Chapter 63 Just Partners 08
Ren Yi is currently in a very luxuriously decorated room.
The table was laden with fine wines, and the dim lighting made everyone feel hazy. Each of the well-dressed and respectable executives from Agab was accompanied by one or more handsome men and beautiful women. Ren Yi was sitting next to his current "boss," Mr. Fred.
But even after all that, the system didn't react negatively.
The reason is quite simple: since he came in, the other party hasn't touched him with a single finger.
It wasn't just Ren Yi who was so "safe"; in fact, everyone in the room was very "safe." The atmosphere in the room was extremely strange. No one was drinking, and no one was talking. The room, which resembled a nightclub, felt like a grand ballroom. Everyone was so well-behaved that they seemed to be serving as some kind of etiquette model.
Wen Feng's face was so ugly that even the lamplight couldn't hide it. He glared at Ren Yi across from him with such ferocity that his eyes seemed to be shooting out knives.
Ren Yi: "..."
You can't blame him for that.
When Ren Yi was hurriedly taken away by Wen Feng, he had already guessed what would happen next. On the way, he not only prepared a draft of his "communication" with Mr. Fred, but also thought about how to get away before the system went crazy.
But the fact that this unexpected situation has occurred can only be blamed on Wen Feng's hasty actions.
Today should be the day Fritt and the two brothers sign the contract. After finalizing a big deal, the next step is naturally a celebration banquet. The chaos in Agab does not affect the enjoyment of the top people.
Or rather, it was precisely because of the chaos in Agab that the gap between the rich and the poor was greatly widened.
The hardships of life for the lowest strata of this planet are beyond the comprehension of many Alliance members, while the extravagance of the highest strata is equally astounding. As a small group who enjoy all the planet's resources, their victory celebrations are naturally incredibly lavish, featuring fine wines, delicious food, and beautiful women in attendance. Through one-way windows, they can even see the stunning ocean outside.
If things had gone as planned, by the end of the night, this once clean and tidy place would have been littered with countless (naked) people lying around.
But the current situation is clearly not right.
The problem lies with the silver-gray short-haired youth next to Wen Feng; the latter is the source of this strange atmosphere.
Wen Feng was in such a hurry to get Ren Yi to his boss that the two business partners hadn't separated when they arrived, and they ran into Lando who was coming out. The latter smiled and looked at Ren Yi, who was being led to Fred's side, for a while, and then said without any hesitation, "Why don't you take me with you?" He thus naturally joined the celebration banquet that belonged to the upper echelons of Agab.
As the only outsider present who seemed out of place, Lando was actually the most at ease.
He unbuttoned his cuffs, rolled up his sleeves in a few quick movements, and then fastened his already loosely tied bow tie with one hand. While loosening the tie, he also unbuttoned the collar, revealing his clearly visible collarbone and a small patch of chest.
In terms of looks alone, he was actually more handsome than many of the other handsome men and beautiful women present, but no one dared to look at him like that. When the young man leaned forward and pressed his bare forearm onto the table, Ren Yi heard a clear inhale, and he could even feel Mr. Frederick beside him tense up instantly.
Ren Yi recalled the scene when he unexpectedly encountered the three of them in the corridor last time. At that time, although Fred treated the silver-gray short-haired youth with some flattery, it was more of a perfunctory gesture, and it was definitely not to this extent.
Ren Yi had some guesses.
It's probably because the "business" negotiations didn't go well, and something "unpleasant" happened in the middle.
In the underworld, without external oversight, internal enforcement is essential. They often need both "profit" to maintain cooperation and "deterrence" to oversee execution. Mr. Fritt's partners sent two managers, clearly with a clear division of labor. Since Lando wasn't involved in business negotiations, his role was naturally "deterrence."
In order to demonstrate sufficient threat, even if things are going very smoothly, there will probably be some "unexpected" twists and turns before it ends.
Lando, however, seemed oblivious to the tension around him. Despite being the outsider, he acted like the host, greeting everyone, "Don't you want a drink?"
After a brief silence, the people inside hurriedly and stiffly responded.
Lando nodded, casually picked up a wine bottle from the side, glanced at it, and smiled, "Red wine from Hemu Star, isn't this quite good? Is it from Mr. Fred's collection?"
As he spoke, he had already poured himself a small half-cup of water.
Lando was the first to make a move, and the others didn't dare to sit still. They all filled their glasses to more than half full, but when they were about to offer a toast, they found that the young man had already started drinking on his own. They were caught in a dilemma, unsure whether to raise their glasses or not.
Lando seemed to savor the taste of the red wine he had just drunk before putting down his glass. Looking up, he saw the trembling silence on everyone's faces and couldn't help but chuckle. He reassured them, "Don't be nervous. Isn't this a victory celebration? I'm just here to join in the fun. Everyone, relax."
Whether Agab's high-ranking members had relaxed or not was unknown, but Wen Feng, who was sitting next to Lando and had been throwing glares at Ren Yi, made the first move. He seemed to have made up his mind, reached out and picked up the half-glass of wine that Lando had placed on the table, took a small sip but did not swallow, gently tugged at the young man's tie with one hand, and leaned forward.
However, this ambiguous move ultimately failed, and Wen Feng froze less than ten centimeters away from Lando.
Under the young man's ambiguous gaze, Wen Feng didn't dare to move, his expression as stiff as a stone.
Overwhelmed by immense fear, Wen Feng realized with absolute certainty that if he continued forward—he would die.
After a long while, or at least half a century in Wen Feng's perception, the young man's expression finally underwent a subtle change. He was still smiling, but unlike the obvious scrutinizing gaze he had just given, his smile was much gentler now. Even if it was just a superficial gentleness, it was still much more relaxing than the smile that had almost frozen people just now.
After what had just happened, Wen Feng couldn't help but feel the urge to back down.
But just as I was about to turn back, a pair of cold, indifferent eyes appeared before me, as if they didn't care about anything at all.
Any one, it's that same "any one" again!!
The moment he appeared, he effortlessly captured everyone's attention. When Mr. Lando said "Let's go together," his gaze was clearly fixed on him.
Thinking of this, Wen Feng gritted his teeth. He showed a desperate expression, not only not backing down, but pressing his entire body against hers. But that was all; he didn't dare to make any further moves, and even regretted it the moment he pressed against her.
He loves money, enjoys life, likes being admired, and wants to always be the center of attention... but all of this has one prerequisite: he has to be alive, and he has to be alive to enjoy all of this.
Lando's gaze just now made Wen Feng realize clearly that if he displeased the other party, he would die.
The young man seemed to be smiling all the time, and appeared to be very approachable, but Wen Feng's few interactions with him were enough to reveal the coldness beneath that smile.
Even at this moment, the temperature emanating from her lips seemed lower than that of a normal person.
After all, she was a living person. Even if her body temperature was slightly lower than that of an average person, it was far from being ice-cold. However, Wen Feng still couldn't help but shiver.
Lando seemed to be pleased by something, and chuckled softly. He pressed the back of the little guy's head in his arms with one hand and deepened the kiss, but he did not close his eyes. Instead, his gaze was fixed on Ren Yi on the other side, his eyes lingering on Ren Yi's well-shaped lips, as if the kiss was on those lips.
His other hand landed on the shoulder of the person in his arms, then slowly slid down, his gaze following Ren Yi's movements. Each time it reached the buttons, it would pause for a moment before continuing downwards. Even though he hadn't touched a single finger of Ren Yi, it was as if he had stripped the man naked with his eyes.
The system in his mind had already exploded: [Host! Beat him up!! Beat him to death!!]
Ren Yi [...]
He had to urge the system to "calm down."
It's not that he didn't want to fight, it's just that he couldn't win!
Although Ren Yi didn't know the exact strength of the other party, he estimated that even if everyone in the room and the bodyguards outside attacked together, it was hard to say whether they could even hurt the other party.
Being looked at a couple of times won't hurt you.
It's not worth fighting to the death over this, especially if you have a high probability of losing.
System qaq!!
It felt that its host was really wronged. If the alternate account were still there like in the previous world, it could control the alternate account to help its host get justice.
Ren Yi casually offered words of comfort: "[Even if you don't have a secondary account, you still have 'Star River'.]"
Judging from the location where the system fragments fell, Xinghe can be considered a kind of alternate identity.
System! Yes!
Ren Yi vaguely realized that he might have said something inappropriate [...]
Never mind, it's not a big problem. We'll deal with it later.
Besides, to be honest, he also thought the other person's gaze was quite irritating.
The person who probably exploded just as much as the system was Fred, who was sitting next to Ren Yi.
The host was now ashen-faced and trembling with rage, looking as if he had been cuckolded. Yet, even so, he dared not utter a single word, nor even touch Ren Yi with a finger.
Ren Yi was quite curious; what exactly had Lando done to leave such a deep psychological scar on Fred? The latter was clearly furious, yet he didn't dare utter a single word.
On Agab's side, Frit is the leader. With the boss at the top like that, how could the subordinates dare to make any moves?
If they dare to flirt with the people around them in front of the boss now, they might get stripped naked and hung outside as soon as they step out of this door.
The question of "whether the lower body is more important or face is more important" is hard to answer, but the answer to "whether the lower body is more important or life is more important" is obvious without thinking—anyone with a brain would choose "life," and anyone without a brain wouldn't be sitting in this room today.
Because of the witty exchange between Lando and Fred, the slightly relaxed and ambiguous atmosphere that had just arisen due to Wen Feng's actions vanished completely, and the room became tense again.
The following celebratory banquet was really just a simple "meal".
A group of people couldn't eat a thing, even though the table was full of dishes from various star systems. After this meal, most of them would probably have stomach aches for several days.
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