will accept the money. But whether I agree to help you with what you're asking is another matter. Also, if I agree to help you, the compensation will be calculated separately."
"I know."
Ye Rumeng closed the briefcase, bent down, and with both hands raised, presented the combination lock briefcase to the Young Hall Master: "Young Hall Master, please accept it."
The Young Hall Master graciously complied—
Her heart was surging with excitement, and even her back felt much straighter: "Tell me, what do you want me to help you with." httpδ:/m.kuAisugg.nět
Ye Rumeng said slowly: "Kill five people."
The Young Hall Master asked: "Who are they?"
Ye Rumeng said: "The first one is Li Qianfan, the Young Master of Longxu."
What?
The Young Hall Master froze but said nothing.
After accepting Ye Rumeng's gift, she could no longer ask why he wanted to kill Li Qianfan; that was also her rule.
She could only agree or disagree.
Ye Rumeng continued: "If the Young Hall Master eliminates Li Qianfan, the reward will be one hundred million US dollars. If you can capture him alive and deliver him to my designated location, you will receive three hundred million US dollars."
Three hundred million US dollars!
The Young Hall Master's heart pounded, but she asked: "Who are the other four people, and what are their respective prices?"
Su Nan Yin, the price is the same as Li Qianfan's.
Su Nan Yin's Maomaochong has a price of ten million US dollars for death and twenty million for capture.
Su Nan Yin's Du Junlin has a price of three million US dollars for death and fifty million for capture!
After hearing this, the Young Hall Master nodded: "I'll choose Shen Yun first, to test the waters."
"Good."
Ye Rumeng readily agreed: "May I ask how long the Young Hall Master will need?"
"By sunset tomorrow at the latest, I will deliver Shen Yun alive to your designated location."
The Young Hall Master finished speaking, grabbed the briefcase, turned, and quickly descended the overpass: "Give me your phone number. I will contact you before two o'clock this afternoon. Then you will transfer half of the advance payment to my designated account."
"Alright. Then I wish the Young Hall Master immediate success."
Ye Rumeng clasped his hands again, bowed respectfully, and watched the Young Hall Master's figure disappear into the darkness.
"Heh heh, the Moses family was right. The stingy ghosts of the War Demon Hall are indeed easy to deal with."
Ye Rumeng muttered to himself with a smile, then turned and also quickly descended the overpass.
The wind blew.
It rustled the white plastic bag on the tree, making it look like a severed head hanging there.