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Seeing the lively and spirited bastard in front of him, Li Xiao couldn't help but feel a wave of sorrow wash over him as he recalled the bad news he had received from his employee.
Why! Why could that worthless fellow, who was inferior to him in every way, gallivant around with the goddess while he could only indulge himself through faint whispers?
Why was it that his body was clearly more capable than the other’s? They had both toiled through the night, yet he had ended up in this state while the other remained full of vitality!
Lost in his sorrow, Li Xiao stared at Yang Xiaoyou with a twisted expression, suddenly breaking down into tears, choking on his sobs.
A man does not shed tears lightly; it is only when he reaches a point of deep sorrow that he can no longer hold back. Undoubtedly, Li Xiao was far beyond mere sadness; he was heartbroken.
Seeing this unexpected display of emotion, Yang Xiaoyou, who had just returned to his normal demeanor, felt it was somewhat strange. He had 'kindly' allowed the other to listen to some free intimate sounds, yet it had led to such an outcome. It truly left him speechless.
However, given that he also disliked this fellow who spread rumors about him, Yang Xiaoyou had no intention of offering any words of comfort. He had come merely to assess whether this fellow should be added to the list of those needing monitoring. Now, seeing the other in such a state, he felt half of that concern dissipate.
This fellow was hardly worth breaking his control over his murderous intent. The incident with the Demoness Sect, where he devoured everything, was largely a consequence of the aftermath from the reconnaissance mission at Burj Dubai.
The agent he eliminated, although not directly killed by his hand, had nonetheless intensified his inner brutality. Even though he had successfully stepped onto the path of adulthood, it merely stabilized his deteriorating emotions slightly; it would take time for him to truly regain stability.
“If you can move, get up soon to avoid any trouble here. Also, remember to submit your receipts for reimbursement.” Casting a casual glance at the sobbing fellow, Yang Xiaoyou’s words of 'comfort' were rather peculiar.
While saying this, he pulled out a stack of receipts from his pocket and handed them to a young tour guide nearby.
“Also, don’t say I didn’t warn you. If you have any ill intentions towards me… well, I might just kill you.” After handing over the receipts and preparing to turn away, Yang Xiaoyou seemed to recall something and turned his head with a strange smile.
Initially intending to force back his sadness and retort after hearing the first half of Yang Xiaoyou’s statement, upon hearing the latter half, Li Xiao felt as if the entire world had darkened. Everything else faded into pitch blackness; in this dark space before him stood only that figure whose side profile revealed a gaze filled with indifference and cruelty.
It felt as if the other person had been magnified countless times.
His ears lost all sound; his sense of smell lost the familiar scent of disinfectant; all that remained in his vision besides the other was darkness. The only lingering sound was that ominous phrase: “I might just kill you.”
It seemed like a second passed or perhaps a century; that suffocating pressure that made it hard for him to breathe suddenly vanished.
In an instant, the world seemed to regain its vibrancy. The once unbearable smell of disinfectant was greedily inhaled into his lungs, and he found himself gasping for air. At the same time, he heard the anxious shouts of his caretaker nearby, but when he looked up, that demonic figure had already vanished from the hospital room.
At this moment, Li Xiao was taking deep breaths, his body drenched in sweat, yet his eyes were filled with fear and astonishment. What had just happened? What kind of sorcery had the other party used?
Thinking back to that initial situation made him tremble uncontrollably. The unknown often instilled the greatest fear. Was that what they called power? How could it possibly manifest in someone like that?
Regardless, Li Xiao understood that the seemingly casual remark of "I might just kill you" before the other left was not an empty threat; it was a genuine display of capability.
This realization brought a bitter expression to Li Xiao's face, who had arrived in Dubai full of ambition and ready to make his mark. He had always looked down on that so-called "trash," believing it to be worthless.
In his eyes, it seemed as if he were the one flailing about like a fool, while perhaps all along, the other had never regarded him at all—just like when he first entered their Activity Room, completely unrecognized by them.
He had thought that the other was pretending not to know him and secretly speaking ill of him behind his back. Now he understood that the real fool was himself; he had never been acknowledged by the other. Even spreading rumors about him had failed to capture their attention.
If the other truly cared about those rumors he had spread and was secretly plotting against him...
Although Li Xiao thought this way, believing that Yang Xiaoyou was not merely trying to intimidate him but genuinely possessed such power, he also felt that Yang Xiaoyou lived quite freely without concern for those rumors.
Meanwhile, on the other side...
"That should have scared him off. I really don't have that much energy to waste on him. Sigh, when will those school rumors die down? Should I just expose myself on the playground with Demoness? Forget it, that's too twisted. It's best to keep things moderate; I shouldn't let anyone else take advantage of me—only I get to see." Shaking off some overly wicked thoughts from her game, Yang Xiaoyou also shook her head.
In truth, now that she was out, she felt as if last night's experiences were nothing more than a dream. If it weren't for the strange pair of damp and warm pants in her pocket—kept as a token—she would almost think it wasn't real.
How to handle her relationship with her exclusive Friend with Benefits was truly a headache.
She couldn't bring herself to just get dressed and leave without a word. At the same time, she wouldn't allow herself to be in such a relationship while letting Demoness mingle with others.
At least for now, they were indeed quite compatible—purely on a physical level. Even though both sides were using each other to step onto adulthood's ladder, their relationship remained more about desire than emotion; it was undeniably strange.
Or perhaps Yang Xiaoyou always felt there must be some deeper reason why Demoness had taken an interest in her.
"Ahhh! I don't want to think about it anymore. Forget it. I was originally planning to give something to my future wife for the first time, but since I've already started, I might as well not worry too much about that capable maid. Well, there are suitable candidates at home and school, so I don't need to stress over any issues." After scratching his head in mild frustration, Yang Xiaoyou walked out of the hospital.
However, at that moment, he noticed that the person who had been avoiding him in the hospital room, Your Highness, was waiting at the entrance of the hospital.
Undoubtedly, the only person who could be waiting for him was himself, who had been arranged as a representative.
Seeing that the other person was not backing down and was staring directly at him, Yang Xiaoyou felt a hint of surprise. Roche had previously reached Noble status at Momentum Level due to his royal authority.
To strip him of that power, Yang Xiaoyou had gone beyond merely intimidating Li Xiao during a moment of anger.
In this situation, the power that had been forcibly taken from Roche had planted the seeds of failure in his heart, making it impossible for him to recover. Yet here he was, still able to meet Yang Xiaoyou's gaze. It was clear that this fellow's inner strength was far greater than that of the whiny sponsor.
"Can we talk?" Roche said, his serious expression indicating that he had made a significant decision.
"I'm not interested. Just don't bother me. As for royalty, you should focus on your symbolic existence—eat well, drink well, live comfortably, and wait for death. Losing power is not a good thing for you," Yang Xiaoyou replied coldly after rejecting Roche's request.
They already occupied a height that ordinary people could never reach. Although they faced many restrictions on their rights, they were still one of the most stable families around. Without any real influence, no power would dare to target them.
The Puppet Prince's ambition was evident in his desire to reach such heights; however, it was clear that this ambition was far from practical. To be continued...
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