From rejecting the beautiful female CEO to becoming extremely powerful

In the alley behind the Night Flight Bar, Bai Zhi stopped by the car door, holding a piece of paper with a phone number written on it.

"You've forgotten about tonight's bet, haven't you?"

She looked at the paper, her voice low, "I don't want to talk about it anymore."

Lu Yunzhou leaned against the car door, his gaze falling on her face: "I've forgotten about the bet. I won't ask about your past. If you encounter any trouble in the future, just come to me."

Bai Zhi glanced at him, then saved the number into her phone.

She had worked in bars for six years and had seen far too many people trying to get information out of her.

Lu Yunzhou didn't ask her where she came from or why she was working for the Red Scale Society.

This decisiveness, ironically, made her uncomfortable.

"You're quite the hassle-free person."

Bai Zhi put her phone away.

Lu Yunzhou closed the car door: "I only care about the present."

Bai Zhi stood under the streetlight and waited for the car's taillights to disappear before turning and walking into the alley.

Three days later, at 2 a.m.

In a residential area in the west of the city, Lu Yunzhou climbed over the wall and landed behind a detached small building.

Duan Wei's car had just driven into the garage.

Lu Yunzhou stood against the wall, waiting for the garage door to close before entering the house through the back door.

The living room lights were off, but a desk lamp was on in the study.

Duan Wei took off his coat and plugged a black USB drive into the computer.

The screen displays bank transfer records.

The recipient was listed as the Red Scale Society, and the amount was 200,000.

The name Duan Wei appeared in the remarks of the next transfer.

Duan Wei stared at the screen for a few seconds, then picked up the lighter from the table and lit the printed record.

The flames licked the corner of the paper, and the smell of smoke in the room grew stronger.

Lu Yunzhou walked out from behind the door.

Duan Wei's shoulders twitched, and he turned around to reach for his phone.

He had just turned on the screen when Lu Yunzhou was already behind him.

With one hand gripping his shoulder and the other pressing down on the back of his neck, they pushed him into the living room carpet.

Duan Wei's face hit the ground, and his phone slipped from his hand and flew away.

"Who are you?"

He struggled to lift his head, his voice strained, "Trespassing! I'm calling the police!"

Lu Yunzhou pressed down on his shoulder, took out his phone, and played a recording.

Snake Seven's voice came from the speaker.

"Duan Wei gave us a deposit of 200,000 yuan. Feng Shan told us to kidnap Mu Qingying and take the contract from Yuanchuan Construction. We also want to break Lu Yunzhou's right leg."

After the recording finished playing, only the sound of the computer fan remained in the living room.

Duan Wei's face was pressed against the ground, and he tried to push himself up several times but couldn't.

Lu Yunzhou placed several screenshots of bank transfers in front of him: "Are we still going to call the police?"

Duan Wei stared at the screenshots, his Adam's apple bobbing several times.

"I admit, it was Fengshan who contacted me."

Duan Wei gritted his teeth, "But I'm only responsible for contacting the Crimson Scale Society. I can't say what to do next."

Lu Yunzhou pressed his palm down slightly.

Duan Wei felt pain in his shoulder blade, and his right knee braced himself on the ground before he knelt down.

"You worked for him, but did he ever give you a way out?"

Lu Yunzhou leaned down and looked at him. "If you don't talk now, I'll make sure you don't leave this house tonight."

Duan Wei's forehead was pressed against the carpet, and his breathing became increasingly rapid.

He feared retaliation from Fengshan, and he also feared that Lu Yunzhou would take action on the spot.

He couldn't afford to offend either side, so he could only grit his teeth and continue to endure it.

Lu Yunzhou picked up the phone, scrolled through Duan Wei's contacts, and found Feng Shan's number.

Seeing this, Duan Wei braced himself on the ground and hurriedly scrambled to his feet, shouting, "You can't hit him! Feng Shan will kill me!"

Lu Yunzhou stepped on the back of his hand.

Duan Wei's voice caught in his throat, and he steadied himself on his knees again.

"Give him the call."

Lu Yunzhou handed the phone to him, "Ask him yourself what your next move is to deal with me."

Duan Wei stared at the screen, his lips trembling slightly.

The phone call was made.

The phone rang four times before Fengshan finally answered.

"Who?"

Duan Wei's breathing paused for a moment. Lu Yunzhou took the phone and said, "If you touch my people again, the next thing delivered to Old Madam Feng will be your corpse."

The call was abruptly disconnected.

Lu Yunzhou tossed his phone back to Duan Wei, put away the recording and screenshots, and turned to walk towards the door.

Duan Wei knelt on the ground, gasping for breath while clutching the back of his hand.

He watched as Lu Yunzhou opened the door, finally unable to hold back any longer, his voice pleading, "Mr. Lu, I was just doing someone a favor, please spare me!"

Lu Yunzhou stopped and turned to look at him: "You chose this path yourself."

The door closed, and the footsteps quickly disappeared.

Duan Wei knelt in the center of the living room, staring at the phone on the floor, hesitant to reach for it.

At 4:30 a.m., Lu Yunzhou arrived at the residential area where Luo Qingyi lived.

He stood outside the door and rang the doorbell twice.

The sound of slippers clicking on the floor came from inside the room. The door opened, and Luo Qingyi stood behind it, wearing loose, light-colored pajamas.

Her long hair was casually tied up, revealing a small patch of snow-white skin on her shoulder, and she was holding a medical record in her hand.

She glanced at Lu Yunzhou, first at his face, then at the bloodstains on his clothes.

Luo Qingyi closed the medical record: "Come in."

Lu Yunzhou changed his shoes and came in: "Still up so late?"

She placed the medical record on the coffee table, turned, and went into the kitchen: "You know it's late."

Lu Yunzhou stood in the entryway without offering any explanation.

Luo Qingyi quickly brought out a cup of hot water and placed it in his hands.

The warmth of the cup seeped into his palm. He lowered his head and took a sip, which eased the dryness in his throat.

"Hot water is in the bathroom."

She pointed inside, "Keep your clean clothes by the door, go wash them yourself."

Lu Yunzhou held the cup, his gaze fixed on her: "Aren't you going to ask me where I went?"

Luo Qingyi sat back on the sofa and reopened the medical record: "If you want to talk, you will."

She spoke calmly, but paused twice while turning the page.

When Lu Yunzhou saw this, the little bit of bravado he had been putting on relaxed.

"Duan Wei has been dealt with."

He put down his water glass. "Fengshan's assistant."

Luo Qingyi looked up: "So, the ones who kidnapped Mu Qingying?"

"He admitted it."

Are you hurt?

Lu Yunzhou raised his arm, showing her the bloodstains on his clothes: "It's someone else's."

Luo Qingyi looked at him for a few seconds, then got up, took out a medicine box from the cabinet, and walked up to him.

She reached out and touched the fabric of his shirt on his shoulder, her brows furrowing. "Take it off."

Lu Yunzhou stood still.

Luo Qingyi raised her eyes: "Do you still need my help?"

Lu Yunzhou's Adam's apple bobbed, and he immediately unbuttoned his coat.

Luo Qingyi took the coat, and her expression darkened when she smelled the blood on it.

She didn't ask any further questions, but simply placed the clothes by the door and the bath towel at the bathroom entrance.

Lu Yunzhou took a couple of steps, then turned back to look at her: "Can I stay here tonight?"

Luo Qingyi, head down, wrote in the medical record: "The sofa is yours."

"Your sofa is too narrow."

The pen tip rests on the paper.

Luo Qingyi raised her face, her ears turning red: "Then you can sleep on the floor."

Lu Yunzhou looked at her, and just as his lips twitched, the wound on his shoulder ached.

He stopped joking and turned to walk into the bathroom.

The sound of hot water filling the room could be heard.

Luo Qingyi sat on the sofa, the medical record spread out for a long time, the words on the paper remaining on the same line.

She picked up her phone, opened her contact list, found Lu Yunzhou's name, paused for a long time, and then turned off the screen.

The bathroom door was opened a crack.

Lu Yunzhou's voice came through: "Qingyi, where's the bath towel?"

Luo Qingyi picked up a bath towel, walked over, stood at the door, and handed it to him: "Give me your hand."

Lu Yunzhou grasped her wrist, his voice low: "You're really not angry with me?"

Luo Qingyi didn't break free, but only looked up at the crack in the door: "You should wash yourself clean first, then we can talk about other things."