Big Shots Gather Together

"Glasses, where's your ticket?"

The burly bodyguard surnamed Niu was growing increasingly pale, but his temper remained stubborn as he firmly blocked Chen Bing's path.

Chen Bing remained unruffled, his demeanor exuding an air of authority.

Suddenly, the Niu bodyguard faltered.

This kind of presence—he had only ever seen it in the governor.

Just moments ago, this guy had been an unremarkable, bespectacled nobody. How had his aura become so overpowering in an instant?

Chen Bing adjusted his black-framed glasses and said in a low, commanding voice, "Get that old bastard Wang Mingyang out here! How dare you block me!"

The Niu bodyguard’s legs nearly gave out. This kid, barely half his age, had an intimidating presence that was downright terrifying.

Wang Mingyang was his superior, the head of security—and this kid actually knew him?

Swallowing hard, the Niu bodyguard stammered, "And you are...?"

"Get Wang Mingyang and Ren Jun out here. Now."

Chen Bing ignored the question, his tone icy.

Both the Niu bodyguard and the younger guard beside him gulped, their hearts pounding.

Wang Mingyang was one thing—just a security chief.

But Ren Jun?

That was the real boss.

The catch? Ren Jun wasn’t the company’s public face. Officially, he stayed in the shadows, pulling the strings behind the scenes.

Only the old-timers in the company knew that. New hires rarely had a clue.

Now, they were panicking.

Could this glasses-wearing kid actually be someone important?

"I’d love to know where his bodyguards get the nerve to stop me! If it weren’t for me handling that mess in the capital, they’d all be rotting in jail by now!"

Chen Bing’s voice wasn’t loud, but it carried an unshakable authority, the cold arrogance of someone used to power.

The Niu bodyguard nearly collapsed.

No doubt about it.

The incident Boss Ren Jun had covered up in the capital was a top-secret matter. The Niu bodyguard had been tangentially involved, so he knew bits and pieces.

Could this kid be… Young Master He from the capital?!

In an instant, sweat poured down the Niu bodyguard’s face, his legs trembling uncontrollably. He stammered, "Y-Young Master He, p-please forgive this blind fool! I didn’t recognize you! Spare me, I beg you!"

Chen Bing remained expressionless.

He had lived through twelve thousand cycles of July in this world.

Every dirty secret, every crime committed by this bodyguard’s boss, Ren Jun—he knew them all.

"Hmph!"

Chen Bing slapped the Niu bodyguard’s hand away, a surge of energy slipping into the man’s body in the process.

As Chen Bing strode past, the Niu bodyguard’s back was drenched in cold sweat, as if he’d just narrowly escaped hell itself.

The younger bodyguard beside him suddenly gasped, "Brother Niu… your face isn’t green anymore!"

The Niu bodyguard kicked him in frustration. "Yours is!"

But truth be told, after that slap from the bespectacled kid, he did feel much better—lighter, even.

Wait… was he some kind of masochist?!

"Zhang Fan… ruthless as always," Chen Bing muttered under his breath.

This bodyguard was just a random bystander, yet over a few words, he had been willing to poison him—slow-acting venom, no less, designed to kill a week later. Even the authorities would be left clueless.

That slap had been deliberate. Chen Bing had channeled a pulse of energy into the Niu bodyguard’s meridians, forcibly dispersing the toxin. The man would still suffer for a few days, but at least he’d live.

Behind Chen Bing, a man and woman approached.

The man was middle-aged, his temples graying, his bearing dignified.

On his arm was a stunning mixed-race beauty—tall, around 5’9", with wavy hair and delicate, feline features that exuded allure.

Her skirt was scandalously short, her long, creamy legs practically begging for attention.

Now this was a man’s paradise.

The Niu bodyguard swallowed hard, then suddenly gasped in recognition. "Your VIP pass—you’re Boss Nie!"

Boss Nie smiled warmly, flashed his pass, and strode inside with the mixed-race beauty clinging to his arm.

"Look into that kid," Boss Nie murmured, his gaze fixed on Chen Bing’s retreating figure.

The mixed-race beauty arched a brow. "Why bother with some four-eyed nobody?"

"My instincts are never wrong. There’s something off about him," Boss Nie said gravely.

The woman discreetly pulled out a thumb-sized black device, aimed it at Chen Bing, clicked a few times, then tucked it away.

"Photos secured. I’ll have someone dig into him."

She wrapped her arms around Boss Nie’s, pouting. "Boss, you promised tonight was for me. Don’t let some random brat ruin our fun."

Boss Nie chuckled. "Fine, fine. That beauty serum you want? Consider it yours."

"Holy shit, that goddess is fine."

"That waist, those curves—my type exactly."

Two identical, dopey-looking monks blushed as they shamelessly ogled Yan Zhi, whispering to each other.

But their voices, amplified as if by some unseen force, boomed like temple bells, echoing throughout the entire auction hall.

Under the weight of countless stares, Yan Zhi pinched An Yi’s arm and hissed through gritted teeth, "Those perverted monks are spewing filth. Aren’t you going to do something?"

An Yi shrugged. "What filth? Right now, my cover’s your little brother. If some random guys call my ‘older sister’ pretty, I’m supposed to be proud. Gotta stay in character!"

He refused outright.

Those two bald creeps might look harmless, but voices that loud? Definitely trouble.

Besides, he wasn’t her damn knight in shining armor. Why should he play bodyguard?

Yan Zhi leaned in, her breath warm against his ear, her voice a sultry murmur. "Then pretend I’m your girlfriend."

"Really?!"

An Yi’s face lit up.

Yan Zhi nodded, her red lips curling into a smile.

"First, give me a shoulder rub. Then buy me an iced Coke. Oh, and some chips and popcorn. I’m broke, so you’re paying."

"Go to hell, you scammer!"

Soon, the auction hall filled to capacity.

Zhang Fan, Chen Bing, and the others were among the attendees.

The VIP section above was reserved for the elite—the who’s who of the nation.

"That fat woman with the white cat in front of you? Liu Huimin, founder of Junru Hotels, a chain spread across the country. Loaded."

"The balding guy behind her? Patriarch of the Yunzhou martial arts family, master of the Surging Palm technique."

"And that seemingly refined but actually two-faced bastard up front? Nie Chengwen—though he prefers ‘Boss Nie.’ The woman next to him is… well, his mistress."

Yan Zhi seemed intent on giving An Yi a rundown of the high-profile guests.

An Yi’s eye twitched.

"Fat woman? Balding guy? Two-faced bastard? Seriously, is this how you introduce people?"

Just then, Boss Nie’s gaze locked onto An Yi.

This was their first real eye contact.

"Oh-ho, your future son-in-law’s here," the mixed-race beauty giggled behind her hand.

Boss Nie smirked. "If he really does marry my daughter, that’d make you his mother-in-law."

The woman blushed, tracing circles on his chest. "I’m way too young to be a mother-in-law!"

As Boss Nie studied An Yi, An Yi’s attention was fixed on the woman beside him.

With a figure like that and legs so long, it'd be a shame not to take a shot.

Ding! System alert: Target meets the [Love Guru] criteria!

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