At the charity auction gala.
Inside the most prestigious banquet hall in Modu, glasses clinked and perfumes mingled.
The air was filled with the scent of expensive perfumes, the rich aroma of top-tier red wine, and that unique, subtly hypocritical elegance and warmth characteristic of high society.
The atmosphere had reached its peak, with crystal chandeliers radiating dazzling light, illuminating the entire banquet hall as if it were daytime.
It was at this most vibrant and luxurious moment—
A subtle stir suddenly arose at the main entrance of the banquet hall.
The next second!
A tall, slender figure, like a deity stepping out of the dark, starry night, slowly entered the glittering, debauched venue, surrounded by a crowd.
The newcomer was Lu Cheng!
He had chosen a perfectly tailored black custom tuxedo with a subtle pattern for the evening; every inch of the fabric seemed to subtly declare its extraordinary value.
Two buttons of his shirt collar were casually undone, revealing a small section of his alluring collarbone, adding a hint of lazy, untamed charm and deadly attraction to his ultimate nobility and elegance.
He wore a hint of a casual smile on his face, and his deep eyes, like the vast starry sky, casually swept across the hall, as if he could see through everyone's hearts and control everything in this world.
With his appearance.
The air in the entire banquet hall seemed to be sucked out in an instant!
The previously boisterous conversations, the melodious music, the clinking of glasses... all sounds ceased at this moment!
Countless gazes, as if drawn by an invisible and powerful force, all converged on him, involuntarily!
He was the born center of attention!
He was the most dazzling, most unignorable, and most revered presence at this top-tier feast!
His appearance even made the guests, who usually held themselves in high esteem as social elites, feel a strange sense of suppression and... inferiority.
Almost the instant Lu Cheng's tall figure stepped into the banquet hall!
Xiao Zhan, the Dragon King, who had been planning how to approach Mu Wanrou, suddenly stiffened!
When he saw Lu Cheng's handsome face with a hint of an elusive, playful smile!
The blood in Xiao Zhan's veins seemed to ignite in an instant, only to freeze the next second!
Those unbearable "special treatments" from the fourteen days in the detention center!
The bloody scenes of his brothers dying in front of him!
Mu Wanrou's cold and heartless "I don't know you"!
And... his daughter Tao Tao's "Papa," which felt like a thousand arrows piercing his heart!
All the new grudges! Old hatreds!
Like a volcano that had been dormant for ten thousand years, they erupted in his chest at this moment!
His fists clenched instantly!
His knuckles turned white from the excessive force, emitting a grating "creak"!
The veins on his arms bulged like coiled dragons, full of explosive power!
His sharp, knife-like eyes locked onto Lu Cheng in the distance, as if he was about to rush forward and tear him to shreds at any second!
Ye Shuying, sitting beside him, felt his almost uncontrollable emotions almost simultaneously with the eruption of killing intent from Xiao Zhan!
Her face changed drastically!
She quickly reached out and, with all her strength, pressed down on Xiao Zhan's arm, which was trembling slightly with anger!
In a very low voice, audible only to the two of them, yet urgent and warning, she quickly whispered in his ear:
"Dragon King! Calm down!"
"Don't forget our purpose today... you are President Xiao of Longteng Group!"
"This is not the place to act. Think about... how our brothers died."
Xiao Zhan's teeth ground audibly, and a trickle of blood even seeped from his firm gums!
His chest heaved violently with intense anger, like a bellows about to burst!
But Ye Shuying's last words, like ice water, extinguished the raging fury in his heart that was about to spiral out of control.
His remaining rationality told him that Ye Shuying was right.
He couldn't act here!
Otherwise, he would only repeat the same mistakes, and even... implicate more innocent people!
He forcibly suppressed the churning killing intent and humiliation in his heart, but his bloodshot eyes still stared at Lu Cheng like a hungry wolf, filled with undisguised hatred and a desire for destruction!
At the same time.
In an inconspicuous corner of the banquet hall.
Shen Yan was holding a free glass of juice, his eyes tense and a little greedy as he looked around.
Just then, the entire hall suddenly fell into an eerie silence.
He, too, looked up in confusion because of the sudden quiet and the focus of all the guests' gazes.
The next second.
When he saw Lu Cheng's handsome face!
The bidding paddle in his hand dropped to the clean floor with a "clatter," making a crisp sound!
His lips trembled uncontrollably, and his body also quivered slightly from extreme fear and unsuppressable anger!
It was this man... who had stolen his Qing He!
Perhaps without him, he wouldn't have fallen to this point today.
He stared intently at the figure who was currently the center of attention, high above like a deity, with a look full of jealousy, resentment, and a hint of morbid, obsessive madness!
His eyes were filled with an unrealistic, insane fantasy of defying fate and avenging himself, and an extreme longing for that antique porcelain.
As for those two gazes filled with undisguised killing intent and venomous hatred, Lu Cheng had long since noticed them.
But he merely curved his lips slightly upward, forming an arc of extreme contempt and mockery.
It was as if he were watching two wild beasts trapped in a cage, roaring and struggling in vain.
He elegantly took a glass of champagne, sparkling with an alluring glow, from a passing waiter's tray.
He gently swirled the glass, and the amber liquid within swirled with it.
His gaze, like a lion king surveying his territory, carried a hint of casual indifference.
He had not only discovered two Sons of Fortune but also a few... familiar faces.
His gaze inadvertently swept over the direction where Xiao Zhan and Ye Shuying were.
It briefly collided in the air with Xiao Zhan's blood-red eyes, which were filled with monstrous killing intent.
Then, he casually moved his gaze away.
As if he had only seen an insignificant ant that could be crushed at any moment.
Immediately after.
His gaze then happened to fall on Shen Yan in the corner, whose face was flushed and distorted with tension, anger, and jealousy.
His eyes held a playful and mocking look, like a cat toying with a mouse.
He hoped that this time, the Treasure-Hunting Rat's treasure would be of some practical use.
If it was still as tasteless as last time, he wouldn't mind directly crushing this reborn protagonist.
After all, his value to Lu Cheng had never been money, but rather those future insights...