Michelle shook her head and sobbed softly, "My soul is tainted; I am not worthy to sit beside you."

Shen Lang gave Dong Xue a wink, and Dong Xue smiled and raised her hand.

At that moment, Michelle felt an invisible force lifting her up.

"Lord, is this your divine power?" Michelle exclaimed excitedly.

Shen Lang didn't offer any further explanation. He pointed at Dong Xue and said, "This is her divine power."

Dongxue just found it funny, but didn't say anything more.

Michelle looked at Winter Snow with eyes full of admiration: "You must be a great divine messenger."

"Yes, yes, yes," Dongxue replied perfunctorily. She was too lazy to explain to Miqier that this was the mark of an Earth-rank ancient martial artist—the externalization of internal energy. She wouldn't understand anyway.

Since she's willing to believe it's divine power, then let her believe it that way.

Shen Lang lit a cigarette that He Yongze had placed on the table and said, "Michelle, let's talk."

"Your Majesty, Michelle is at your service at any time," Michelle said excitedly.

Shen Lang flicked his cigarette ash and said, "I can provide you with 500,000 RMB for living expenses every month. All you need to do is bring people with desires to me. If the deal is successful, I will give you an additional 100,000 RMB as a reward."

“Michelle will obey the Lord’s instructions in everything,” Michelle said respectfully.

Shen Lang nodded, then had the little elf transfer 500,000 yuan to Michelle's bank card, and said, "The money has been transferred to you. Remember to do your job well. My phone number is 18*********. You can call me in the future."

After saying that, Shen Lang threw the unfinished cigarette into the ashtray on the table and got up to leave.

Michelle gazed at Shen Lang with adoration and said, "Master, don't you want my body? Michelle is ready to offer her body to you."

Shen Lang turned his head and took a closer look at Mi Qi'er. He found that Mi Qi'er was indeed beautiful. She was tall and slender, and her skin was not as rough as that of foreigners. She perfectly inherited the characteristics of the Yanhuang people, which were delicate and smooth. Her angular face and green eyes were indeed very attractive.

"Keep it, we can use it later." Shen Lang's lips curled into a wicked smile, and then he left the private room with Dong Xue.

Outside the private room, He Yongze and Zhang Chengyang stood to the side, discussing something.

“I’d guess two hours,” He Yongze said.

Zhang Chengyang shook his head and said, "No, I don't think Brother Lang will be able to leave tonight. There are two beautiful women inside."

He Yongze: "Can Brother Lang hold on? Won't the ladies tear us apart alive?"

“You’re the one who’s being torn apart, not me calling Brother Lang over,” Zhang Chengyang said.

"Brother Yang, you're not loyal..."

Before He Yongze could finish speaking, the door to the private room opened, and the lights inside shone out.

"Damn, no way! Only half an hour?" He Yongze complained, "Is Brother Lang not good in that area?"

"Stop talking nonsense and get out of here." Zhang Chengyang grabbed He Yongze's sleeve and prepared to leave the scene.

"Dongxue, stop them." Shen Lang said to Dongxue, looking at the two who had already turned around.

Dongxue smiled and said, "Yes, young master."

Zhang Chengyang and He Yongze then discovered that an invisible force had bound them, making them completely unable to move.

"You guys like eavesdropping, don't you?" Shen Lang said with a smile as he walked.

"Brother Lang, it's a misunderstanding, we were just passing by," Zhang Chengyang said with an embarrassed smile.

“Yes, yes, Brother Lang, Brother Yang and I were just passing by,” He Yongze quickly chimed in.

Shen Lang walked up to He Yongze and said with a serious expression, "I don't want to see prostitution, gambling, or drugs in the places you run in the future. Don't do anything illegal or disorderly, understand?"

"Yes, Brother Lang." Although Shen Lang did not reprimand him, his soul seemed to be terrified by Shen Lang, and cold sweat poured down his back.

"Keep the news of the tiger's return a secret. Don't let it get out. Alright, I'm going home now. You guys have fun." With that, Shen Lang left with Dong Xue.

As Shen Lang walked to the door, he unexpectedly spotted an acquaintance.

"Beautiful lady, you've drunk so much, it's too dangerous for you to go home. Let me take you home." A group of men wearing black short-sleeved shirts and with buzz cuts surrounded a woman in a business suit. This woman was Li Qiuyu, the sales manager of Wangshanhe, whom Shen Lang had met once before, and who is now the manager.

Li Qiuyu was clearly drunk at this point, leaning against a car surrounded by several burly men.

When a man tried to reach out and touch her arm, Li Qiuyu swung her bag at him, yelling, "Get away from me, don't touch me!"

"Damn, this chick's got some nerve," the man said to his companion, rubbing his hand which was being whipped by the chains.

Another man crossed his arms and laughed, "It's okay, tonight we brothers will keep her from getting too agitated."

The man then reached out and tried to forcibly take Li Qiuyu away.

Shen Lang frowned as he looked at the scene before him, his anger rising within him.

"Young Master, should we take action?" Dongxue asked, sensing Shen Lang's anger.

"Cripple them."

With a wave of her hand, Dongxue attracted several small pebbles from the ground into the air, which then flew rapidly toward the group of people in front of her.

The pebbles shot into the groin of the men at a speed invisible to the naked eye.

"Damn it, who is it?" The man, feeling the pain, looked around, trying to find the attacker.

When they saw Shen Lang and Dong Xue looking at them with cold expressions, they knew that the attackers were Shen Lang and Dong Xue.

"Brothers, get him!" one of the men shouted as he ran towards Shen Lang, followed by several others.

However, before the group could get close, he collapsed to the ground and couldn't get up.

"My legs hurt so much."

"Me too, I can't move."

The leader glared at Shen Lang with malice and cursed, "Do you fucking want to die? Let us go right now!"

Shen Lang silently dialed He Yongze's number: "There's a pile of trash in front of your door, come out and clean it up."

He hung up the phone before He Yongze could respond.

Soon, He Yongze led a group of people out of the bar. When he saw the group of people lying in front of Shen Lang and a drunk woman, he guessed what had happened.

"I'm sorry, Brother Lang, these guys are from an outside establishment. It was my oversight." He Yongze hurriedly bowed his head and apologized.

"Do what you think is best. I don't want to see them get back on their feet," Shen Lang said expressionlessly.

A ruthless glint appeared in He Yongze's eyes as he said to the people behind him, "Take him to the basement."

"Yes, Mr. He," the man He Yongze brought out echoed, and then quickly took away the men who were lying on the ground.

"Brother Lang..." He Yongze wanted to say something more.

Shen Lang reached out to stop him: "It's alright, you can go back to your work."

"Yes," He Yongze replied respectfully and retreated back into the bar.