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"Their expressions are a bit strange, did I scare you? And you were acting a bit odd just now too, did the Namekian spirit possess you?" After stepping out of the elevator, Chen Wuyou said with a blank expression.
Meanwhile, Yang Xiaoyou rubbed his forehead, feeling a headache coming on. His inner persona had just fluctuated like it was on its period.
Now he could completely control it to prevent it from showing, but during those fluctuations, his personality seemed to be greatly affected. He was still himself, yet he felt extremely arrogant and rebellious, as if all other humans were inferior beings.
He really disliked this state.
The force he had just used had drawn out some of his inner persona's power.
"Yeah, the soul of a perverted alien has possessed me. My heart might do something strange to you, oops," Yang Xiaoyou complained weakly after a couple of grumbles.
Just as he finished speaking, he received a sharp knock on the head and instinctively covered his head to guard against further attacks. Facing the Big Sister who had bullied him since childhood, he had no effective means of countering her.
Many problems couldn't be solved just by being skilled.
"Remember what you promised me," Chen Wuyou said after knocking Yang Xiaoyou lightly on the head and giving him an exasperated look.
"Tch, were you planning this all along?" Yang Xiaoyou thought to himself, feeling somewhat dissatisfied. If there was an issue, she could have just brought it up; he wasn't someone who wouldn't agree.
"I intended to discuss it here when things didn't go well," Chen Wuyou replied nonchalantly.
Hearing her words, Yang Xiaoyou realized that he hadn't greeted her upon arriving. She should have first brought her brother over to talk and only sought him out if they couldn't reach an agreement. This time, he had walked right into her trap.
Thinking of this made him feel much more at ease.
"You probably had something prepared to threaten me with too," Yang Xiaoyou muttered after coming to this realization.
"You have a secret in my hands, hehehe," Chen Wuyou said, still wearing a strange smile.
Hearing her words, Yang Xiaoyou was momentarily stunned. If secrets were concerned, her combat ability could be considered one, but although this fellow had a sharp tongue and bullied her a bit, she was confident about the bigger issues. The fact that she hadn't even told Chen Hao about her own matters indicated that she wouldn't use this to threaten her.
However, Yang Xiaoyou soon saw Chen Wuyou pull out a pen-like recording device from her bag and wave it in front of her.
Seeing that somewhat familiar gadget, Yang Xiaoyou's heart flashed with an odd and quite ominous feeling. Wasn't that still around?
"What is this?" she asked, holding onto a glimmer of hope.
Without hesitation, Chen Wuyou pressed the button on the recorder.
Immediately, a low and eerie voice emanated from it: "I am the Dark Flame Wielder; be consumed by the black flames, ahahaha!"
From the tone, it sounded like someone was casting some strange magic. However, upon hearing this voice, Yang Xiaoyou felt as if she had been struck by a fatal curse. She covered her ears with both hands and shouted, "Ah! Don't play it! Don't play it!"
While covering her ears, Yang Xiaoyou seemed to be hit by something enormous. She kept banging her head against a nearby utility pole, nearly losing her mind.
After hearing her words, Chen Wuyou turned off the magical recorder and looked at the panting Yang Xiaoyou with a blank expression. "It seems you really might be the Dark Flame Wielder. Come on, let’s see some fireworks; even if you used magic now, I wouldn’t be surprised."
Upon hearing that calm voice, Yang Xiaoyou felt like she was about to spit blood. Her dark history—how could such a deadly weapon still exist? Her life was ruined.
Even after obtaining the Future Memory fragments, listening to that recording made her scalp tingle. This had nothing to do with her gained memories; it was from a completely dark period before high school.
She never expected that this sharp-tongued demon not only recorded it back then but also saved it until now and brought it out with her clearly intending to force her into submission.
Indeed, although she didn't want to admit it, the person speaking in that recording was none other than Yang Xiaoyou herself during middle school. Back then, she was lost in daydreams influenced by games, movies, anime, and comics.
Although she had managed to change this habit by high school and had completely moved past that shadow after obtaining the Memory Fragments and experiencing subsequent events, being reminded of it by that sharp-tongued demon made an embarrassing urge to dig a hole and hide arise within her.
Because he had regained memories of the past, even with his strong will, he couldn't suppress the feeling that surged within him. It was akin to the unshakeable bond he shared with Huang Wei and that group of troublesome friends—an indelible stain on his life.
The reason he had worked hard to get into Yuying Middle School was largely due to his desire to break free from his previous constraints, to start anew in a high school where no one knew him, completely stepping out from the shadow of his past.
However,
As that nightmarish voice echoed, it seemed to signify the complete shattering of his former plans.
“Damn it,” he muttered under his breath, his expression showing a hint of frustration.
“Thank you,” Chen Wuyou on the other side accepted his 'compliment' without hesitation.
Hive Security Company’s Asian Branch was located in Sh City, while Z City also had an office due to its acquisition of a certain overseas company.
This arrangement was actually made by Nobunaga Hideyoshi to facilitate Yang Xiaoyou by placing personnel in two nearby locations.
Compared to Europe, the business of the Chinese Empire was just starting out. However, thanks to the escort mission at Yuying Middle School, they had gained some notoriety. Now, the security system at Yuying Middle School was entirely entrusted to Hive Security Company, although their main personnel would not be deployed in such places.
The overall person in charge here was Vice Captain Hoss, who had previously been pressured by the U.S. Army—a rather impulsive fellow.
Although stationed at the Asian Branch, Hive Security Company’s office was not particularly eye-catching; it looked more like a private gym. In this era where martial arts were prevalent, such establishments were quite common.
“What a desolate office,” Chen Wuyou remarked as she observed the nearly deserted entrance with her usual expressionless demeanor.
However, given her personality, describing it as 'desolate' was already quite a 'gentle' way to put it.
"I should probably inform your classmate; after all, he is the legal representative," Yang Xiaoyou remarked, glancing at the sharp-tongued sister who had brought her along.
"As long as I finalize the contract, I will take full responsibility for this matter," Chen Wuyou replied, showing no signs of other emotions.
However, upon hearing this, a flicker of understanding crossed Yang Xiaoyou's eyes. It seemed she had grasped the underlying issue. Clearly, the 'big shot' in the entertainment industry had a reputation that couldn't be hidden.
Initially, when she hadn't met this person, she thought that the 'big shot' would have some sense and that money would suffice. But now, given the circumstances, her classmate still arranged for her to handle this issue. There was nothing strange about it; Yang Xiaoyou didn't buy it.
It was evident that Chen Wuyou had noticed this as well and was preparing to act decisively by signing the agreement with Same Beehive without further ado.
Her abilities were not limited to just being sharp-tongued; although she had avoided contact out of fear of being implicated, she had heard that Chen Wuyou had developed her own film and entertainment company, indicating her considerable talent.
Just as they were about to step through the gym-like entrance, Chen Wuyou's phone rang.
Seeing the caller ID made her furrow her brow.
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