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"Oh yeah! We're home!"
Stepping off the plane were Fang Lin Kong, Wen Yi, Ma Jingjie, Chen Mingbin, Ye Lisha, and Lin Yu. Each of them was filled with excitement. Although they had just arrived at Yanjing Airport, not their hometown, for these young adventurers, it felt like coming home.
The Hundred Years' War of the Blood Clan had indeed become intense and thrilling in its later stages. The Demon Faction's secretly trained personnel not only seized a large number of low-level titles but also saw two individuals promoted to Grand Duke. This was enough to shift the balance of power within the Elder Council, but after Fang Lin Kong's appearance, it became insignificant. Although several vampires cast fierce glances at Fang Lin Kong from behind, they dared not show anything but friendly smiles in front of this honorary Grand Duke. Even Arlen Xuding Si treated Fang Lin Kong with courtesy; who would dare act more arrogant than Kyo Kusanagi?
At this moment, Wen Yi brushed aside any unpleasantness from the trip; in terms of momentum, he was far more imposing than Fang Lin Kong. Leading the way out of the airport with the confidence of Old Horse, he had already reserved hotel rooms. Lin Yu and Ye Lisha had a connecting flight that day, while the rest planned to stay an extra day.
With several hours until Lin Yu and Ye Lisha's flight, they followed Fang Lin Kong to the hotel to rest.
Having learned his lesson from the last time, Wen Yi refrained from flaunting himself at Zao Ge Sect's Chain Hotel. Although he had grown stronger and gained a few allies, he believed in the principle that it's better to avoid trouble when possible; making things easier for others also made things easier for himself.
On the surface, Lin Yu appeared carefree and cheerful. However, her closest friend Ye Lisha noticed a change in her expression. Yet Ye Lisha did not want to confront her best friend about it directly because Fang Lin Kong had changed even more than Lin Yu. Ye Lisha could hardly believe how much deeper and more enigmatic Fang Lin Kong's aura had become in such a short time. Often, she would mistakenly think that Fang Lin Kong was someone entirely different—perhaps a deity who understood the laws of the world or an emperor who controlled countless lives and deaths. While this transformation was a good sign for Fang Lin Kong's progress, it was not favorable for Lin Yu. Ye Lisha felt acutely that the distance between them was growing.
A few short hours passed quickly. Wen Yi, Chen Mingbin, and Ma Jingjie dropped off their luggage and followed Fang Lin Kong to see off the two ladies. The atmosphere this time was much more harmonious than during their previous flight together. As they entered the waiting room, Ye Lisha noticed Lin Yu's hesitant gaze and sighed inwardly as she pulled her friend away before she could say anything. Ye Lisha couldn't guarantee what would happen if Lin Yu were with Fang Lin Kong; as her best friend, she only wished to delay any potential outcomes.
The four boys waved goodbye without any reluctance and decided to enjoy a night out in the ancient capital at Wen Yi's suggestion. There was no point in going back to sleep; they might as well take advantage of the night to have some fun.
Fang Lin Kong pulled out his Pocket Grimoire and summoned a Mechanical Demon Soldier named Tire. This Mechanical Demon Soldier's untransformed form resembled a sports car with a light blue body and streamlined design that stood out even on the streets of Beijing. Although none of them had driver's licenses, it was clear that these reckless youths had little regard for earthly laws.
Fang Lin Kong took the driver's seat and steered through the bustling traffic aimlessly while Wen Yi searched for entertainment information about Beijing on his laptop with one hand while pointing directions for Fang Lin Kong with the other.
"I've heard that Tian Shang Ren Jian is China's top gold mine for nightlife, often frequented by beautiful women from various universities, top models from around the country, and lesser-known actors! According to this signpost, if we turn left here and drive for about ten minutes, we should be there."
Wen Yi grew increasingly excited as he spoke, while Fang Lin Kong scoffed, "Haven't you learned your lesson from last time? I'm not going to some chaotic place like that."
Ma Jingjie wrapped an arm around Wen Yi's neck and said, "Wen Yi, it's better for you to keep your head down! That kind of place isn't suitable for us students." He raised the map in his hand and called out to Fang Lin Kong: "This is Beijing's bar district; I've heard there are professionals looking for one-night stands..."
Chen Mingbin finally couldn't hold back any longer and shouted angrily, "Can't you guys think of something normal? Nighttime strolls through this classical city—the great capital! Why don't we sneak into the Palace Museum and see what we can steal?"
As they continued their nonsensical banter, things got increasingly absurd. Fang Lin Kong abruptly turned the car sharply and parked in front of an impressive-looking hotel.
"Stop coming up with ridiculous ideas; let's grab some late-night snacks here first. Then we can discuss our plans for tonight in detail. I'll cover all expenses tonight."
Wen Yi shouted in agreement, and Ma Jingjie along with Chen Mingbin followed Fang Lin Kong into the hotel.
Having spent quite some time at Oshil Prince's Mansion, Fang Lin Kong's discerning eye had been sharpened. Although the hotel was lavishly decorated, to him, it felt rather shabby. Despite its golden splendor, there wasn't a single piece of decor that held any weight. The distinction between mass-produced items bought with money and unique treasures was stark.
The four of them were no country bumpkins; they confidently headed straight for the elevator, eager to indulge in a hearty meal at the hotel's restaurant. However, a loud and rude shout halted their steps.
"Whose old junk car is parked outside? Get it moved right now! You're taking up our Boss's parking space!"
Wen Yi, already frustrated at being interrupted from his pursuit of fun, retorted angrily, "I've never heard of private parking spaces in a public hotel. Why should I move my car for you?"
The Black-Clad Man who had just entered the hotel was infuriated by Wen Yi's defiance. With a cold tone, he replied, "You're lucky I'm in a good mood and bothered to ask. Otherwise, if no one spoke up, I'd have someone tow your car away immediately. Good luck trying to get it back if you can find it!"
Just as Wen Yi was about to respond, Fang Lin Kong pulled him back and calmly produced the remote control Flora Dam had given him. He pointed it lightly toward the outside of the hotel and said emotionlessly, "I've already moved the car."
The Black-Clad Man had no idea what Fang Lin Kong was doing but didn't bother to investigate further. To be fair, he was being somewhat considerate; he had seen Fang Lin Kong and his group enter the hotel moments ago. Otherwise, following his Boss's usual methods, he would have already had the car blocking the parking spot towed away to an unknown location.
As Fang Lin Kong turned around to wait for the elevator, a young man dressed in a well-known Gieves & Hawkes suit casually walked in, followed by his subordinates who clearly were not to be trifled with. Although Fang Lin Kong had frequented some upscale venues, he had little knowledge of luxury brands.
Gieves & Hawkes, established in 1785 and authorized by the British Royal Family, had provided countless noble gentlemen with timelessly elegant suits for over two centuries. Male members of the British Royal Family typically owned dozens or more outfits from this brand. Their clothing even received royal warrants and was appointed as official royal attire; nowadays, most customers came from finance and business sectors.
Just this one outfit indicated that the newcomer held an extraordinary status.
The young man's expression was one of surprise as he recalled seeing that rather old car outside suddenly start up on its own and vacate the parking space. Such a thing was simply unbelievable. When he spotted Fang Lin Kong and his companions, he smiled slightly and nodded before turning to the Black-Clad Man to whisper a few questions.
Fang Lin Kong and his three companions had sharp ears; despite the young man speaking softly with his subordinate, they clearly heard him inquire about his vehicle. When he learned that Fang Lin Kong had pulled out something resembling a remote control to command the car, he visibly relaxed—clearly relieved that he wasn't dealing with a ghost car.
"However," the young man mused curiously, "has computer technology advanced to such a degree? Can it really achieve autonomous driving?"
He immediately signaled his subordinate to stop Fang Lin Kong and his group.
The earlier Black-Clad Man now seemed quite perceptive; Wen Yi's earlier bravado had made him somewhat timid. Fang Lin Kong's actions were unexpected as well. Such a person would likely be difficult to deal with. If one lacked discernment while working for someone else, they would only end up as fodder for their Boss—never able to gain favor. Thus, he approached Fang Lin Kong with a respectful demeanor and said, "Our Boss is very interested in your vehicle; may I ask if you have some time?"
Wen Yi could also tell that this young man wielded considerable power and wealth behind him. However, under his Spiritual Awareness, these individuals devoid of any spiritual energy held no status whatsoever in his eyes. Unless they were formidable figures from the Dark World, Wen Yi had absolutely no interest in engaging with them.
At that moment, the elevator doors opened, and Wen Yi stepped in first, completely ignoring the person who had just asked a question.
Chen Mingbin and Ma Jingjie also wore expressions as if nothing existed before them, casually walking into the elevator. Only Fang Lin Kong was slightly more polite; he merely raised the corners of his mouth in a faint smile and said, "I never accept invitations from someone else's subordinates. If the master can't even be bothered to speak, it would be quite beneath my dignity."
In the astonished gaze of the Black-Clad Man, Fang Lin Kong stepped into the elevator, pressed the button for the upper floor, and waved goodbye with a smile.
Inside the elevator, Wen Yi chuckled and said to Fang Lin Kong, "You really have a lot of leisure time to bother with people like that. But your last comment was rather harsh!"
Fang Lin Kong lazily stretched his body and replied nonchalantly, "If I’m not mistaken, those people are probably here to dine as well. We’ll definitely run into each other at the restaurant later. Try not to cause any trouble; too many issues are never good."
"Please! Do you think you have fewer troubles of your own?"
Ma Jingjie scoffed at Fang Lin Kong's words. He asked, "Fang Lin Kong, haven’t you settled your grievances with the Tartarus clan yet? It seems like the International Demon Alliance hasn’t resolved anything either. You’ve already got too many troubles; it’s like being in infinity—adding more doesn’t change anything. You must be immune to trouble by now."
Fang Lin Kong shrugged and fell silent. To be honest, he had almost forgotten about those worries. After all, during this trip to Europe, he had gained a significant boost in power and resolved his biggest mental block by establishing a relationship with Liexiezi. With this major hurdle behind him, he felt confident enough to handle any other troubles that might arise.
Although Liexiezi had sent him back home for solitary training, not long after that, Liexiezi would be fighting Arlen Xuding Si in the Alps, and Fang Lin Kong naturally planned to attend as an observer. His current focus was on shedding all distractions and fully dedicating himself to enhancing his strength.
The restaurant in the hotel was likely not too high up, probably located on the first or second floor for the convenience of outside guests. This hotel’s restaurant was on the second floor. As soon as Fang Lin Kong and his three companions entered the restaurant, a tall and attractive hostess greeted them warmly with a smile. After confirming that they were there to dine, she led them to a window-side table where they could enjoy the street view.
Since entering the Transformation Realm, Fang Lin Kong had become less picky about food. As he transitioned towards a fully energy-quantified body, he no longer needed to derive energy from food. As long as there was Vitality from nature and a flow of external energy, Fang Lin Kong could maintain sufficient stamina and meet his life needs.
However, much to Fang Lin Kong's surprise, the group he encountered in the lobby did not appear in the restaurant. Instead, another familiar face showed up in his line of sight half an hour later. He spotted a short-haired girl who also noticed him.
Initially, Fang Lin Kong didn’t want to greet such a troublesome person; however, Guan Lin didn’t share that sentiment. She exclaimed softly in surprise and quickly walked over to Fang Lin Kong and his friends. Wen Yi and others did not recognize this youthful girl with even shorter hair than theirs. Guan Lin beckoned with her finger, and someone promptly brought her a chair so she could sit beside Fang Lin Kong’s table. At that moment, Fang Lin Kong noticed that Guan Lin was followed by a group of intimidating-looking men.
Before Fang Lin Kong could say anything, Guan Lin spoke up: "Fang Lin Kong! What are you doing here? Did you come with Ding Qingya? But why didn’t I see you around these past few days?"
Fang Lin Kong's expression changed instantly; the name Ding Qingya held immense power over him.
In that fleeting moment of shock on his face, his three friends sensed Fang Lin Kong's anger. His girlfriend had left home to come to Beijing without him knowing—this situation was quite poor for him as her boyfriend.
However, during this time, Fang Lin Kong had not only grown stronger but also honed his emotional control skills to perfection. In just ten seconds, he regained his composure and calmly asked Guan Lin, "Where is Ding Qingya now? I just arrived in Beijing and haven’t seen her yet."
Guan Lin did not notice the sudden change in Fang Lin Kong's expression, and thus she curiously said, "If you truly don't know, then your abilities are quite impressive. Ding Qingya is in room 908 of this hotel; she shouldn't have left yet!"
Fang Lin Kong suddenly stood up, completely ignoring Guan Lin's loud call, and turned to leave the restaurant. Wen Yi and the others confronted the lavish dining table, exchanging glances before Chen Mingbin calmly spoke up, "As for Fang Lin Kong's matters, he has the ability to handle them himself. Let's just stay here and enjoy our meal."
Guan Lin glared at the three young men, looking down on them entirely. Coming from one of the top families in the country, she found it tedious to even glance at ordinary high school boys. If they had been delinquents or had some traits that piqued her interest, she might have paid them a bit more attention. However, Wen Yi and his friends had long surpassed the phase of flaunting their appearances; their experiences over the past two months had brought a depth to their demeanor that Guan Lin couldn't yet perceive.
She wasn't particularly surprised by Fang Lin Kong's reaction. Ever since she heard that Ding Qingya had signed with that unheard-of record company in Australia, her sixth sense had hinted that Fang Lin Kong would inevitably appear before her.
Confronted by Wen Yi and his friends, Guan Lin felt no need to put on a show. Unconsciously, she crossed her left leg, her white leather outfit accentuating the perfect curve of her calf and highlighting her alluring figure above. This posture, combined with her delicate features, gave her an air of wild beauty.
Guan Lin's mind raced as she contemplated how things would unfold.
"Fang Lin Kong must be going to see Ding Qingya. I just saw Wu Young Master head up there too; their meeting is bound to be interesting. But this soup is too murky and too hot; it's probably best if I don't interfere..."
After Fang Lin Kong left, Wen Yi and his friends' gazes became entangled as they dissected Guan Lin's figure into countless visually appealing segments: her perky chest, long and voluptuous thighs, smooth and fair neck, enchanting eyes, round face, and sensual earlobes...
It wasn't until Guan Lin snapped out of her reverie that she used a slightly annoyed yet sweet voice to draw their attention back.
"I want to know why Fang Lin Kong came to Beijing with you. How much does he know about Ding Qingya? Don't give me that cheap friendship nonsense; just tell me plainly!"
(To be continued)
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