Chapter 1827: Chapter 957: Spicy Hot Pot
The banquet continued.
It couldnât stop just because Duke Wend was dead. Once a play starts, it must have a conclusion.
The waiters in the revolving restaurant swiftly cleaned the floor and stuffed Duke Wendâs body into a sealed barrel, waiting to be transported away along with the kitchen waste.
Obviously, the waiters in this restaurant were not ordinary people, and it wasnât their first time dealing with âtrashâ like this.
When Black Spider stabbed the first knife, she didnât feel anything.
No joy.
No relief.
She only felt a little dazed, as if tonightâs experience was somewhat unreal.
It wasnât until she saw Wend being stuffed into the garbage can that she realized the person she had held a grudge against for more than ten years was truly dead.
The Fifth Princess and Bolton prepared to leave, Black Spider looked at them: "Arenât you going to say goodbye to the boss?"
Boltonâs eyes lit up.
The Fifth Princess smiled and said: "Iâm just in a cooperative relationship with Qing Chen, heâs your boss, not mine. Besides, we canât show ourselves now, too many people want to kill us."
Boltonâs bright eyes dimmed again, and he followed obediently behind the Fifth Princess.
The Fifth Princess stood on tiptoe and touched his cheek: "Donât be so depressed, dear, youâll soon see your idol."
"Alright," Bolton said, "but can you buy me the latest virtual glasses on the market?"
"Sure!"
Black Spider felt a shiver beside them, Marquis Bolton was really making the most of his soft spot.
The Fifth Princessâs party left, leaving only the impostor "Duke Wend" she brought, dancing slowly in the ballroom with his female partner, who was also a part of the Fifth Princessâs intelligence organization, arranged today as a spy beside Duke Wend.
Everyone was somewhat distracted, feeling a bit nervous but also excited.
The nervousness was because they had just betrayed the Roosevelt Kingdom, while the excitement was because they had completed Qing Chenâs task. Once they returned, they could undergo their first Empowerment on Whale Island, receive a piece of Immortality fruit, and enjoy a cup of Realm camellia.
They would become Transcendents, not only without side effects but also living 21 years longer.
Everyone played their respective roles at the ball, while Black Spider stood beside the banquet table.
Her thoughts werenât in the ball, but she fantasized about what Qing Chen was doing now, carrying what kind of mood.
Such a grandiose birthday banquet, such an unconventional birthday gift, she might never have another in her lifetime.
Sometimes, life is like this; suddenly, one day, you encounter a beautiful scene, meet an amazing person, experience unforgettable events. All the darkness in your past life gets illuminated, and the remaining life pales in comparison, just serving as a reverberation of this part of life.
At this moment, this was Black Spiderâs feeling.
Marquis Winston approached her, seeing her in good spirits, smiled and said: "May I have this dance?"
Black Spider restrained her smile and looked over: "No, starting tomorrow, turn all your work into written materials and submit them to me, I need to know what you can and canât do."
Winston shook his head with a smile: "You used to be an Executioner of the Arbiter Organization, do you really need us to explain the most basic things?"
"Do as I say," Black Spider said.
"Alright."
"Why do you obey the boss?" Black Spider asked.
"He dragged us all out from the Outer World," Winston said helplessly: "I was actually hiding pretty well, already living in the remote suburbs, but a member of the Parentsâ Meeting rode a motorcycle for four hours to surround me in the mountains..."
Black Spider was stunned, she finally knew what Qing Chen was doing in the past few days.
Winston continued: "I guess more people will cross over next, you know about the substitution plan, right? They find a bunch of people to replace important figures in the Inner World..."
"So this is what the boss calls Dark Magic."
"Is it Heartless Magic."
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...
As the evening ended, Black Spider walked out on Winstonâs arm.
She fantasized about seeing Qing Chen smiling in the night, looking at her like a belated savior, apologizing for being late.
Or standing at the edge of the rooftop leaving her a silhouette, acting profound, asking her if she liked all the arrangements he made.
This was the image of Qing Chen in Black Spiderâs heart now, powerful, mysterious, admirable.
Yet before she stepped outside, she heard Qing Chen gambling loudly with the subordinates: "Donât deny it! I have a straight flush, your biggest is just a pair of kings, pay up!"
Black Spider: "..."
Winston: "..."
This is considered the routine of chauffeurs and bodyguards; when big figures gather, the smaller ones chat, brag, and gamble outside.
Usually, everyone was familiar with each other, and today the subordinates saw Qing Chen, a new face, giving each other a glance, intending to set him up.
Qing Chen initially insisted on not gambling, but eventually joined in, winning all the subordinatesâ money, painfully earning over 80,000.
As Qing Chen left, the subordinates watched his back, feeling so heartbroken they couldnât breathe, another wasted month.
Black Spider couldnât help but laugh at this scene, who would have thought a person like Qing Chen would sit outside the restaurant gambling with a bunch of slaves without any pretense or boundaries?
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