Chapter 571: Deng Shentong

Chapter 571: Deng Shentong

As soon as Zhang Yi stepped into the bar, he was immediately struck by the chaotic and lively atmosphere.

The scent of alcohol filled the air, and the hearty laughter of men echoed clearly.

However, the waitress in a red dress led Zhang Yi past the crowd to an elevator.

Seeing the confusion in Zhang Yi’s eyes, the woman smiled and explained, "The first floor is for regular customers, while the upper floors are reserved for VIPs."

"After all, those with status and power wouldn’t be drinking in a noisy public space like ordinary people, would they?"

Zhang Yi chuckled, "The class divide is really strict, huh?"

The woman giggled behind her hand.

"Of course! No matter the time or place, social stratification is inevitable."

A strange glint flickered in her eyes.

With her experience of dealing with countless people, she could tell that Zhang Yi was no ordinary person.

Although he lacked the polished air of an aristocrat, his calm and composed demeanor was entirely natural—definitely not an act.

He must be someone with a remarkable past.

As a waitress here, she wouldn’t miss a chance to curry favor with a potential big shot.

She longed for the day she could climb up the social ladder and earn a place in Zone A.

"You seem unfamiliar. You must have just arrived from the outside, right?"

She asked with a smile.

Zhang Yi’s lips curled slightly, but he only gave a faint smile without answering.

Trying to dig for information on him?

Did she think he was that naïve?

Zhang Yi was extremely cautious when it came to his personal details. He would never reveal anything easily.

Seeing that he ignored her, the woman’s smile deepened, though a fleeting look of displeasure flashed through her eyes.

Before long, the elevator arrived at the 13th floor.

She gestured politely, "We’re here! The person you’re meeting is inside. Please, go ahead."

Zhang Yi nodded slightly in thanks before stepping out of the elevator.

He had expected to see Baili Changqing’s familiar face.

But to his surprise, as he stepped through the doors, he found himself in an enormous, empty room.

At the center of the room sat a single chair.

Seated in that chair was a man with long silver hair and an unnervingly androgynous yet strikingly beautiful face.

He held a glass of red wine in one hand, lounging lazily in the extravagant chair, his gentlemanly smile directed at Zhang Yi.

"???"

Zhang Yi stared, his mind full of question marks.

He had clearly come here to meet Baili Changqing—so why was this complete stranger in front of him?

Or… was this person actually a woman?

Looking around, he confirmed that there was no one else in the room.

Feeling slightly awkward, he said, "Sorry, it looks like the waitress brought me to the wrong place. I’ll be leaving now!"

But just as he turned to go, the man suddenly spoke.

His voice was unmistakably male.

"No, you’re in the right place. I told her to bring you here."

Zhang Yi’s eyes narrowed.

"Oh? But I don’t believe we’ve met."

The man continued as if he hadn’t heard, "Your name is Zhang Yi, isn’t it? Anyone important enough for Baili Changqing to personally meet must have some skill."

He shrugged, adding with a smirk, "Of course, I don’t particularly acknowledge him as a captain."

"But I have heard a little about you."

Zhang Yi’s expression became serious.

This guy spoke as if Baili Changqing was beneath him.

And to outright bypass Baili Changqing and summon him here—what was his true intention?

Could he have figured out Zhang Yi’s background?

"And you are?"

The silver-haired man glanced at Zhang Yi, his long, fox-like eyes glimmering with amusement.

"You should have heard of me before. My name is—Deng Shentong!"

Zhang Yi: "……"

Where did this guy get his confidence from?

The way he spoke, it was as if knowing his name was supposed to be common knowledge.

Feeling a little awkward, Zhang Yi forced a polite smile. "Ah… I've heard of you, of course."

But his obviously perfunctory tone made Deng Shentong frown.

His expression darkened. "Wait… You mean you really haven’t heard my name before?"

Zhang Yi had no intention of wasting time with this man.

He had been dragged here without permission, interrupting his plan to meet Baili Changqing.

And now, this narcissist was acting like he was the center of the world?

What a freak.

"I’m not from Blizzard City. Is it really so strange that I don’t know you?"

"I have a friend to meet, so if you’ll excuse me—"

He turned to leave.

But the next second, a hand suddenly landed on his shoulder.

Zhang Yi’s pupils contracted, and he reacted instinctively, swinging his arm in a knife-hand strike toward the offender.

However, his attack was easily blocked.

"Relax," the man chuckled. "I just wanted to get a good look at the kind of person Baili Changqing is meeting."

Zhang Yi turned around and saw—Deng Shentong.

But when he glanced back at the chair, he saw another Deng Shentong, still lounging elegantly, sipping his wine.

"Twins?"

Deng Shentong did not answer.

Instead, both figures spoke at the exact same time.

Their overlapping voices echoed through the air—until suddenly, the room was filled with ten… twenty identical versions of Deng Shentong!

Each one was a perfect copy, their voices flickering unpredictably.

Zhang Yi had no idea what kind of ability he was dealing with, but he immediately grew more cautious.

Deng Shentong grinned.

"I heard you’re a spatial-type Superhuman."

"Why don’t you show me your abilities? My team happens to be in need of someone like you."

"If your skills are good enough, I might consider making you a substitute member of the ‘Celestial Squad’."

Zhang Yi’s patience had reached its limit.

This guy had been looking down on him since the beginning—acting superior, making demands, and completely ignoring his opinion.

Zhang Yi didn’t care how strong Deng Shentong was.

He was not the type to let others push him around.

His right eye glowed faintly as he prepared to create distance and counterattack.

If necessary, he wouldn’t hesitate to unleash his Divine Power at this close range.

The air grew tense.

But just as the fight was about to break out—

Ding!

The elevator doors slid open.

A massive figure rushed in—it was Baili Changqing.

"Zhang Yi! What the hell are you doing here?"

"Come on, I’ve been waiting for you! Let’s go drink!"

He laughed heartily and slung an arm around Zhang Yi’s shoulders.

Deng Shentong’s expression darkened slightly, clearly displeased.

He said lightly, "Baili Changqing, your friend interests me. I just wanted to have a chat with him. You don’t mind, do you?"

Baili Changqing scratched his head with a grin.

"Hahaha, Captain Deng taking interest in my friend? That’s quite an honor. However—"

His eyes narrowed slightly.

"Wouldn’t it have been polite to inform me beforehand?"

Deng Shentong’s smirk widened, his tone mocking.

"If Bian Junwu had said that, I might have cared. But you? You’re not quite qualified to lecture me."

Baili Changqing’s face darkened, his aura surging.

"Deng Shentong! Are you trying to cause trouble in Blizzard City?!"

Author's Note