Li Changzhou has a wealth of theoretical knowledge. Back then, in order to pursue Yang Qinglan, Li Qianxia gave him a lot of lessons.

After that, people would occasionally invite the four of them, but they all declined.

They are not the only ones who refuse any dance invitations; many people simply don't dance.

Everyone present was a player, and staying in one large hall was already extremely dangerous. If they danced with their arms around each other's shoulders and waists, they might "die from illness" that very night.

"You've arrived?" Zheng Qing, dressed in a little dress, walked over, her long legs a healthy brown.

"Sister Qing?" Li Qianxia asked in surprise, "Aren't you in charge of the players in Ming City?"

"That's why we came here," Zheng Qing said with a smile, glancing at Li Changzhou before casually explaining, "I'm from your side, and there's also a member of the Special Operations Bureau on the Holy Master's side. We're in charge of mediating this matter."

“Sister Qing, this is not our fault at all; the other party provoked us first,” Li Qianxia said.

"I know, I will do my best to speak up for you, but you must remember, no matter what, you must not resort to violence. Once you do, even if you are in the right, the Special Operations Bureau will not stand by your side. This is the bottom line."

Li Changzhou only glanced at Zheng Qing without even saying hello; he didn't have time to care about anything else right now.

After much deliberation, I finally mustered up the courage.

"Shall we go dance a little?" he asked Yang Qinglan in a low voice, his throat dry and his heart pounding.

Yang Qinglan glanced at him: "I know you can dance the dance from 1928, and you can dance the dances of today too?"

Her voice also lowered, as if she were whispering.

“I just learned it, watch them dance.” Li Changzhou pointed to the dance floor.

"Premeditated?"

"When you pulled me up in the coffee shop during the day, I started thinking about holding your hand again."

Yang Qinglan lowered her head and smiled, then raised her head, her clear eyes sparkling under the light. Her delicate lips formed the shape of "okay," but before she could utter a word—

"You're here." Yaochi leaned closer.

The two followed her gaze and saw a man leading five women into the entrance of the party.

The man is handsome, and according to the value game classification, he has about 8 points of charm, making him a rare good-looking guy.

Behind him were five women, each vying for attention with their beauty: strapless evening gowns, mermaid evening gowns, simple evening gowns, A-line skirts, and strapless A-line skirts—all stunning beauties.

The most eye-catching person was the woman closest to the handsome man.

She wasn't wearing a formal dress, but a white robe. Her golden hair cascaded down her back, and she had clear, azure eyes. Her temperament was pure and flawless. In terms of charm alone, she might only score 8 points, but her unique aura added a lot to her score, similar to Li Changzhou's divine body.

A middle-aged man in a suit stepped forward, exchanged a few words with the other person, and then they walked over together.

"It is the Holy Master!"

"He's the Holy Master? The Holy Master with S-rank instincts and three thousand players under his command?"

"That's right, I've seen him before!"

The hall gradually quieted down, as if the cars had turned off. At a party of this caliber, S-level instincts remained an unattainable dream.

The Holy Master walked over, not looking at Li Changzhou, but first at Yaochi, Li Qian...

Li Changzhou stepped forward and stared at the other person.

"So it was you who killed Hell?" The Holy Master looked over, his tone indifferent and aloof.

“It’s me,” Li Changzhou replied.

The air was thick with the smell of gunpowder.

“You two,” the middle-aged man in charge of the Holy Master said, “let’s have a good talk and show some sincerity.”

The Holy Master glanced at him and said to Li Changzhou, "Hand over your Hell ID card, kneel down and admit your mistake, and we'll let this matter go."

"The Holy Master is indeed very sincere." The middle-aged man looked at Li Changzhou.

Sincerity?

“Wait a minute,” Zheng Qing frowned, “I will definitely return the ID card, but kneeling down is not an option, is it? In modern society, kneeling down is so unsightly.”

"He killed the Holy Master's woman; kneeling down is already giving face to the Special Operations Bureau." Behind the Holy Master, a woman dressed in a formal gown, yet unable to conceal her wildness, had a bloodthirsty glint in her eyes.

"Hell struck first, are we wrong to defend ourselves?" Li Qianxia retorted.

"Does self-defense justify killing?" another woman behind the Holy Master spoke up. She was a young woman dressed in an 18th-century French court dress, and spoke softly.

Li Changzhou said coldly, "In a dungeon, what's wrong with killing someone, let alone defending yourself?"

“That’s right.” The Holy Master nodded. “So Hell did nothing wrong. Why did you kill her? And why did you kill my other disciples as well?”

For a moment, Li Changzhou and the others were speechless.

It's unbelievable that such a shameless and domineering person exists.

"Holy Master—"

Before Zheng Qing could finish speaking, a black-haired woman behind the Holy Master interrupted her:

"We are all players from the Xia Kingdom. We don't want to ruin our harmony. You are all living well, but we have lost someone, and it was the Holy Master's woman who died. Kneel down, and this matter will be wiped clean. What more do you want from us?"

"Victim blaming?" Li Changzhou sneered.

"You're not convinced?" The Holy Master, who hadn't spoken until now, glanced over. "Making you apologize is already a favor to the Special Operations Department. If this were abroad, who would you be? You wouldn't even be qualified to see me!"

"Holy Master!" Zheng Qing's face turned ugly.

"Alright, alright, how about this, let's all give the Special Operations Bureau some face again," the middle-aged man in charge of the Holy Master hurriedly said, "Li Changzhou doesn't need to kneel, just bow and apologize, and of course, the ID card must be returned—Holy Master, what do you think?"

The Holy Master glanced at Li Qianxia and Yang Qinglan.

"If the two of them toast me again, I'll let this matter drop."

Without a second thought, Yaochi quickly grabbed Li Changzhou and whispered, "If you don't want to agree, then don't agree. Don't make a move. He's trying to provoke you and make you make the first move."

The tense atmosphere began to build.

Some timid players secretly left, while most remained to watch the excitement. Some non-players also stayed, not believing that anyone would dare to make a move in modern society, especially in the bustling area of ​​Songcheng.

Li Changzhou pried Yaochi's fingers apart, ignoring her disapproving look: "So what if I did it?"

"Long day!" Zheng Qing also urged urgently to stop him.

The Holy Master and the others sneered.

"Make a move? Show me how you do it!" the wild woman mocked.

"I was in a good mood today and was planning to let you go," Li Changzhou said calmly.

He never actively hunted players or used the Black Mist's abilities; otherwise, what would be the point of being an S-rank player?

“Do you know what the biggest difference is between us?” Li Changzhou said to the Holy Master. “You need to pay attention to the Special Operations Bureau, but I don’t.”

"You ask me who I am? Let me tell you now, if I want you dead, no one can stop me!"