MHMWTTSBATUAS 439: I see that your forehead is dark, and tonight there will be a bloody disaster.
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Song Banxian lowered his head to tidy his collar and said indifferently, "Today, you were played by someone and didn't get what you wanted. You intended to withdraw from the martial world, but your heart is unwilling."
The middle-aged man's face was as if he had been struck by a thunderbolt, and the shock in his eyes couldn't be described in words.
It was because Song Banxian had hit the mark.
He had planned to retire and wash his hands of the matter, but he was made uncomfortable by a newcomer who stepped on him to take his place.
The middle-aged man gritted his teeth and said angrily, "Indeed, after all these years of mixing in this circle, I ended up being played by a junior in the end!"
Song Banxian looked up and stared at him, saying, "The waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead. Although the martial world is vast, it is not a long-term plan. Fortune hides behind misfortune, and misfortune relies on fortune. If you don't stop, what awaits you will be the backlash of your actions over the years."
The middle-aged man looked resentful, with a worried expression on his face. "Like what?"
Song Banxian replied, "Disaster will come knocking, and the most severe cases will end up dead on the street."
The middle-aged man cursed upon hearing this.
Qin Ruan had been looking down and playing with her phone, but she listened to the conversation between Song Banxian and the middle-aged man. She looked up at the people in front of the stall.
With a casual glance, she caught sight of the middle-aged man's countenance, and a glint of darkness flashed in her eyes.
Evil qi!
Although the evil qi around this person was faint, it was still useful to her.
Qin Ruan put away her phone, and her fingers subtly moved as her psychic power entwined around the middle-aged man.
The man didn't notice at all and continued talking to Song Banxian.
In just a few seconds, Qin Ruan absorbed all the evil qi from the middle-aged man.
She casually retracted her hand, lowered her gaze, and looked at the inside of her arm. The short thread of life had not changed at all.
Qin Ruan wasn't disappointed. Accumulating evil qi was a gradual process.
As long as she continued to absorb it constantly, her lifespan would eventually be infinitely extended.
The middle-aged man spoke to Song Banxian for a few more moments, took out a stack of money from his bag, and placed it on the table.
With a polite tone full of respect, he said, "Thank you, Master."
"No need for thanks!"
Song Banxian reached out and took the stack of money, casually placing it under a book nearby.
The middle-aged man got up and left, inadvertently glancing at Qin Ruan sitting at the nearby stall.
The young girl had a pure and innocent appearance, with a touch of charm that made people itch. Her eyes were clear and transparent, like a hook that scratched at one's heart.
Huang Mao followed the middle-aged man's line of sight and also noticed Qin Ruan.
That glance made his eyes shimmer with amazement and desire.
Such a beautiful girl was truly rare. Both in temperament and appearance, she surpassed the nightclub girls by a hundredfold.
Huang Mao lifted his head to look at the middle-aged man, seeing the astonishment on his face. He walked confidently towards Qin Ruan.
He provocatively said, "Little girl, are you also a fortune-teller?"
Qin Ruan's eyes flickered slightly, and her cold gaze swept towards him. "Do you want your fortune told?"
From such a close distance, Huang Mao could only feel that Qin Ruan was incredibly unforgettable.
He racked his brain but couldn't come up with any elegant and gorgeous words to describe her. In any case, she was so beautiful that it made him both restless and self-conscious, too afraid to get closer.
In the instant their gazes met, the cold and disdainful look in Qin Ruan's eyes made Huang Mao's heart tremble.
He became so flustered that he lost the proud and lofty air he had earlier. He stood there in front of the stall, feeling somewhat at a loss.
A middle-aged man approached, his gaze scanning Qin Ruan. "Young lady, are you still in school?"
"School's out," Qin Ruan replied in a indifferent tone, displaying a very distant attitude.
The middle-aged man spoke somewhat politely, "Setting up a stall on this pedestrian bridge is just to make a living. It's getting cold now, and it's late in the evening to be out here in the wind. You, with your delicate skin and tender flesh, why suffer this hardship? Why don't you consider coming with me? I guarantee you'll have food and clothing, and I'll even support your education, allowing you to live a worry-free life."
Qin Ruan's eyes widened in astonishment, her expression vacant. Is she being... propositioned?
Song Banxian's heart uncontrollably raced and his face darkened upon hearing the middle-aged man's words. Well, this little miss isn't someone they can provoke.
He quickly stood up and walked to Qin Ruan's side, his expression serious as he faced the middle-aged man. "Friend Qin is a member of the cultivation world. She's here to experience life. Sir, you'd better not seek trouble for yourself!"
Huang Mao looked disdainful and sneered, "This little brat, a member of the cultivation world? Who are you trying to scare?"
In his eyes, nine out of ten fortune tellers and diviners were just fakes, with only one being somewhat knowledgeable.
Where would so many members of the cultivation world come from? The true masters wouldn't bother setting up stalls; they would wait for people in need to come to them for help.
Although Huang Mao didn't have much knowledge, he understood such simple logic.
It had to be said that Huang Mao still had a bit of wit.
However, how would he know Qin Ruan's true identity and that she wasn't here to tell fortunes, but rather to gather ominous energy?
Qin Ruan coldly smiled at Huang Mao, her gloomy eyes fixed on him. "You're right, I can't be considered a member of the cultivation world. I just have a superficial understanding."
Huang Mao smirked in arrogance. "Boss, take a look. These people just like to exaggerate certain things. I think that old man earlier was also trying to fool you."
The middle-aged man glared at him. "Shut up!"
Huang Mao showed a look of surprise, then quickly slapped himself and forced a smile. "Look at my big mouth!"
The middle-aged man took out a business card from his pocket and placed it on Qin Ruan's table. "You can consider my earlier proposal. I don't have many hobbies. As long as you come with me, I'll definitely treat you well."
Qin Ruan stared at the business card on the table and reached out to pick it up.
Her slender and fair fingers held the business card, and the engraved words on it were clearly visible.
The two characters "Huang Biao" were particularly conspicuous, indicating that he was the chairman of a certain company.
Qin Ruan smiled and raised her
gaze to the Huang Biao in front of her. "Mr. Huang, I can see that your forehead is darkened, indicating that there may be a bloody disaster tonight. It's better to be more cautious."
In front of the man, she casually threw the business card onto the ground.
Her movements were light and carefree, exuding an air of indifference.
Huang Mao became furious. "Are you seeking death?!"
Huang Biao tightly furrowed his brows, his face twitching with anger, as he stared at Qin Ruan with an unfriendly gaze.
He narrowed his eyes slightly and spoke in a dark tone, "You little girl, always running your mouth. Aren't you afraid of trouble?"
Qin Ruan rested her arm on the table, propping her head up with one hand, her tone lazy. "My life is too boring, so it's good to pass the time with some things."
Huang Biao exuded an air of hostility, a result of his long association with the underworld.
Just as he was about to get angry, Song Banxian suddenly coughed forcefully, "Ahem, ahem..."
While coughing, he signaled to Huang Biao with his eyes, urging him to leave quickly.
Huang Biao couldn't lose face in front of his subordinates. The anger brewing in his nostrils made him appear increasingly irritable.
Song Banxian let out a low sigh and personally approached, pulling the person away from the stall.
As they walked, Song Banxian earnestly advised Huang Biao, "Boss Huang, why do you have to clash with Miss Qin? Despite her young age, she has a certain level of fame in the capital city. If you don't show some respect when talking to her, it's no wonder you ended up in an argument."
"You should know that people from the cultivation world hold grudges the most. They are different from someone like me, a mere amateur. They have formidable strength..."
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