——Holy crap!! What a gem!
Looking at the basic information, Su Yang didn’t wait for the system to say more and immediately replied in his mind.
——Bind.
[Ding, binding successful. Xia Zhiyu’s favorability toward the host: 0]
At this moment, Ran Ran, who was sitting nearby, tentatively called out to the dazed Su Yang, "Hey, handsome?"
"Hmm?"
"Have you... made your choice?"
Su Yang quickly closed the virtual screen and pointed at Xia Zhiyu’s photo. "Yeah, this one’s available right now, right?"
Ran Ran tilted her head to glance at it and smiled faintly. "That’s right. Everyone shown on the screen is available for selection. The one you’re looking at is a new girl at our place."
"Great, then I’ll take her."
"Sure thing. Just tap the confirmation button below her photo, handsome."
Su Yang lowered his head and finally noticed the confirmation button under each photo.
He tapped it immediately, and the screen displayed "Selection Successful."
Su Yang grinned. "That’s it, right?"
"Yep! You two just wait a moment. I’ll go arrange things now." Ran Ran stood up as she spoke.
Su Yang handed the tablet back to her with a smile. "Thanks for your help."
"No problem~" Ran Ran replied cheerfully before turning to leave.
Su Yang was quite satisfied with his choice. Though he had bound many people so far, only five had scores above 90.
They were Pan Ning (93), Lu Yun (94), Tang Ziyun (90), Meng Qianyu (95), and Su Qingci (97), whom he hadn’t seen in a while.
The rest were all between 85 and 90. There was still a noticeable difference between those above 90 and those in the 80s.
The 90+ girls were practically flawless from every angle, even without makeup, and each had their own unique charm.
Those between 85 and 90 had minor imperfections and usually relied on makeup to boost their scores a bit.
Su Yang glanced at Xia Li beside him. She was lounging on the sofa, legs crossed, scrolling through her phone.
"Done choosing?"
"Pretty much. Want to take a look?"
"Nah, you handle it. Just order more—I can hold my liquor."
"I know, so I’ve been adding more~" Xia Li looked up at Su Yang with a smirk before returning to her drink selections.
With nothing else to do, Su Yang decided to check in with the system again.
—System, list out all the bound targets above 90 and their exact scores. I’ve forgotten some of them.
[Pan Ning: 93, Lu Yun: 94, Tang Ziyun: 90, Meng Qianyu: 95, Su Qingci: 97, Xia Zhiyu: 95]
—Holy crap! Little Su is that high? I thought she was just slightly above 90.
[You remembered wrong.]
—Well, looks like she’s the highest-scoring one among all my bound targets. Not bad, not bad. I’ll have to catch up with her sometime.
A few minutes later, the cabin door opened, and Ran Ran walked back in alone.
This time, her expression was slightly awkward, and Su Yang noticed it right away.
Before she could speak, he asked first, "What’s wrong?"
"Uh... Handsome, there’s a bit of a hiccup..."
"What kind of hiccup?"
"The girl you just selected... another customer in a different room also wants her..."
"What? But I already chose her. Tell them to pick someone else."
Ran Ran hesitated, then glanced at Su Yang nervously. "That customer technically chose at the same time as you, so they could also see the available options. They were just a step slower."
"Well, whose fault is that? If they were slow, that’s their problem. I already confirmed my choice—are they seriously trying to take her from me? And you’re allowing this?"
"Uh... of course not, but the thing is... the other person is..."
Ran Ran’s eyes darted around as she stammered, "He’s..."
"Even if he’s the goddamn emperor, it doesn’t matter. First come, first served—ever heard of that?"
Su Yang paused, then smirked. "But I am curious now. Who is this guy? Go on, tell me."
"He’s our boss’s cousin."
"Your boss’s cousin? Pfft. Even if your boss showed up in person today, it wouldn’t change a thing."
Ran Ran wrung her hands. "Handsome, the other guest said that if you refused, I should ask you to come over. He has something to say to you."
Hearing this, Su Yang leaned back on the sofa and laughed. "Me, go over? Yeah, not happening. If he wants to talk, you can tell him to come here. I’ve got a few words for him too~"
"Th-this... Alright, I’ll go tell him."
Ran Ran turned and hurried out.
Xia Li, who had been listening the whole time, kept her eyes on her phone and remarked, "Someone’s got quite the ego~"
Su Yang chuckled, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it. "Right? I’d love to see just how impressive this guy is."
"The owner of this place is a woman, around my age. But I’ve never heard her mention having a cousin," Xia Li said, finally looking up at Su Yang.
"You know the boss here?"
"Sure do. I’ve been here plenty of times. She once joined us for drinks and chatted a bit. Never mentioned any cousin."
Su Yang shook his head with a laugh. "Well, who knows? We’ll see soon enough~"
Meanwhile, in another cabin, three young men were lounging around.
The one in the middle looked about 25 or 26, with a buzz cut and sharp features.
He wore a gray T-shirt, a platinum chain around his neck, khaki shorts, and a Rolex Rainbow Daytona on his wrist. A tiny heart was tattooed near his right eye, and his neck was inked with odd, abstract designs—giving off a gangster-ish vibe.
The guy to his left was heavyset, probably around 190 pounds, but built like a tank—solid muscle, not flab.
He had a buzz cut, a round face, and a thin goatee that clashed with his otherwise tough appearance. His white muscle shirt clung tightly to his frame.
The one on the right was lean, maybe 100 pounds soaking wet, with long hair tied into a short ponytail.
His sleeveless black tank showed off arms covered in cryptic tattoos, and he wore multiple rings along with a platinum chain.
The three of them were chatting casually when the cabin door opened, and Ran Ran stepped in.
The middle guy grinned at her. "Well, beauty? Did you talk to the other guy?"
Ran Ran took a deep breath and nodded. "I did, but..."
"But what?"
"He refused to switch."
The guy burst out laughing. "Hah! Called it. So, did you tell him to come here like I said?"
Ran Ran nodded again. "I did, but... he said he’s not coming. If you want to talk, you’ll have to go to him..."
……
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e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
