Fang Zong stormed out, then suddenly laughed.

To put it bluntly, men are all about the word "difficult," especially when it comes to finding someone they truly love!

First love is something that can't be severed, and since it can't be severed, then don't try to sever it. At worst, let Sophia and Kong Xue fight it out. If they piss him off, he can sleep with both of them in turns.

When a man gets bad, he can be far more terrifying than a woman when she loses her temper!

Just then, Ruan Linghui came running over, her face covered in sweat, and one of the straps of her tank top was askew, revealing a half-circle of her breasts.

"Tsk, perky!" Fang Zong exclaimed in admiration.

I tried to imitate the bad guys in movies, and it actually looked pretty natural. It's true, men all have a latent tendency to go bad.

It's alright, he's much better than Chen the scoundrel from Dragon Fist.

"Fang Zong..."

Ruan Linghui ignored her suspenders, her big eyes filled with fear, her peach-pink lips turned white with fright, and handed over a phone in a pink leather case.

“She texted me and told me to go to the Royal Hotel’s Presidential Suite No. 3 tonight.”

"That's great news!"

Ruan Linghui was terrified, while Fang Zong was overjoyed.

It's great that the other person took the initiative to ask me out. If he were the one asking, he'd be afraid the other person would just run away.

Even within the Nine Heavens Rebirth Group, aside from the black-robed figure and the peacock, there were few who could pose a real challenge to him…

A dark and windy night is the perfect time for murder and arson.

Of course, it's also suitable for negotiations.

The Royal Hotel is a chain of five-star hotels, and Haijin City is an international metropolis, so it is naturally even more luxurious.

Without letting Ruan Linghui follow, Fang Zong handed a tip to the waiter, went upstairs in the elevator, saw the presidential suite number three, lifted his foot, and with a thud, cleanly and decisively stepped up.

"I'm here to negotiate," Fang Zong said, and walked straight in.

Okay, that's out of the question.

"Does negotiation really need to be this violent?"

A particularly alluring and languid voice came from inside, which even reminded Fang Zong of the Second Princess, only without the same seductive charm. Instead, it exuded a royal air of detachment and indifference towards the world.

Fang Zong looked around and found that it was a traditional presidential suite, which, in addition to being luxurious, also maintained the basic characteristics of the original presidential suite.

Legend has it that when a certain American president traveled abroad, he had special requirements for the hotel rooms he stayed in: they had to be oriented north-south (in the Northern Hemisphere, and vice versa in the Southern Hemisphere), have a complete bathroom and shower, and a large walk-in closet large enough for a person to walk into.

That's just how it is here, except that, like other hotels, how many of them can accommodate heads of state?

"Interesting. It seems this hotel is truly honored to host a head of state today?"

Fang Zong saw a woman sitting on the circular sofa in the living room. She had a dignified appearance, yet was also incredibly charming. She wore no makeup, and her alluring eyes, as they opened and closed, seemed to look down upon the millions of people sitting below.

"Who are you?" the other person asked.

"Don't rush, you can't eat hot tofu in a hurry."

Fang Zong also sat down on the sofa, opened his phone, and then opened the Nine Heavens Rebirth group, wanting to see if there was such a woman.

There are three similarities in terms of location and gender, all featuring portraits of stunningly beautiful women, but none of them depict the woman in question.

The first one: Note: Daji, nickname: Angel with Nine Tails;

Second: Nickname: Shiji, no other notes;

The third one: jiji.

What the hell is your name, Jiji?!

Fang Zong looked up, stared at the woman, and asked, "Daji? Shiji? Or Jiji?"

The other person was clearly stunned, then their bright red lips curled into a smile. A single smile was enough to be described as breathtakingly beautiful, capable of bewitching all.

She asked softly, "Fang Zong, the thug in a suit?"

"It's me, will you give me some face?"

"Okay, Ruan Linghui, right? Add five million, and I'll let her go."

"make a deal."

Fang Zong readily agreed, after all, there was a two-thirds chance that the other party was Daji or Shiji.

He had read the Investiture of the Gods before and knew that these two were terrifying demons from the Yin-Shang era.

I was originally planning to give them three to five Nascent Soul Pills.

Even a single piece of trashy Na Yuan Pill is worth tens of millions!

You're so cheap!

Fang Zong looked at the other person with affection. Sure enough, the babies in the Nine Heavens Rebirth group are all easy to coax.

You're so cute, I won't hold it against you. I'll just give you a Na Yuan Pill and eat it like candy.

Fang Zong reached into his pocket, but the other person suddenly paused, licked his lips, and looked very covetous: "I've changed my mind, six million!"

Fang Zong: "...Done!"

"Seven million?"

"...Alright."

"Ten million!" The other party became increasingly excited, standing up and jumping on the sofa, a snow-white tail appearing behind him, swaying from side to side.

"Alright, since you wagged your tail, I'll give you a Nascent Soul Pill."

Fang Zong was about 80% sure he knew who the other party was, and nodded again: "Alright, the final price is ten million, I'll give you a Na..."

"No way! Fifteen million!" Another snow-white tail appeared under the other person's hot pants, swaying from side to side.

Fang Zong's heart skipped a beat, and he slammed his fist on the table: "You're fucking greedy!"

Fifteen million? Two Na Yuan Pills would be more than enough. The problem is, are you never going to stop? You're asking for it, so I'll beat you until you're crying while washing your face!

So what if Daji, the nine-tailed celestial fox?

In the 21st century, it's no longer up to the old witch to call the shots!

Without saying a word, Fang Zong's eyes narrowed into vertical pupils, emitting an apricot-yellow light.

Under the weight of her title, a terrifying pressure surged forth. Daji collapsed onto the sofa with a thud, sharp claws appearing on her hands and white hair growing on her face. She looked up, and her alluring eyes suddenly flashed with a wild, mad rage.

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