The Money Can't Be Lent Anymore

No one noticed.

In a corner of the banquet hall, a young man with an ordinary appearance but sharp eyes grew increasingly venomous in his gaze.

Qin Yao?

She was the woman he wanted. How dare this bastard try to interfere?

"Chen Fei, come here."

The young man beckoned to a woman who was somewhat attractive but exuded an air of coquettishness.

Chen Fei walked over with a smile. "Young Master Heng, what can I do for you?"

She was one of the few present who knew the young man’s background.

Yang Heng, from an ancient martial arts family!

Rumor had it that his mother was of Japanese descent, and his family had close ties to Japan. His background was profound—low-key but terrifyingly powerful.

"That guy—go test him out," Yang Heng said, pointing at An Yi.

Chen Fei frowned slightly as she observed An Yi chugging red wine straight from the bottle.

He looked decent—tall, well-built, and rather handsome—but there was an unmistakable air of a penniless loser about him.

A smirk curled her lips. If he had offended Young Master Heng, that guy was in for a world of trouble!

As the host of Qin Yao’s birthday banquet, she naturally had to entertain the guests.

Lin Chen, though technically a bodyguard, had been dragged into hosting duties by Qin Yao due to the lack of staff.

Clearly, Lin Chen wasn’t fond of such formalities—his poker face couldn’t even muster a forced smile.

Shen Muxuan had been whisked away by Wu Shuangshuang, leaving An Yi to wander around the banquet table, sampling the food.

In the two years since arriving in this world, he had never seen such delicacies. Even without Shen Muxuan’s appetite, he was determined to try everything!

Opportunities like this high-society soirée were rare—he couldn’t afford to miss out.

Chewing on a roasted goose leg, An Yi stared thoughtfully at Qiu Xu and his entourage of rich kids.

Should he try to cozy up to these wealthy folks?

If each of them lent him a billion, he’d be set for life!

Ding!

Mission: [Violence]

Reward: [Jade Beauty Elixir Recipe]! +20 Evil Points!

The sudden mission notification caught An Yi off guard.

When he checked the requirements, he was stunned.

[Violence]

Objective: Deliver 100 effective strikes to a victim.

Target: No restrictions.

Time Limit: 60 minutes.

What kind of messed-up mission was this?!

Violence? At this hour? Where the hell was he supposed to find a victim?!

His gaze landed on Gu Hongyun.

This guy had mocked him earlier for bringing fake wine. Maybe he’d do.

Gu Hongyun, who had been chatting with a few socialites, suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.

Turning around, he saw An Yi staring at him with unsettling intensity.

Damn it! I stopped mocking you—why are you looking at me like that?!

Having chosen his victim, An Yi decided to ambush Gu Hongyun on his way home.

Satisfied, he grabbed a glass of juice and checked the mission rewards again.

The 20 Evil Points were negligible, but the real prize was the [Jade Beauty Elixir].

Effect: Sun protection, blemish removal, and skin improvement.

An Yi raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. Based on his two years in this world, this didn’t seem particularly groundbreaking.

Just then, a provocatively dressed woman with decent looks brushed past him.

Suddenly, she spun around, pointing at him in outrage. "What the hell?! Why did you grab my ass?!"

An Yi, mid-sip, was baffled.

"Have some shame! Can’t you just go home and jerk off?! Why touch me?!"

The woman’s face twisted with fury as she shrieked.

An Yi: "…?"

Her loud accusations drew everyone’s attention, and the crowd erupted in schadenfreude.

"I knew it! Even if he’s good-looking, a poor loser like him is still a creep at heart!"

"Can’t blame him—Chen Fei’s figure is pretty tempting. Still, he’s got guts!"

"Pfft, what a scumbag! That clueless girl next to him earlier must’ve been tricked!"

Chen Fei’s wine-red evening gown accentuated her curves, and she certainly had the assets to back up her confidence.

An Yi quickly realized—this woman was framing him!

But why? They didn’t even know each other!

Qin Yao noticed the commotion and moved to intervene, but Lin Chen stopped her.

"Don’t rush. What if it’s true? Let’s see how this plays out. I wouldn’t put anything past that guy."

Qin Yao paused, studying Lin Chen’s face. "You seem… oddly happy about An Yi getting into trouble?"

Lin Chen immediately schooled his expression. "No, you’re imagining things."

Despite being branded a pervert by the crowd, An Yi remained unruffled.

He glanced at Chen Fei and scoffed. "Gross. Who’d want to touch your dirty ass? I still need my hands to eat!"

He raised his palm—still greasy from the roasted goose—while Chen Fei’s dress remained spotless.

The discrepancy was obvious.

"Besides, your butt’s fake. Smells like plastic—who’d even want to touch it?"

An Yi wrinkled his nose in disgust.

With his Lv. 4 Medical Skills, he could tell at a glance that her curves weren’t natural.

"You—!" Chen Fei’s face turned purple with rage.

Was this guy even a man?!

She was a woman—a beautiful one at that!

If she framed him, he should’ve just laughed it off like a gentleman. Did he have to be so petty?!

An Yi wasn’t done. "What, ‘you’? Maybe stop doing gangbangs from behind—your silicone’s all lopsided. Has no one told you one side’s bigger than the other?"

Nearby, Qiu Xu and Gu Hongyun whispered:

"He’s right—it is uneven. Gu, didn’t you notice last time?"

"How would I know? There were so many people—who pays attention to details like that?"

Hearing the murmurs about her asymmetrical backside, Chen Fei trembled with fury, her pretty face contorted in humiliation.

Qin Zhengwei, who had been drinking with Wu Tong, chuckled. "That kid’s mouth is lethal. She’s not even married yet."

Wu Tong glared at An Yi and downed another glass of wine.

Damn it! He still couldn’t figure it out!

"Alright, alright," Uncle Fu interjected, hobbling over with his cane. "Today’s Miss Qin Yao’s birthday—let’s keep things pleasant. Shouldn’t our birthday girl start opening her gifts?"

He had only recently been discharged after being severely injured by Blue Shark and wasn’t fully recovered.

Chen Fei, chest heaving with indignation, sneered. "Uncle Fu, you’d better be careful. Some people might’ve come with ulterior motives—like borrowing money!"

An Yi scratched his head sheepishly. "Well, actually… I was planning to ask—"

Unexpectedly, Uncle Fu roared like an enraged lion, "Chen Fei, shut your mouth! What do you take An Yi for? Do you really think he’s the kind of despicable, shameless, utterly unethical, and morally bankrupt scumbag who would borrow money at someone else’s birthday party? Apologize to An Yi right now!"

An Yi: