Warning! A hidden dragon has emerged!

Qin Ling raised her hand to call the waiter, opened the menu, and a sinister smile appeared on her lips.

"Ice Cream Chocolate, Grand Vera Staco, Louis XIII Pizza, Beef Caviar, Kobe Beef... and a bottle of Romanée-Conti."

She rattled off more than a dozen dishes, gracefully closed the menu, handed it back to the waiter, and turned to look at the Duke with a sincere expression.

"Sir, do you think I've ordered too much?"

"No, it's just a few hundred thousand US dollars, I can afford it."

The lord maintained a gentlemanly smile on his face, but inwardly he was cursing the heavens.

That bottle of Romanée-Conti alone is quite expensive, and the cheapest of the first five courses costs at least ten thousand US dollars.

The waiter next to her was stunned and secretly exclaimed: Being beautiful really does allow you to do whatever you want. This meal is equivalent to the income of two lifetimes of hard work!

"Serve the food."

Qin Ling spoke calmly, a sly glint in her eyes.

If we don't give him a good beating tonight, are we going to wait until he's dead to finish him off?

……

After a while.

We were full and satisfied.

The lord paid the bill with a dark face; the meal cost a whopping 1.5 million.

He stared at Qin Ling, his eyes filled with greed and a hint of resentment. He cursed inwardly: "You little bitch, consider this your service fee for tonight. I'll make you pay back double sooner or later."

Looking into the other person's sinister eyes, Qin Ling became increasingly anxious and unconsciously looked around.

Why hasn't Qin Quan arrived yet?

While the Duke was paying the bill, she quickly edited a message and sent it to Qin Quan.

"Where are you? We're getting ready to go to the hotel."

Almost instantly, Qin Quan's reply popped up.

"Don't worry, you're all within my sight."

Qin Quan was more concerned about Qin Ling's safety than anyone else.

He had already arrived at the Michelin restaurant and was sitting at the table next to Qin Ling. He had simply used a disguise technique to change his appearance, so Qin Ling and the Duke did not recognize him at all.

"Nightingale, we've eaten and drunk our fill, shouldn't we get down to business?"

Suppressing his displeasure, the lord extended his hand in a gentlemanly manner, his eyes revealing undisguised desire.

Qin Ling felt a wave of disgust, but she could only grit her teeth, take his arm, and get up to leave the restaurant.

Her gaze swept rapidly around her, and the worry in her heart grew stronger.

If Qin Quan doesn't come soon, she's afraid she'll be doomed tonight.

……

Hotel Presidential Suite

The lord, with his long hair flowing over his shoulders, played the violin with an elegant posture. As his fingers flew across the strings, the melody was tinged with resentment.

Qin Ling was restless and anxious, her eyes constantly glancing towards the door, her heart screaming in despair.

"You bastard Qin Quan, you're not lying to me, are you? If this drags on any longer, I'm really going to be finished!"

As the last note faded, the lord abruptly opened his eyes, flicked his long hair, deftly put away his violin, and his gaze instantly shifted from elegance to greed.

"Lark, how's Gloria?"

Qin Ling quickly composed herself, gave a thumbs-up, blinked her bright eyes, and spoke in a soft, sweet voice.

"As expected of Your Excellency, it's simply exquisite and perfectly crafted. I love listening to it so much! Could you sing another one?"

She deliberately delayed, hoping Qin Quan would appear soon.

"One song a day, that's my rule."

The smile on the lord's face vanished instantly, and his malicious gaze locked onto Qin Ling.

"You only have two choices: one, come with me to take a bath and serve me well; two, I'll immediately demote you and subject you to the torture of three cuts and six holes!"

"My lord, please stop!"

Qin Ling panicked instantly.

Despite her high score, she made three consecutive mistakes, meaning that even if she isn't demoted, she can't escape the punishment of three cuts and six holes.

Once tortured, the reputation of the top assassin will be completely ruined, and he will have no place to stand in the future.

Even more fatally, after being demoted, she would only become a pushover in the Wind and Rain Pavilion, subject to bullying by everyone.

"My master is a top-tier assassin, after all. What you're doing is incredibly disrespectful to her!"

Qin Ling, quick-witted, invoked her master's name to exert pressure.

"Hahaha!"

The lord chuckled, his lecherous gaze roaming over her.

"To be honest, I was given this mission by your master. Besides, she's in danger herself, and might even be demoted to a top-tier assassin."

"What happened to my master?"

Qin Ling's expression changed drastically, and her heart tightened.

"Just obey me, and I'll tell you."

Unable to bear it any longer, the Duke grabbed Qin Ling's fair wrist, lifted her up by the waist, and headed straight for the bathroom.

"Don't play dumb with me. I saw right through your little scheme!"

"Let me go! My lord, let's talk this out!"

Qin Ling struggled desperately, her voice filled with panic and despair.

"Shut up!"

Just then, a strange, mocking voice suddenly rang out.

"Oh, you're really playing fancy games. It seems the Wind and Rain Pavilion is nothing special after all."

Qin Ling's struggles stopped instantly. The Duke slammed her to the ground, his body tense, and he warily scanned his surroundings.

"Who's there? You charlatan, show yourself!"

The room was empty.

However, that terrifying aura was very close, as if whispering in one's ear.

The lord hurriedly grabbed his violin, his eyes fixed on every corner.

The door was tightly shut, and there was no sound at all.

"Is it haunted?"

He thought to himself.

Suddenly, a figure appeared like a ghost, its feet off the ground, floating in the air, surrounded by a terrifying killing intent.

It was Qin Quan!

"Are you...a human or a ghost?"

The room temperature plummeted, and the air was bitterly cold.

The lord was so frightened that he trembled all over, and his voice changed.

"They didn't even recognize me, yet they dared to plot to run me over with a dump truck?"

Qin Quan's tone was icy, and a murderous intent surged in his eyes.

"You are Qin Quan!"

The lord's pupils contracted sharply, his eyes widened like copper bells, and his scalp tingled.

"What are you doing here?"

He suddenly turned to look at Qin Ling and realized what was going on.

"Oh! No wonder you refused my invitation but then agreed to have dinner with me and even booked a hotel room. So you're all in cahoots!"

When Qin Ling saw Qin Quan appear, her heart finally settled, her confidence soared, and a mocking smile appeared on her lips.

"Rumors in the martial arts world say that Lord Duke's intelligence is like that of a demon, and seeing it today, it is indeed true... It's a pity that you are slow to react and find out too late."

"Hahaha! You think you can keep me here like this?"

The lord smiled sinisterly, his gaze fixed on Qin Ling with venom.

"If I were to spread the word that you've been colluding with a target and persecuting your fellow disciples, how many people do you think the Wind and Rain Pavilion would send to hunt you down?"

As he spoke, he quietly moved towards the door, attempting to escape.

Qin Quan, however, teleported to the doorway like a ghost, firmly blocking his path.

"You can't leave today, and this matter won't get out."

"Yeah?"

The lord smiled dismissively; he had been prepared all along!

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly plucked the violin strings, and six poisoned darts shot out like arrows, carrying a chilling killing intent, straight for Qin Quan's vitals!

"Be careful!"

Qin Ling's heart tightened, and she blurted out a reminder.

She knew the Duke's methods all too well. Everyone in the Wind and Rain Pavilion knew that bullets were fast from ten paces away, and within ten paces, no one could stop the Duke's hidden weapons. Every one of his personal items contained a deadly weapon!

"this one?"

Qin Quan scoffed, his face full of disdain.