I've long been fed up with that arrogant and clueless look of his. He doesn't have much talent and his morals are terrible. Just because he was born into a good family, no matter what he does, there are always a bunch of spineless people rushing to lick his boots.
But what can I do if I am unhappy? I can't teach him a lesson, otherwise if his father investigates, my whole family will be in trouble.
Now that he saw this guy finally get defeated, how could Poluto not be happy! ?
"Awesome! A role model for our generation!"
"People like this won't learn their lesson unless they learn a lesson."
"Good job!"
His teammates who were sitting at the same table were also infected by Pollut and stood up to support Qi Ji.
Almost everyone else was watching or scolding Qi Ji for being ungrateful. Only a few of them, the wild adventurers whose positions were incompatible with those of the nobles, dared to openly stand with her.
"You, you... damn it!" Lanchester finally recovered. For some reason, the fear on his face quickly faded, and his eyes radiated a fearless look:
"You think you can defeat my pride like this?! You think you can make me feel inferior to you like this!? You shameless bitch, you dirty...! Dream on! I, Lanchester, will never bow down to anyone!"
He understood it completely!
Qi Ji deliberately distanced herself from me last night, and today she deliberately came to my house and left her seat for the housekeeper. It was obvious that she was hinting at him to go find her and was trying to seduce me!
And he actually fell into the trap, made full preparations, and ran over happily to express his love.
Then, this guy slandered him in public, with the purpose of trying to crush his self-esteem, make him feel that she was superior, and make him feel inferior to her.
If I hadn't seen her true face at this moment, and had chosen to forgive, to give in...
Then she will definitely go even further and use all kinds of means to control his thoughts more and more rampantly, oppressing his bottom line step by step, trying to turn this man with unlimited glory and a promising future into a useless person who obeys her every word!
So that's how it is. It turns out this guy has such a vicious and dark heart. I was almost deceived by his pure and otherworldly appearance!
Fortunately, I was quick-witted and recognized the reality in time. Otherwise, if I were to get caught up in it, I would be doomed to failure and the consequences would be disastrous!
"Is this guy's brain damaged?"
Qi Ji felt confused and didn't say a word. It was not because she had nothing to say, but because she didn't understand why this guy was angry.
If he felt humiliated by being beaten in public, his anger was understandable.
But this righteous and awe-inspiring attitude, as if of a strong-willed hero being forced to the execution ground by the reactionaries, what does this mean?
She just felt confused.
"Hoo!—Hoo!—Hoo..."
After Lanchester finished cursing, he felt that the anger that had been pent up in his chest for a long time was finally released, and he felt refreshed, as if the goddess' blessing had cleared away all the unhappiness in his heart.
Cool! It's so fucking cool!
Is it so great that you are good-looking? Do you really think you can manipulate me with your vicious and despicable means?
Don't even think about it! I am smart and clever, how could I be fooled by such a trick? !
I don't want to be a bootlicker!
He stood up straight with high spirits, head held high and chest puffed out, as proud as a crowing rooster!
"...Uh." Although Qi Ji didn't understand what he was saying specifically, he realized that he seemed to have misunderstood and thought that he was PUAing him.
However, facing this blatant slander, Qi Ji was not very angry.
Because when a person's brain is damaged to a certain degree, no matter how vicious his words are, they will not be able to arouse the anger of others.
Anyway, Qi Ji didn't care much about it. Instead, he felt relieved: this guy finally faced the reality, gave up his fantasies, and wanted to break up with him, so that he didn't have to worry about his body all day long.
It can be considered a good thing.
"As long as you're happy." Qi Ji shrugged, turned around and said to Lun Xi: "Let's go upstairs, we won't waste any more time."
"Uh... okay." Lunxi glanced at the excited Lanchester, his mouth opened and closed as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't speak.
She originally wanted to say something nice about Qi Ji, or to defend Qi Ji, so that Lanchester would not hold too much resentment towards Qi Ji.
But after thinking it over, she quickly realized that this was unnecessary.
First of all, Qi Ji didn't need anyone to plead for her. When she made the decision, she was already aware of the consequences.
Assuming that Lancy came forward and tried to plead for her, no matter what the result was, it would essentially be equivalent to transferring some of Lanchester's anger and hatred onto himself.
But for Qi Ji, forcing others to take risks for her might be a kind of blasphemy.
Secondly, Lunxi also knew Lanchester's character. His verbal persuasion alone would not be of much use. It might even backfire and duplicate one anger into two angers.
If he goes home and complains to Baron Lionsmith, his father will inevitably be under some extra pressure.
She had a bad relationship with old Edward, and she could not understand or agree with his ideas and actions at all, but he was still her father after all, and she had raised her for more than ten years.
What's more, a few years ago, he was still a kind and gentle father, a benevolent and peaceful head of the family. She couldn't deny the kindness he had shown her in the past just because his temperament had changed drastically in more than a year.
As a daughter, she was subconsciously still considering old Edward's feelings.
So she didn't say anything, but just followed Qi Ji silently towards the stairs.
"……Well."
Seeing that Qi Ji was not angry at all, and seemed not to take his righteous counterattack seriously at all, Lanchester couldn't help feeling aggrieved and ignored.
Obviously, his tone was so passionate and his expression was so heroic, as if he was an emperor angrily denouncing corrupt officials in the court...
But it only got such a calm and nonchalant performance in return, which really gave me a hollow feeling like hitting cotton with all my strength.
"Tsk, what are you so proud of? You are just playing with people's feelings..."
He pretended to be indifferent, patted his messy clothes, snorted coldly, and walked out the door: "Let's go!"
"Yes...Yes! Master!"
The servant looked at the madman who attacked his master disappearing at the top of the stairs as if nothing had happened. He was a little at a loss as to whether he should fulfill his duty as a servant and chase after him, or pretend that he didn't see it and avoid this bad luck.
After all, not everyone can afford to offend such a strong person.
After being called by Lanchester, he turned his eyes away from the stairs with a sense of relief and hurriedly chased after him.
"Can't I live without you? You are just a woman, I can have as many as I want!"
Lanchester stepped into the carriage angrily, gave an order to the frightened coachman, and the luxurious four-wheeled carriage drove away and headed straight for Custom Street.
Chapter 75 will be at your door soon!
The night is getting darker.
The dimness of dusk faded away, and the bright starry sky gradually emerged under the deep velvety night.
The azure moon rose from below the eastern horizon, hanging high in the clear, cloudless sky dotted with stars.
It was still a full moon without a trace of waning, and as round as a narrowed pupil.
It was as if there was some lofty and ethereal being sitting in a palace infinitely far away, overlooking the earth.
The Templar Empire, Stio, South District.
The South District at night is far less prosperous than the North District, nor as peaceful as the East District.
After nightfall, the already deserted streets were completely deserted. Everything was silent, even the chirping of insects was reduced to a low pitch.
There are no street lights. The only light that can illuminate the street, apart from the light from the stars and the moon in the sky, is the few rays of light that leak out from the windows of the houses on both sides.
Not only did it fail to dispel the bleakness and sadness, but it gave the entire city a ghostly and strange feeling.
However, it is not all stagnant.
In the corners that light cannot reach, there is still a mysterious undercurrent surging...
In the narrow and smelly streets, a tall and thin man walked quickly along the edge with his hands in his pockets.
There was a hint of anxiety and urgency on his harsh and cold face.
Ince.
He walked south along this dirty path filled with sewage, and soon came to the end of the road, a T-intersection.
Then he quickly walked to the wall, leaned against it and looked around, as if looking for someone.
There was no one on the street except him.
This is natural. In the South District, there are few pedestrians on the streets even during the day. No matter day or night, people are either resting or waiting to die in wooden boxes that can barely be called homes, or sleeping among the machines in the workshops.
Who has the right to waste time wandering the streets?
some……
Ins suddenly noticed out of the corner of his eye that a figure had appeared a few steps away from him.
He heard no footsteps or movement, and the man emerged from the darkness like a ghost, without any warning at all.
At this moment, he felt as if he was being stared at by a wolf. He was instinctively afraid, his hair stood on end, and he clenched his fists in his pockets.
"…Is it Lord Andre's messenger?"
But he didn't dare to move, he didn't even dare to turn his eyes to look at the other person. He just maintained his previous posture of looking at the scenery, moving his lips in a voice close to talking to himself.
The man in darkness did not speak, but his head moved up and down slightly, and one could vaguely see that he was nodding.
Seeing this, Ins silently took one hand out of his pocket, and a grayish-white shadow slipped out of it and fell lightly.
But he seemed not to notice, and turned and walked away, leaving in the exact opposite direction of the person who came.
The dark figure did not move, like a sculpture.
Not until Ins's figure completely disappeared in the dark and hazy streets did he look around to make sure that no one was watching. Then he bent down, picked up the object that had fallen on the ground, and quickly put it into his pocket.
Then, it slowly walked away in another direction, turning randomly and seemingly without any regular pattern, and it was impossible to figure out its trajectory, just like a passerby taking a stroll aimlessly.
As he was crossing an alley, suddenly a man came towards him.
The two people's eyes did not meet, they just passed each other, as if they were just two strangers who happened to meet each other by chance.
However, at the moment when their shoulders were level, a barely perceptible white shadow leaped from one person's hand to the other's.
Such secret exchanges occurred several times over the next hour.
The grayish-white, thin object moved from one person to another, and if the path it took was marked out, it would form a tangled mess covering half of the southern district.
Finally, it came into the hands of a well-dressed gentleman.
As he was walking in the East District, a man suddenly bumped into his shoulder. The man hurriedly apologized and left.
During this seemingly ordinary interaction, something was stuffed into the side pocket of his jacket.
The gentleman strolled leisurely on the deserted streets of the East District, and finally came to a three-story detached villa.
"Sir, there is a letter for you."
He knocked on the door rhythmically, then casually extended his hand to the small window at the bottom of the door, and something was faintly sent in.
After doing this, he turned and walked away.
Behind the simple wooden door is a scene that is completely different from the cold outside world.
"Come on! Keep dancing!"
Under the charming lights, a large middle-aged man was leaning back on the sofa, the flesh on his cheeks drooping like soft bread, and the fat on his body was piled up like circles of tires, greasy.
The whole person looks like a lump of meat lying on the sofa, giving people the illusion that he will melt and become a mess in the next second.
In front of him, there was a wooden platform on which several scantily clad, hot blonde girls were dancing. From time to time, they flirted with the men below the stage and made all kinds of obscene and seductive movements.
The men watched their performance happily, occasionally shouting a few times, and they were having a lot of fun.
One of the girls suddenly lifted her hands behind her back, and the last piece of cloth covering her body fell down, revealing her sexy and slender body without any cover.
"My dears, why are you so anxious? We will have plenty of time to play later..."
Seeing this, the man smiled and joked. He was only wrapped in a bathrobe, with nothing underneath, obviously to facilitate some subsequent activities.
"Honey, I can't wait any longer~~" Several girls moaned in unison, their seductive and sweet voices hooking people's hearts, "It's so itchy... Honey, please scratch it for me~~"
"You guys are really slutty to the core." The man said the humiliating words without any scruples, but the girl on the stage didn't mind at all. Instead, she seduced her with even bolder actions.
"…Sir, you have a letter."
A young man appeared at the door, holding a folded piece of letter paper in his hand. He stood straight without looking away. It seemed that he had long been accustomed to such an erotic scene before him.
"Give it here." The man waved his hand with little interest.
