Chapter 698: Snowflakes are Flying and the North Wind is Howling!
"This is it, I finally found it!"
Ren Zhacheng, his face full of excitement, stepped out of the car, the pointer of his Seeking Person Compass pointing directly upwards.
This is a luxury apartment complex in Hangzhou's most prosperous business district, where all the residences are mansions worth tens of millions, inhabited only by the rich and powerful. The Seeking Person Compass pointed diagonally to the penthouse on the top floor.
"General Manager Ling is right there!"
After a moment of excitement, Ren Zhacheng frowned. A wave of anxiety washed over the initial thrill. How in the world was he supposed to get up there? This wasn't some common apartment building he could just waltz into. The gleaming facade of polished steel and panoramic glass was a fortress for the city's elite. In such high-end mansions, the elevators were private, keyed to specific residents, and utterly inaccessible to outsiders. He couldn't possibly climb the exterior wall, could he? The sheer, smooth surface rose like a cliff face into the night sky.
That was dozens of meters high. One wrong move, one slip of his grip, and he wouldn't just be injured; he'd be a bloody smear on the pristine pavement below. The thought sent a cold spike of fear through him, but it was immediately smothered by a more potent terror: the image of Ling Qingcheng in another man's arms. If he fell, it would be no joke.
Moreover, his eyes scanned the perimeter, catching the disciplined movements of several burly security guards patrolling the grounds. They moved with a quiet professionalism that spoke of more than just a standard security detail. Their posture, their gait, their watchful eyes—they were predators, not watchmen.
Ren Zhacheng hesitated for a moment, his heart hammering against his ribs. The risks were immense. But the alternative—doing nothing, waiting, letting fate unfold without him—was unbearable. He gritted his teeth, the muscles in his jaw bunching. He had to try. He decided to climb the exterior wall. He had to believe in the power surging through his veins, the raw physical enhancement granted by the Strong Body Pill. He wasn't the same weakling he was before. He could do this.
The main reason he had to climb was the crushing urgency. He couldn't afford to be late. Not by a single minute. The diary had been terrifyingly clear. If he was delayed, his beloved Goddess, the untouchable General Manager Ling Qingcheng, might… might transform into another man's form. The very thought was a physical blow, a hot, acidic poison churning in his gut. How could he possibly tolerate that? The woman he saw as his destiny, the pinnacle of his ambitions, sullied by another? Never.
Ren Zhacheng looked left and right, his eyes darting through the manicured hedges and sculpted shadows of the complex. He found a hidden spot, a blind corner shielded by ornamental flora. Waiting for the patrol to round the far end of the building, he moved with a newfound speed, a silent predator in the night. He avoided the security guards' line of sight and, with a powerful leap that surprised even himself, directly scaled the perimeter wall to enter the high-end residential area.
"Huh?"
Just as Ren Zhacheng was about to channel his inner Jackie Chan and begin his ascent up the building's exterior wall using the protruding air conditioner units as handholds, his eyes locked onto something that made his blood run cold. It was a familiar Bugatti Veyron, its sleek, obsidian body parked arrogantly in a private spot. The distinctive spiderweb cracks and deep scrapes on the rear bumper were unmistakable. It was that car.
"Shen also lives here?" Ren Zhacheng snorted coldly, his expression twisting into a mask of displeasure. A deep, primal animosity simmered within him, but he wasn't entirely surprised. It wasn't unusual for a spoiled, obscenely wealthy second-generation like Shen Anyu to own property in a place like this. A luxurious penthouse was practically standard issue for his kind.
'It's probably just a coincidence,' he tried to reassure himself, forcing down the bile rising in his throat. A single building like this had dozens of penthouses. The odds of them being in the same one… it was possible, but hopefully, unlikely.
"Who's there!"
Just as Ren Zhacheng was rubbing his fists together, flexing his fingers and preparing for the perilous climb, a sudden roar, sharp and explosive like a clap of thunder, ripped through the quiet night. The sound startled him so badly he nearly lost his footing. He whipped his head around, his heart leaping into his throat, to see several men staring him down. They were towering figures in immaculate black suits, their faces obscured by dark sunglasses despite the night. Their expressions were utterly devoid of warmth, replaced by a chilling hostility that promised violence.
"Damn it, I've been discovered!"
Ren Zhacheng's expression turned ugly. A cold sweat broke out on his brow. He couldn't believe his luck. He had been so careful, waiting for the perfect moment. He had clearly seen the main security patrol moving to the other side of the building. Where did these guys come from?
"Don't move, stop!" one of them commanded, his voice a low growl.
"Only a fool wouldn't move!" Ren Zhacheng sneered, his fear quickly transmuting into desperate defiance. He wasn't going to surrender now. He turned to run, his muscles coiling to spring into the shadows.
The next moment, Ren Zhacheng's escape plan shattered. With a speed that defied logic, a black-clad security guard materialized directly in front of him, a human wall blocking his path. The man had moved with supernatural swiftness, his presence as solid and unyielding as a block of granite.
"You're out of luck!" Ren Zhacheng snarled, his frustration boiling over. He was already in a foul mood, simmering with jealousy and rage, and these glorified doormen were getting in his way. He wouldn't be polite. The power of the Strong Body Pill coursed through him, a heady cocktail of strength and invincibility. 'After taking the Strong Body Pill, I can fight ten of them!'
He channeled all his rage, all his desperation, into a single, devastating punch. His fist cut through the air, creating a miniature whirlwind. The fabric of his sleeve snapped taut. He could feel the raw power behind it—at least seven or eight hundred pounds of force, enough to shatter concrete, enough to send this arrogant guard flying.
There was a loud bang.
But it wasn't the sound of his fist connecting with a jaw. It was the sickening, wet thud of a counter-strike hitting his own face. Before his brain could even register what happened, the world tilted violently on its axis. A flash of white light exploded behind his eyes, followed by an agony so intense it stole the breath from his lungs. The guard hadn't even seemed to move. One moment he was standing there, the next his fist was buried in Ren Zhacheng's eye socket.
Ren Zhacheng lay on the ground, the manicured grass cool against his cheek. His right eye was already swelling shut, a throbbing vortex of pain. His face was filled with an expression of profound, life-doubting confusion.
'Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing?'
The questions echoed in the silent, ringing void of his mind. No, this couldn't be right. He had taken the Strong Body Pill! He was supposed to be a one-man army! He was supposed to fight ten people! How could he be knocked down—no, utterly annihilated—in an instant?
'Was this Strong Body Pill fake?'
No, that wasn't it. The pill wasn't fake. He had felt the power. His punch had produced a gust of wind, a proof of its force. The problem wasn't the pill. The problem was that this black-clad security guard in front of him was simply… too strong. Unnaturally, impossibly strong.
'Brother, you're this damn strong, and you're working as a security guard?'
Ren Zhacheng was completely dumbfounded, his mind a chaotic mess of disbelief and pain.
[Ding! Destined Child Ren Zhacheng is dumbfounded. Plundering +6666 Destiny Points!]
"Trespassing, plotting ill intent, intentionally causing harm, and resisting. Tie him up and display him in front of the building. Hang him for three days, then send him to the police station!" the leading black-clad security guard said, his voice as cold and sharp as splintered ice.
The words slammed into Ren Zhacheng's consciousness, and pure panic eclipsed the pain. He scrambled, trying to push himself up, and began babbling.
"Brother, I'll give you money, will you let me go? Ten thousand! Ten thousand for each of you?"
The black-clad security guards all had cold, impassive faces. Two of them moved in, their movements synchronized and efficient, forcing him back to the ground and expertly binding his wrists. They were completely unmoved by the offer of ten thousand yuan. Are you kidding? They were the personal guards of Shen Anyu, each a bona fide Martial Arts Grandmaster, and more than that, they were artificial humans synthesized by the System, loyal to their Master to the absolute extreme. Not even a hundred million yuan could sway them.
Ten thousand yuan was an insult. A joke.
"Fifty thousand! A hundred thousand! Two hundred thousand! Three hundred thousand! Five hundred thousand, I'll give each of you five hundred thousand, will that work?"
"How much do you even earn as security guards? A few thousand yuan a month in salary? I'll give each of you five hundred thousand! That's more than you'll earn in ten years! Just let me go, I promise to give it to you!"
Ren Zhacheng was frantic. If he were tied up and publicly displayed in front of this building, hung up for three days, and then handed over to the police, the consequences would be unimaginable. His university would definitely expel him. The Ling Group would fire him without a second thought. His reputation, his future—it would all be destroyed.
But this was not what Ren Zhacheng was most worried about. After getting the Goddess Future Diary System, being expelled from the university and the Ling Group was nothing. He could always rise again.
But if he was tied up for three days… what about General Manager Ling?
In three days, General Manager Ling would probably have completely transformed into another man's form, and it would be far too late. The opportunity would be lost forever.
He didn't want this to happen! Even if General Manager Ling had to transform into a man's form, it had to be his.
Ren Zhacheng repeatedly promised money, his desperation driving the offer up to a staggering five hundred thousand per person. He felt certain this would work. How much income could these security guards possibly have? Even at a high-end residential building, their salary would be ten thousand yuan a month at most. Five hundred thousand was a life-changing sum. It was enough to hire a hitman.
However, what Ren Zhacheng didn't expect was that not a single one of these black-clad security guards agreed. They ignored his pleas as if he were simply buzzing insect. They efficiently tied him to a large, ornamental tree in front of the main building entrance and even wrote down his crimes on a large piece of cardboard, hanging it around his neck like a mark of shame.
TRESPASSING! PLOTTING ILL INTENT! INTENTIONALLY CAUSING HARM! UNREPENTANT!
HANGCHENG UNIVERSITY SENIOR, LING GROUP INTERN, REN ZHACHENG!
The big, bold words screamed his identity and his failure to the world.
Ren Zhacheng's expression was blank, his mind short-circuiting. He was on the verge of tears.
Looking up at the distant, warmly lit penthouse on the top floor, the place where General Manager Ling Qingcheng was right now, Ren Zhacheng's composure finally broke down completely.
He was tied up down here, exposed and shamed, while General Manager Ling was up there, doing that and that with another man?
No!!!
[Ding! Destined Child Ren Zhacheng's mentality has exploded. Plundering +9999 Destiny Points!]
[Ding! Destined Child Ren Zhacheng has broken down. Plundering +66666 Destiny Points!]
'Should I play the "Snowflakes are Flying" BGM?'
Through the invisible nanometer monitoring robot, Shen Anyu had a crystal-clear view of the entire pathetic drama unfolding downstairs. He almost burst out laughing.
Ren Zhacheng still wanted to disturb his good time. The poor fool was dreaming a beautiful, but utterly impossible, dream.
Even if, by some miracle, Ren Zhacheng hadn't been stopped by Shen Anyu's subordinates and had actually managed to get up here, he would have only discovered the painful truth: his beloved Goddess, President Ling Qingcheng, had already become Shen Anyu's woman, a red plum blossom blooming in the snow.
Looking at the unconscious Ling Qingcheng sleeping peacefully beside him, her brow slightly furrowed even in slumber, Shen Anyu shook his head and thought:
'A woman without a cultivation base is indeed fragile and vulnerable.'
Young Master Shen, who had always cherished and protected women in his own way, decided not to continue the conquest. He would temporarily let President Ling off the hook.
Shen Anyu pondered his next move. He Yiyi, in the adjacent room, was currently on her period, which was inconvenient. Should he use Love Infinite Teleport to summon other women?
'There's still some time. Let's have Zhang Zhiyun come out of seclusion!'
Shen Anyu's eyes flickered with a cold, calculating light. Yanxia's Yu Clan was still secretly plotting against him, preparing to collude with that Tenin ninja from Koga to assassinate him.
Could he tolerate such a blatant provocation? Of course not.
Aside from Yu Guannan, the Destined Heroine, there was absolutely no reason to keep the rest of Yanxia's Yu Clan alive.
He would use Zhang Zhiyun to utterly destroy Yanxia's Yu Clan, and then use the ashes of her family to make Yu Guannan submit completely.
Killing two birds with one stone.
Immediately, Shen Anyu covered the sleeping beauty with the silk quilt. He gazed for a moment at Ling Qingcheng's tranquil face, lightly kissed her forehead, and smiled. With a flicker of his figure, he vanished from the top-floor penthouse, dozens of meters high.
He rode the wind and walked through the air.
Like a stealth supersonic fighter jet, he arrived at the river mouth twenty-odd miles away a minute later.
He submerged into the river, and the surging currents parted around him, unable to advance an inch against his protective aura.
Shen Anyu headed towards the underwater cave—the inheritance ground he had meticulously arranged for Zhang Zhiyun!
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