Chapter 60: Midnight Terror

At that moment, the men in the restaurant gazed at Chen Xian with utmost envy. They wished they could trade places with him. After Zhang Xin finished teaching the standard dining etiquette, she noticed Chen Xian’s flushed cheeks, then glanced down at her own posture, which seemed rather ambiguous. Her exquisite beauty suddenly bloomed with a rosy blush.

"Have you... learned it?" Zhang Xin asked softly.

Although Chen Xian was nervous and blushing, he enjoyed being close to Zhang Xin. He subconsciously shook his head.

"I... I'll teach you again!" Zhang Xin whispered, her face still red.

A few minutes later, she returned to her seat, cheeks still burning, and lowered her head to eat. Chen Xian, too, ate his steak and drank his wine with a flushed face. It took quite some time for their complexions to return to normal.

Half an hour later.

Chen Xian, Zhang Xin, and Charm Cat left the restaurant.

"I’ll drive you home," Zhang Xin said, her handsome face adorned with a charming smile.

Chen Xian nodded and settled into the passenger seat. Soon, the red Lamborghini sped out of the restaurant parking lot.

Just as the two walked out the main entrance, a nine-seater business van pulled out of the parking lot behind them and began tailing the sports car.

...

Zhang Xin dropped Chen Xian off at No. 101 in the Splendid Community, helped him carry his things inside, then drove away.

Since Chen Xian had notified the slaughterhouse in advance to delay the delivery of the pigs, Zhang Xin didn’t witness the peculiar scene. Otherwise, she would surely have wondered why Chen Xian wanted to buy a hundred pigs.

Chen Xian hugged Charm Cat and was about to close the door when suddenly a nine-seater business van pulled up in front of No. 101. The van stopped, its doors swung open, and nine burly men jumped out, each with a menacing look.

They surrounded Chen Xian and Charm Cat.

"Kid, are you Chen Xian?" one of the men, whose neck bore a dragon tattoo, barked at him.

Chen Xian showed no fear and nodded. "I am. What do you want?"

"I'm here to beat you up!" the dragon-tattooed man sneered. "Brothers, give him a good welcome—break his hands and legs!"

At their leader's command, the other men flexed their fists, ready to pummel Chen Xian.

"Charm Cat, this is your turn," Chen Xian said, the corner of his mouth curling as he patted the little cat’s head.

Charm Cat’s sapphire eyes gleamed with an eerie blue light. She opened her pink mouth and let out a meow~~~

That cat's cry carried a mesmerizing power.

The burly men froze in place as if struck by Medusa’s petrifying spell, standing motionless.

Though their bodies were still, their minds were thrown into turmoil, overwhelmed by terror. They felt the world suddenly plunge into darkness; houses, streetlights, Chen Xian—everything vanished, leaving only endless blackness and spine-chilling howls.

Then ghostly figures with tangled hair and long tongues began encircling them...

Chen Xian observed the men, his eyes shifting as his thoughts spun.

Who sent them to deal with me?

"Charm Cat, wake them up," Chen Xian instructed, stroking the kitten’s head.

Meow~~~

Charm Cat let out another strange meow.

Instantly, all the men snapped out of their trance, their faces twisted in fear.

"Who sent you?" Chen Xian’s eyes flashed coldly as he fixed his gaze on the leader.

The leader dropped to his knees with a thud, his pants soaked, kowtowing repeatedly to Chen Xian and trembling in terror.

"Master Chen, it... it was Xu Kun, that bastard! He sent us to break your hands and legs, and told you not to see Miss Zhang Xin anymore!"

From the depths of his heart, he believed the crew-cut young man before him to be a sorcerer. Thus, he addressed Chen Xian as Master Chen.

He also cursed Xu Kun bitterly. This Chen Xian wasn’t some ordinary college student—he was a living demon! He’d gotten himself and his brothers into serious trouble!

Upon hearing this, an image surfaced in Chen Xian’s mind: a young man in a tailored designer suit, handsome and suave, driving a Ferrari.

That was Zhang Xin’s brother, Zhang Ziqiang.

"So, it must be him," Chen Xian thought to himself.

He looked coldly at the leader, who had wet himself, and said, "Take me to Xu Kun."

Though Chen Xian suspected Zhang Ziqiang, he wanted to confirm with Xu Kun to be sure.

"Yes, yes, Master Chen!" the leader replied hastily.

He jumped into the driver’s seat. Chen Xian took the passenger seat, and the other men got in as well.

The van started up and left the Splendid Community.

Half an hour later.

The van pulled into the Royal Entertainment Club and parked. Chen Xian, holding Charm Cat, followed the leader inside.

At this hour, the club was lively with the nightlife of the rich and young; the place buzzed with voices, deafening music filling the air.

The leader brought Chen Xian to an opulent private room.

"Master Chen, Xu Kun is inside," he said.

"Open the door," Chen Xian commanded.

The leader immediately opened the door respectfully.

Chen Xian stepped inside and saw a row of luxurious leather sofas occupied by a few portly middle-aged men, each with a voluptuous, heavily made-up woman draped over his arm, drinking and laughing.

Chen Xian stroked Charm Cat’s head.

Meow~~~

Charm Cat let out another eerie feline cry.

Suddenly, everyone in the room froze, their eyes vacant and lifeless.

"Who is Xu Kun?" Chen Xian asked coldly.

One of the portly men in a floral suit stood up stiffly. "I am."

"Who told you to send people after Chen Xian?"

"Young Master Zhang."

"What is Young Master Zhang’s full name?"

"Zhang Ziqiang."

Hearing this, Chen Xian’s lips curled into a cold smile. As expected!

He patted Xu Kun’s face. "Where is Zhang Ziqiang now?"

"At Pearl Five-Star Hotel, Presidential Suite 009!" Xu Kun replied mechanically.

Shortly after, Chen Xian left the private room with Xu Kun, leaving everyone else in a daze.

...

In the early morning hours.

At the door of Suite 009, Presidential Suite, Pearl Hotel.

A handsome man in a tailored suit, arm in arm with a gorgeous, tall woman, opened the door, laughing as they entered the room.

The man was Zhang Ziqiang, reeking of alcohol, clearly fresh from a night out.

He approached the bed, his hands roaming the woman’s curves, ready to press her onto the mattress.

"Young Master Zhang, don’t rush—we should take a shower first!" the woman giggled.

Zhang Ziqiang kissed her lips. "Alright, let’s have a lovers’ bath!"

He stripped off her dress, and together they headed for the bathroom.

Ah!!!

Just as they entered, the woman’s high-pitched scream echoed through the spacious presidential suite.