Chapter 16: Iron-Mouthed Verdict, A Prophecy Fulfilled
Municipal Police Bureau lobby.
Su Qingge sat on a row of plastic chairs.
She had changed into clean clothes delivered by her assistant, with a small black suit jacket draped over her shoulders, covering the mud-stained blouse.
She was surrounded by three won.
These three were dressed in expensive, luxurious attire, carrying limited-edition handbags worth hundreds of thousands.
"Qingge, have you been possessed by sothing evil?"
The woman speaking was nad Zhou Ying, a college classmate of Su Qingge. Her family was in the import-export business, and she had always been sharp-tongued.
Zhou Ying reached out to touch Su Qingge's forehead, then pulled back, pursing her lips: "A five hundred million project stopped just like that, and you gave a Daoist five million? Did your money fall from the sky?"
"You don't understand." Su Qingge pushed away Zhou Ying's hand, her eyes fixed on the exit of the interrogation room corridor. "He is not an ordinary Daoist."
"What's so different about him? Isn't he just a bit handso and quick-witted?"
Another close friend, Lin Manman, toyed with her freshly done manicure, her tone filled with mockery.
"Modern-day scamrs specifically target female CEOs like you who have just suffered heartbreak. That animal Second Young Master is scum, but you can't just start believing in a charlatan because you were bitten by a dog."
"Manman, stop it."
Su Qingge frowned.
"There was a problem with that land; he knew there was sothing underground with just one look. And just now, when Second Young Master fell, that was Words Beco Law."
Zhou Ying laughed out loud upon hearing this.
"Words Beco Law? Qingge, you've read too many Wuxia novels."
Zhou Ying fished a compact mirror from her bag and applied lipstick while looking at the mirror: "That banana peel was definitely thrown by so passerby, or the Daoist set it up in advance. I've seen this kind of Jianghu trickery many tis. First, they create panic, then save you from fire and water, and finally, they swindle you for money and sex."
"He didn't swindle for sex." Su Qingge corrected her seriously.
"That's because he has a big appetite and wants to play the long ga."
Zhou Ying snapped the compact mirror shut with a crisp sound: "When he cos out, I'll help you expose him. For soone like that, I can send him to the Municipal Police Bureau to sit in a cell with just one phone call, without even needing to take a statent."
Su Qingge didn't respond.
She recalled the scene at the edge of the cliff.
That kind of fear and reverence, as if her very Soul had been seen through, could not be explained in just a few words.
Footsteps echoed in the corridor.
Zhang Xuanyao walked out, swaying, with a half-drunk bottle of ice cola in his hand.
His washed-out Daoist robe looked completely out of place in such a serious setting as the Municipal Police Bureau. However, he walked without looking sideways, his expression lazy, like an old man who had just finished strolling through a park.
"Great Master!"
Su Qingge stood up abruptly and hurried to et him.
Her eager expression made her look exactly like a little fan girl chasing a star.
The three close friends behind her looked at each other, their faces filled with undisguised disgust.
Zhang Xuanyao stopped, took a sip of cola, and looked at Su Qingge in front of him: "Layperson Su, you haven't left yet? Is your statent finished?"
"No rush."
Zhang Xuanyao's gaze passed over Su Qingge and landed on the three won behind her.
To be precise, it landed on the top of Zhou Ying's head.
【Heavenly Eye】, activate.
A golden light, visible only to Zhang Xuanyao, flashed by.
Above Zhou Ying's head hovered a thick mass of green Qi. Intermingled within that green Qi were several strands of blood-colored threads, which were drilling into her crown chakra.
"President Su, is this your friend?" Zhang Xuanyao pointed at Zhou Ying.
Zhou Ying snorted coldly, walked forward in her high heels, arms crossed, her gaze sweeping back and forth over Zhang Xuanyao.
"So you are that Daoist Zhang? You certainly look good; no wonder you were able to make Qingge so infatuated."
Zhou Ying pulled a checkbook from her bag, scribbled a string of numbers, tore it off, and handed it to Zhang Xuanyao.
"I'll pay this five million on Qingge's behalf. Take the money and stay away from her. A place like Mount Longhu isn't suitable for an 'expert' like you; go find a place where no one is, buy a house, and it will be enough to last you a lifeti."
Zhang Xuanyao didn't take the check.
He took a sip of cola, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down, making a "gulp" sound.
"This Layperson, your forehead is glowing green—so green it's turning black, so green it's practically dripping oil."
As soon as Zhang Xuanyao spoke, Zhou Ying's face instantly darkened.
"Who are you cursing?!"
"This Daoist never curses; I only speak the truth."
Zhang Xuanyao walked around Zhou Ying once, tutting twice: "Your husband is nad Wu Jianguo, right? The one doing building materials business in the south of the city."
Zhou Ying was stunned for a mont, then sneered: "Did you investigate ? Did Qingge tell you?"
Su Qingge shook her head from the side: "I didn't say anything."
Zhang Xuanyao ignored their skepticism and continued: "Wu Jianguo is not at the company right now, nor is he on a business trip. He is in that apartnt under your na at Xiangjiang Mingyuan, unit 802."
Zhou Ying's expression changed.
That was an apartnt she bought for her parents to live in, and it was currently empty.
"What is he doing there?" Zhou Ying asked subconsciously.
"He is getting you a new brother-in-law."
Zhang Xuanyao pointed to the diamond-encrusted mobile phone in Zhou Ying's hand.
"If nothing unexpected happens, in three minutes, your own sister, Zhou Qian, will send you a photo. In the photo will be two plane tickets to the Maldives and an equity transfer agreent."
"Nonsense!"
Zhou Ying was trembling with anger: "My sister is studying abroad! My husband even bought a Hermès yesterday!"
"The Hermès was hush money."
Zhang Xuanyao glanced at the ti on his phone: "Two more minutes. By the way, a word of advice: don't stand under this chandelier."
Above the lobby hung a huge crystal chandelier, looking solemn and dignified.
Zhou Ying looked up at the chandelier, then back at Zhang Xuanyao, her eyes filled with mockery.
"What? Going to perform Words Beco Law again? If this lamp falls, I'll eat this check on the spot!"
Lin Manman chid in: "Exactly, this is the Municipal Police Bureau lobby; the renovation has passed inspection. Who do you think you are? Final Destination?"
Su Qingge tugged on Zhang Xuanyao's sleeve and whispered: "Great Master, let it be, let's go."
Zhang Xuanyao didn't move.
He stared at the blood-colored threads above Zhou Ying's head; the blood lines had completely wrapped around her neck.
It was a sign of great misfortune.
"Countdown: ten, nine, eight..."
Zhang Xuanyao began to count.
Zhou Ying looked at him as if he were a madman: "Count! Keep counting! Let's see what tricks you can pull!"
"Three."
"Two."
"One."
Ding.
The mobile phone in Zhou Ying's hand vibrated sharply.
A ssage popped up.
Zhou Ying subconsciously looked down.
It was from Zhou Qian.
The first image was two first-class plane tickets.
The second image was a signed contract, clearly stating that Wu Jianguo was transferring 30% of the shares of his trading company to Zhou Qian.
The third image was a selfie.
The background was the bedroom in Xiangjiang Mingyuan.
Wu Jianguo was shirtless, holding Zhou Qian's shoulders, and both of them were smiling extrely brightly.
The text read: Sister, Jianguo says he's tired and doesn't want to live looking at your expression anymore. These shares are the 'care fee' for all the years you've taken care of him. We are going to settle in the Maldives, don't look for us
Clatter.
The phone fell to the ground, its screen shattering into pieces.
Zhou Ying looked as if she had been struck by lightning; her mind went blank, and her body swayed as she took a step back.
She stepped exactly right under the chandelier.
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