F-class thief? Sorry, I can steal anything.

Mu Wanqing was stunned.

She had anticipated countless responses—cold threats, greedy demands—but she never expected it to be this one…

It's like evaluating the value of a product.

"What...do you mean?"

She asked cautiously, her fear not dissipating, but rather replaced by confusion.

"My meaning is very simple."

Chen Yifan's smile faded, and his expression turned serious.

"I need a partner. Someone in a high position, with immense power, who can help me handle many troubles I don't want to deal with personally... a partner."

His gaze fell on Mu Wanqing's face, and he spoke slowly and deliberately.

"And you, the first in line to inherit the Jiangcheng Black Gold Chamber of Commerce, are very suitable."

Mu Wanqing's brain was working at lightning speed.

She is not a pretty face with no brains; on the contrary, she received the highest level of elite education from a young age, and her sensitivity to interests and power struggles far exceeds that of ordinary people.

She instantly understood Chen Yifan's intention.

He didn't want to kill me; he wanted to "recruit" me.

He needs a "white glove".

A tool who can stand in the open, cover up his shocking secrets, and deal with the endless troubles caused by those secrets.

How arrogant!

How arrogant!

What makes him think he would agree to such humiliating conditions?

Based on his unpredictable strength?

A surge of anger welled up in her heart again, but this time, she suppressed it with her strong willpower.

Anger won't solve the problem; it will only cloud her judgment.

"Why should I help you?" Mu Wanqing's voice turned cold. "What benefit would I get from becoming your 'white glove,' taking all the risks for you?"

"Benefits?" Chen Yifan asked as if he had heard a joke. "Miss Mu, the fact that you are standing here and talking to me calmly is the greatest benefit."

He paused, his eyes becoming meaningful.

"Wei Ze is dead. Your biggest rival in the Black Gold Chamber of Commerce is now a corpse. From this day forward, no one can challenge your position as heir. Isn't that a benefit?"

Mu Wanqing's heart sank suddenly.

"I led you all to find the BOSS's weakness, allowing you, who were almost wiped out, to ultimately achieve the first kill of the King-level BOSS. Wouldn't you call that a reward?"

Mu Wanqing's lips were pressed into a straight line.

"And in the future,"

Chen Yifan's voice carried a fatal allure.

"As long as we cooperate, there will be many more 'victories' like today. Whether it's wealth, intelligence, or even more advanced dungeon strategies... I can give you far more than you can imagine."

He was like a seductive devil, offering her one poison pill after another, wrapped in honey.

Mu Wanqing fell silent.

She had to admit that she was attracted to him.

Chen Yifan is like a bottomless mystery—mysterious, greedy, and unbelievably powerful.

Those who oppose him may end up in a fate no better than Wei Ze.

But if we cooperate with him...

She will gain an invaluable ally.

A ghost ally who can help her clear all obstacles, secure her position as the family heir, and even lead the Black Gold Chamber of Commerce to a whole new level...

How can I trust you?

After a long silence, Mu Wanqing raised her head and asked the most crucial question.

There is absolutely no trust between us.

"That's right."

Chen Yifan nodded approvingly.

"Trust is the most unreliable thing in the world. Therefore, we need some more solid protection."

He stretched out his hand and opened his palm.

Mu Wanqing frowned as she looked at his empty palm.

"Where is the protection?"

"It's with you."

A slight smile curved Chen Yifan's lips.

"Your...contract scroll?"

Mu Wanqing's pupils suddenly contracted.

No!

I asked you to sign it before, but you wouldn't.

They held a dagger to her neck and then strangled her...

Why bring it up again now?

This guy!

Toxic!

Faced with Chen Yifan, who doesn't play by the rules.

For the first time, Mu Wanqing felt a profound sense of powerlessness.

She silently took out a black parchment scroll from her storage bracelet.

【Abyss Contract】.

As the scroll unfurled, a cold and chaotic aura spread out.

Written on it in twisted, abyssal script with unknown blood.

"Speak your terms."

Mu Wanqing's voice carried a hint of resigned weariness.

"It's very simple."

Chen Yifan began to dictate.

"First, from the date this contract takes effect, you, Mu Wanqing, and the Black Gold Chamber of Commerce forces that you can influence, shall never in any way harm me, Chen Yifan, my family, or my friends."

A strange look flashed in Mu Wanqing's eyes, but she still nodded.

"Second, you must unconditionally cooperate with me, handling and covering up any incidents I instigate that may expose my true strength. This includes, but is not limited to, providing false intelligence, creating public opinion, and acting as a qualified 'shield'."

Mu Wanqing's face darkened.

That's quite a blunt statement.

"Third, you need to become my 'exclusive channel' within the Black Gold Chamber of Commerce. Any intelligence, supplies, or equipment I need, you must provide to me with priority at the Black Gold Chamber of Commerce's internal cost price."

"Or, help me with something."

This is treating her like a personal ATM and a logistics manager.

Fourth, you must keep everything that happened here today, every single detail, to yourself.

"That Luo Tianyou..."

"You know what I mean!"

Mu Wanqing trembled with anger as she listened to these clauses, which could be described as "humiliating and detrimental to the nation."

This isn't a cooperation agreement; it's clearly a contract of servitude!

"Don't even think about it!"

She said through gritted teeth.

"Oh?" Chen Yifan raised an eyebrow. "So, there's no room for negotiation? Fine, I have no use for this [Heart of Corruption] anyway, might as well sell it on the black market?"

He toyed with the corrosive heart, looking completely indifferent.

Mu Wanqing's face turned deathly pale instantly.

That bastard, he actually used this to threaten me!

"certainly,"

Looking at his smug expression, Mu Wanqing suddenly calmed down. She straightened her back, met his gaze, and said, word by word,

"A contract is a two-way street. I can sign it, but you must also add a clause."

"explain."

"When I need it, you, Chen Yifan, must unconditionally provide me with three 'highest priority' assistances."

"I decide the content, but it won't go against your core interests."

A shrewd glint flashed in Mu Wanqing's eyes.

She removed the "Black Gold Chamber of Commerce" from her statement, emphasizing "for my personal sake."

This was her last struggle, and the biggest piece of the pie she fought for herself.

Chen Yifan pondered for a moment and nodded.

"Okay, deal."

Three acts of assistance in exchange for a top-notch front man and logistical channels—it's a worthwhile deal.

Of course, that's not all.

Then, under his pressure.

One unequal treaty after another came from his mouth.

Mu Wanqing looked at the other person's right hand, which was moving from time to time.

There he held a blood-stained dagger.

The answer is self-evident.

She had no choice but to agree.

The two quickly used their mental power to inscribe the terms on the contract. Then, each forced out a drop of blood, which fell onto the parchment.

hum-

The moment the blood bead merged, the entire contract burst into flames, transforming into two streams of blood-red light that disappeared into the brows of the two individuals.

A cold shackle from the abyss temporarily bound their fates together.

The contract is established.

Mu Wanqing let out a long sigh of relief.

It's finally over.

"Alright, now we're 'allies'."

Chen Yifan clapped his hands, and seeing the fleeting look of relief and smugness on Mu Wanqing's face, he understood.

Immediately, the expression on his face returned to that smug, easygoing look.

His gaze drifted towards Zhao Hu and the others who had fainted not far away.

"So, ally, what should we do with these people? The going rate is 100,000 per person, but I'll give you a 20% discount. I guarantee a clean sweep, with absolutely no future trouble."

He said it with a smile, as if he were promoting some kind of special offer.

Mu Wanqing's eye twitched violently.

"Are you crazy?" she snapped angrily. "Wei Ze is dead, the [Blazing Flame Execution Team] is leaderless, and they're my best bargaining chip to win people over! You want to kill them too?"

She now seriously doubts whether there is anything else in this man's mind besides money and murder.

Mu Wanqing suddenly became too lazy to pay attention to him anymore. She took out a bottle of high-grade healing spray from her bracelet and prepared to go forward and wake up Zhao Hu and the others.

From this day forward, these people belong to Mu Wanqing.

However, just as she took that first step...

"etc."

Chen Yifan's voice suddenly became serious.

Almost at the same time, a faint sound, like metal rubbing against rock, came from deep within the tunnel.

It wasn't just one person.

It is a team.

The footsteps were steady and powerful, indicating well-equipped individuals.

Someone else has arrived!