He Tao arrived downstairs at a leisure venue. It was surrounded by a pleasant environment and frequented by middle and upper-class individuals; it offered the nation's top-tier services.
As soon as He Tao descended, his gaze swept across the room, and he instantly spotted Su Muyue.
Su Muyue was clad in a white, gauzy long dress, its fabric as light as cicada wings. Her snow-white, slender waist was soft, fair, and delicate, slender enough to encircle with one hand—enough to make men's noses bleed at a single glance.
Her fair and slender ankles, barely visible beneath the gauzy fabric, stirred a desire in onlookers to immediately grasp them and savor their beauty.
Such beauty was truly rare. He Tao was stunned in an instant, as were the others who had come to relax, their reactions a mix of surprise and rapture.
Su Muyue was reading a book. Sitting on the couch, her features were as if carved from stone. Her slim, fair fingers were like works of art. She took a sip of her coffee and seemed displeased with the taste, her brows knitting slightly.
He Tao's heart raced—this woman was too beautiful.
He Tao walked over and smiled. "Miss Su, what a coincidence. What brings you here?"
Without looking up, Su Muyue replied indifferently, "I'm here to watch a play."
He Tao furrowed his brow. He knew that Su Muyue's family, renowned for their Yixue lineage, possessed profound abilities, making them akin to prophets. Su Muyue herself was a once-in-a-century prodigy of the Su family.
He Tao, however, didn't understand what she meant.
He Tao looked around and laughed. "Is there a play to watch here? I'd like to see it too."
Setting down her coffee cup, Su Muyue said, "The play hasn't started yet."
He Tao was about to say something but then hesitated, feeling rather awkward. It was said that Su Muyue was a conversation killer—it was no lie.
He Tao smiled. "Miss Su, I feel like we have a connection. How about we have dinner together tonight?"
While still looking at her book, her demeanor serene and elegant, Su Muyue said, "You don't have the time."
The corner of He Tao's mouth twitched. How could her words be so nonsensical?
Isn't it you who doesn't have time? Why would you say I'm the one who doesn't?
Is this a common affliction among practitioners of Yixue?
He forced a smile and said, "How could I not have the time? If Miss Su accepts, I'd make time no matter how busy I am."
Su Muyue looked up, her eyes like starry dreams, and said to He Tao, "You really don't have time."
He Tao was at a loss for words.
At this moment, Su Muyue smiled faintly. She looked breathtakingly beautiful, like a snow-white lotus blossoming—pure, clear, and ethereal. "The play has begun," she said.
"What kind of spectacle?"
Just then, a tall, lanky man came over and whispered in He Tao's ear, "Chu Hao is here. He's about to enter Twin Towers."
"Bring him to see me. I won't go downstairs—it's too gloomy and bad for my skin," He Tao said lightly, valuing his appearance highly.
"Yes."
With a faint smile, He Tao said, "Miss Su, have you ever heard of the True Word Brush?"
Su Muyue answered, "Of course, I have."
"Would you like to witness this Taoist treasure?"
"Do you have it?"
"No, but it's on its way here."
He Tao was confident; the Taoist treasure was as good as in his pocket.
Meanwhile, Chu Hao had already reached the base of Twin Towers, followed by a group of men in black with bruised faces. Wang Meng and Yu Sicheng were among them.
"Ah-Hao! What's the plan?" Wang Meng asked.
Chu Hao snapped his fingers. "Attack anyone we see. It's on me."
Wang Meng rolled up his sleeves. "Heh heh... I love a good brawl."
He was big and burly, towering and strong. Anyone on the receiving end of his beating would probably be bedridden for half a year.
At the base of Twin Towers, Old Man Yuan came out to greet Chu Hao. "Master Chu, you've arrived."
Chu Hao asked indifferently, "Where is he?"
"Upstairs," Old Man Yuan replied with a wry smile.
Chu Hao snapped his fingers. "Let's go."
The large group of them swaggered into the elevator.
Chu Hao arrived at the 107th floor and immediately saw He Tao, who still had the audacity to be flirting with a woman nearby.
He Tao and Su Muyue also noticed Chu Hao, sizing up the young man from head to toe.
He was probably eighteen or nineteen, wearing shorts, classic flip-flops, and a white short-sleeved shirt emblazoned with the words "Devastatingly Handsome"—he looked like he was asking for a beating.
He Tao frowned slightly, with the contempt an upper-class person has for an inferior one, and said indifferently, "So you're Chu Hao?"
Chu Hao ignored him, casually sat down on the sofa, lit a cigarette, and blew a smoke ring.
He had rushed here, still in his flip-flops. Crossing his legs in a lackadaisical manner, he glanced at Su Muyue beside him and said, "Beauty, how about I get your WeChat? I'll treat you to a late-night snack tonight."
DING... Host has successfully flaunted, earning 400 Pretentiousness Points.
Su Muyue was speechless.
He Tao was furious. What kind of opening line was that?
To ignore him was one thing, but to hit on Su Muyue right beside him? Look at your loser demeanor; how could you possibly be a match for this great beauty?
Su Muyue's brows furrowed slightly as she said, "I'm not accustomed to eating late-night snacks."
"Not accustomed to late-night snacks? Then I'll take you to the plaza for some fried chicken wings."
Motherfucker! He Tao's expression turned frigid. "Kid, I'm talking to you. Didn't you hear me?" he said icily.
Chu Hao still ignored him, picking his ear. He said to Su Muyue, "Sorry, there's a fly here. I'll take care of him first."
Even though He Tao was usually a gentleman, he was on the verge of cursing. This kid just called him a fly?
Chu Hao snapped his fingers and said, "First, let's shut him up."
Wang Meng chuckled, having been ready for a fight all along. He charged forward with a punch, but the tall, skinny man beside He Tao easily caught Wang Meng's fist.
"A martial artist!" Wang Meng exclaimed in surprise.
Wang Meng wasn't a coward. He often went hunting in the mountains and had learned many fighting techniques.
The tall, skinny man launched another attack, kicking Wang Meng in the chest. Wang Meng stumbled back a few steps, rubbing his aching chest and cursing, "Son of a bitch, you've got some moves!"
The tall, skinny man's eyes flashed with extreme disdain. Though Wang Meng was strong, he was no match for him.
The tall, skinny man twisted his neck and kicked out.
His kick never landed on Wang Meng, as Yu Sicheng had already intervened.
Yu Sicheng kicked the man squarely on the knee. The man stumbled, his balance lost. Yu Sicheng then delivered a powerful back kick, sending him flying.
The tall, skinny man was furious, his eyes practically shooting fire.
Yu Sicheng smiled. "I'll play with you."
With that, the two charged at each other and began fighting. Both were skilled fighters. Their clash was quite the spectacle, with various techniques on display.
The people on this floor were frightened. What's with these people, starting a fight without a word?
Yu Sicheng and the tall, skinny man were evenly matched. Seeing He Tao alone, Wang Meng let out a sneering laugh and rushed at him with a punch.
He Tao dodged. Though he appeared somewhat gentle, his shoulder slammed into Wang Meng's chest, sending him staggering back again.
Wang Meng rubbed his chest, exclaiming angrily, "Tai Chi?"
He Tao sneered, not taking Wang Meng seriously at all. He even straightened his clothes and said indifferently, "Ruffians will always be ruffians, never fit for the grand stage."
Wang Meng was enraged. This bastard was really asking for a beating. He charged again with another punch.
As He Tao dodged, a mocking smile touched his lips. He was just about to use a deft Tai Chi move, employing the principle of 'Four Ounces Moves a Thousand Pounds,' to send Wang Meng sprawling.
However, Wang Meng's left hand, already in his pocket, grabbed a handful of lime and threw it straight into He Tao's eyes.
"AH!" He Tao was instantly hit.
At this sight, the onlookers' lips twitched. That was an incredibly dirty trick!
This guy actually had lime in his pocket!