Black sail

Chapter 696 LXXVI. The World's Number One Diva
Micah dared not breathe, finding himself in an incredible, cold wonderland.

The beautiful curtains glowed with an eerie crimson, and the posters of actresses caught the eye. The lines, flowing from ankle to the vibrant purple lace pillars, seemed to hold back the flow of time, transforming the previously unbelievable spiritual allegories into a tangible, soft order.

To avoid arousing suspicion, Qili put on a cold and indifferent expression, as if nothing had happened.

The pillars leading to the forbidden land are incredibly vibrant, and the flawless, soft skin bathed in moonlight carries the coolness of the summer breeze, irrigating the heart with a captivating intoxication.

At this moment, Micah's mind went blank. Following that soft feeling, he fell into some kind of wonderful state. All his rationality was crushed. His deliberately slowed breathing made him unable to help but twitch his nose. He didn't know if it was the scent of perfume or another kind of orchid. The magical fragrance filled his lungs, and his soul trembled.

"The final payment will be settled on the last working day of next week. The organizers of this martial arts tournament are composed of civil officials from Wang Tingli. The members are different every year, and everyone wants to participate in the lucrative positions. That's why tomorrow's banquet is canceled. They are busy with this and asked me to convey their apologies to you."

The assistant was a little disappointed and slammed the newspaper on the dressing table. To compensate for the cancellation of the banquet, she also gave some gifts.

The small gift is also quite valuable, considered a limited edition item from the Continental Martial Arts Tournament. It's an exquisite brooch made of gemstones and precious metals, engraved with the sixteen-character inscription in the Western Roman language, and has considerable collectible value.

It doesn't matter to Qili and other important people, but for a nobody like him who serves tea and water, a sumptuous meal, getting to know some powerful people, and waiting for those rich young ladies to get drunk at the ball—maybe there will be some wonderful stories. That's all he has to hope for in life.

"I see."

Qili was somewhat uneasy. Because of the already hot weather, she could feel that Micah's breath was like a layer of hot, humid mist condensing on her thighs.

In order to get rid of his assistant quickly, he pretended to glance at the newspaper.

Even though the outlaw in the skirt had told her the truth, she believed it.

But seeing the protagonist of this historic news not only in her own skirt but also featured on the front page of the newspaper, I felt a strange unease.

At the entire continental martial arts tournament, apart from Micah himself and the so-called Ghost Eye Mad Blade, only he knew what astonishing thing was about to happen.

"Has that adjutant already left?"

Seeing that Qili had changed out of her costume and back into her everyday clothes, the assistant couldn't help but ponder.

"He'll be back later, you should go back first. Just have your attendant wait outside the arena. I'll leave after the martial arts competition is over."

Qili couldn't move an inch right now; she just wanted to get him out of there as soon as possible.

Taking advantage of Qili's inability to speak, Micah has already started to physically assault her.
But fearing exposure, he didn't make any big moves, only gently turning his head to leave a kiss mark on the pillar of the temple that supports beauty.

Qili could only pretend to be calm and ignore it.

Micah realized.

Only where the purple lace envelops is the true end, the edge of the world, the cruel wonderland, Valhalla, the place where one's soul returns...

I absolutely cannot die at the Continental Martial Arts Tournament.

After opening the coffin, one must do everything possible to escape alive.

This is not the end, but just the beginning.

The assistant was extremely surprised, his eyes wide with disbelief. This was not Qi Li's usual style. No matter what kind of real estate tycoon, business magnate, or even those dashing royal knights, Qi Li would turn them all down. Even if there were banquets that were unavoidable, she would only deal with them politely. This was the first time he had seen such a situation.

No wonder he's a charlatan from the church; did he drug Qili or brainwash her with some kind of spell?

"What's that expression on your face?"

Qili's eyes were half-closed.

"It's nothing, I was just concerned about your safety. That adjutant didn't do anything, did he?"

The assistant asked with concern.

The Evgeny Foundation is law-abiding, of course, but that's in the formal settings of the First World; this is the ultimate mafia.

If Qili gets brainwashed by the charlatan and runs away, she'll lose her head too, and her feet will be sealed in a cement bucket before being thrown into the narrow sea.

It seemed to have stimulated a taut nerve in Micah, as he became bolder, running his fingers across her calf and kissing her more deeply.

Qili's thoughts were somewhat hazy, but she remained expressionless.

"What could it be?" "I'm just mentioning that there's another announcement about the trade wind anchorage on the 20th."

"I understand, you can leave now."

Qili understood that this assistant was not just someone who served tea and water; she was also sent by the company's higher-ups to monitor her.

The assistant knew this was the Pope's "personal decree," the most powerful person in the Western Continent. This adjutant was essentially acting on imperial orders for a secret rendezvous. The assistant was also a little jealous, but unfortunately, the company's top management's assets were not something a small fry like himself could touch.

"Then I'll go back first. My escort team will be waiting for you outside the arena."

The assistant said no more, left the dressing room, and closed the door behind him.

The moment the door lock latch engages.

Micah's aggressive actions came to an abrupt halt because Qili gave no response, simply sitting there without uttering a word.

The strange silence lasted for a good ten seconds.

"How long do you intend to stay?"

Qili held her forehead.

Micah then emerged from the incredible magical curtain, his thumb lingering on his lips with a hint of lingering satisfaction.

The most significant moment for Li Si Te's emergence from the underworld was last year's train robbery. Ordinary people weren't interested in the change of ownership of Heaven's Port on the edge of the world; only those in the underworld paid attention.

"So, you also hijacked a car near the end of last year."

Qili stared at the photos in the newspaper, while Micah paid no attention to the corpse on the ground, lost in thought as if he were contemplating something good, a strange smile playing on his lips, a mixture of amusement and disgust...

From his so-called "quickly checking at the last minute," Qili had a rough idea of ​​what he was thinking at that time—how wicked...

In any case, he had already fulfilled his fantasy.

Micah was still in a daze, staring blankly at Qili.

“I am good friends with a girl from the Astaria family. I was invited and was on the bus during the first trial run.”

Qili said this.

"Alani?"

"Of course not, but we are quite close. She is her aunt. After Queen Aran took her husband's surname, she was considered the eldest daughter in the family."

"Oh."

"If you had been braver, you would have met me last year."

"Isn't that just courting death?"

"You're making it sound like you're courting death. Since you've said that's how it is, then I'm leaving."

Qili straightened her dress, tidied her hair in front of the makeup mirror, and then got up and picked up her handbag.

The arena was filled with deafening noise. The Divine Sword Dragon and the strongest dark horse, Ge Delei, had recovered and were entering the arena. The final battle for the pinnacle of the 16th Continental Martial Arts Tournament was about to begin.

Qili's high heels clicked loudly as she glanced at Micah before turning and walking toward the door without looking back.

McCarthy paused for a moment, then immediately pressed down on Qili's shoulder.

"I have something very important to tell you, it's very important!"

"Yes, you don't need to emphasize it twice."

"I'm going to tell you."

"Yes, the final has already begun."

(End of this chapter)