Are you happy fooling me

"President Lan, to manage such a large company at such a young age, you must be a very intelligent person. And intelligent people understand one principle—those who know the times are true heroes!"

A young man dressed in a pristine white suit, elegant and handsome, smiled as he looked at Lan Ruoxi across from him. His voice was calm, yet carried an undeniable pressure.

"The formula for Jade Beauty Elixir—I, Bai Shaojun, am buying it. Name your price. I hope you won’t refuse a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit."

"Any price?"

Lan Ruoxi, dressed in professional attire, remained composed and gentle as she asked.

Bai Shaojun smiled and shrugged. "That’s right. Our Bai family from the Imperial Capital has the means."

"Then I want one trillion. If you can pay, the formula is yours."

Lan Ruoxi replied just as softly, her demeanor unchanged.

"One trillion?!"

Hearing her words, Bai Shaojun’s face darkened as if struck mute. His lips twitched. "President Lan, don’t joke with me."

"You were the one who joked first."

Lan Ruoxi responded unhurriedly, her tone indifferent.

Bai Shaojun slammed the table and stood up, his voice icy. "You should know the influence of the Bai family in the Imperial Capital. Offend us, and your little company won’t last long. Don’t blame me for being ruthless when the time comes!"

SLAM!

Beside Lan Ruoxi, a long-haired young man with a cigar in his mouth also slammed the table, confronting Bai Shaojun. "Watch your tone, kid. Who do you think you’re talking to?"

Bai Shaojun was momentarily stunned.

Only now did he realize—this scruffy-looking vice president was actually a martial artist at the Mingjin level!

"Vice President Ding, no need to rush."

Lan Ruoxi stopped Ding Renfeng, still composed. "You’re not the first to threaten us. My stance remains the same—if you seek mutually beneficial cooperation, we welcome it. But if you intend to swallow An Corporation, we will fight to the last drop of blood!"

Bai Shaojun narrowed his eyes as he studied the young, strikingly beautiful woman before him.

She’s not easy to deal with!

At first, her age and delicate appearance had made her seem like an easy target. But after several rounds of negotiation, he felt like his attacks were landing on cotton—no impact at all.

She was neither swayed by soft words nor intimidated by threats.

A truly tough opponent.

"Negotiations have failed. Game over. You refused the toast—now drink the forfeit!"

Bai Shaojun revealed a sinister grin and clapped his hands. "Come out."

Clap! Clap! Clap!

After the applause, silence followed.

Bai Shaojun’s smile stiffened. He clapped again—still nothing.

Then, clearing his throat awkwardly, he tried once more.

Lan Ruoxi and Ding Renfeng stared at him as if he were an idiot.

"Damn it, where are they?!"

Bai Shaojun grabbed his phone, furious, and started dialing.

A cheerful ringtone echoed through the room.

"Galloping horses, you’re mighty and strong~"

Then, a middle-aged man in a long robe was hurled into the office—screaming.

His face was bruised, his mouth twisted in pain.

Bai Shaojun’s eyebrows shot up in shock.

This was his family’s bodyguard!

"Kid, is this the guy you were calling for?"

An Yi strolled in, dusting off his hands before stepping on the robed man’s head. He grinned. "Looking for him?"

Bai Shaojun’s pupils shrank in disbelief.

Their family’s bodyguard was an Anjin-level expert!

And yet, this guy had turned him into a bloody mess without making a sound?!

"An Yi!"

"Boss!"

Lan Ruoxi and Ding Renfeng brightened at the sight of him.

An Yi smiled, then turned his gaze to Bai Shaojun, his expression turning cold. "I’m An Yi, the boss of An Corporation. The Jade Beauty Elixir formula is mine. If you want it, come to me directly."

Bai Shaojun gulped.

He might not have been familiar with the name "An Yi," but he definitely knew of him.

This guy was a troublemaker—constantly making waves. The martial arts alliance’s news section was never short of his exploits.

Just days ago, he had single-handedly killed Hong Shan, ranked 29th on the Hidden Dragon List!

Then, he fought evenly with Dong Kun, a top-200 expert on the Heavenly Rankings, holding his own without faltering.

Now, "Night Emperor" An Yi had risen to 19th place on the Hidden Dragon List—climbing the ranks in just a month, shocking countless martial clans and aristocratic families across the land.

Bai Shaojun wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and forced a smile. "N-no, this is a misunderstanding! I was just calling A’Liang to… prepare to leave!"

Ding Renfeng took a sip from the baby milk on the table and smirked. "Misunderstanding? Weren’t you just saying something about ‘drinking the forfeit’ and planning to take action?"

An Yi cracked his knuckles and strode toward Bai Shaojun.

BAM! BAM! BAM!

"So you’re the one trying to steal my formula, huh?"

WHACK!

"You’re the one who wanted to fight, right?"

SMACK!

"And you even dared to eye my woman?"

"N-no! That last one wasn’t me!"

"Bullshit! The readers already guessed it! Even if it wasn’t you, it is now!"

After a thorough beating, An Yi planted his foot on Bai Shaojun’s head, feeling thoroughly satisfied.

Lan Ruoxi glanced at the battered Bai Shaojun, who looked like he’d been through hell, and stuck out her tongue. "An Yi, wasn’t that a bit too harsh?"

"Relax. He’s a Mingjin-level martial artist—he won’t die that easily."

An Yi shrugged.

At his current level, his strength was at least at the peak of Anjin, if not higher.

There was no helping it—the hierarchy of martial artists in this world wasn’t so clearly defined. It was relatively vague, and strength could only be roughly gauged.

Right now, dealing with a martial artist at the Mingjin level was as easy as slaughtering a chicken for him.

Bai Shaojun, his head pinned underfoot, struggled to speak: "Lord Night Emperor, I—my younger brother is Bai Xiu. He’s a friend of yours. Surely you know him."

"Bai Xiu? Your brother?"

An Yi froze for a moment upon hearing this.

Then, he quickly helped Bai Shaojun up, dusting off his shoulders.

"Ahaha, what a case of family turning against family! Bai Xiu and I are brothers, so since you’re his older brother, you’re now my younger brother too."

Just then, a creaking sound came from the inner office as the door swung open.

A fair-skinned young man with dead-fish eyes and a perpetually drowsy expression walked out, rubbing his messy hair and yawning. "So noisy! Who’s calling me?"

Lan Ruoxi’s beautiful eyes widened in shock. "B-Bai Xiu?! How—how are you in there?!"

"You guys installed a hammock for me. Forgot?" Bai Xiu said flatly.

Ding Renfeng took a deep drag of his cigar, stunned. "Don’t tell me you’ve been sleeping in there for two days!"

Bai Xiu yawned again.

Two days was nothing—his record was sleeping through an entire two-month summer vacation.

"Damn it, when will this miserable life ever end?"

"Old Bai, I ran into your brother!" An Yi said, dragging the bruised and battered Bai Shaojun over.

Bai Shaojun couldn’t bring himself to face Bai Xiu, lowering his head and muttering weakly, "B-Bai Xiu… l-long time no see."

Bai Xiu squinted his dead-fish eyes, struggling to recognize the swollen features of the "pig-head" before him, then scoffed. "Sorry, don’t know you."

An Yi, who had just been kindly dusting Bai Shaojun off, promptly planted his foot back on the man’s head.

"Think it’s fun to mess with me, huh? My woman is someone you dare fantasize about?!"

"I—I didn’t!"