Demonslayer Chapter 17

Chapter 17: Manager Su (One)

Xu Yangyi wasn't clear about the matters of the branch. Perhaps it would be better to say that even if he did understand, he still wouldn't care too much. Heavens Law was a militarized administration. Besides learning of the habits, geographical distribution, cla.s.sification, societal structure of demons, and how to develop their own cultivation, other fine aspects wouldn't be taught.

This society was far more complex than beyond what normal people could see. To learn of these things still wouldn't be pa.s.sable in this society; the cultivation world didn't need such, as well. The law of the jungle was rather simple.

Thus, it could be said that Xu Yangyi simply didn't understand what a berserker symbolized for every exam candidate and so on. He also didn't know that after he slayed the berserker, the branch would become the receptacle of much attention. 

He only knew he was confronted with a choice now. An extremely grim choice.

"What? Handsome dislikes Big Sis' handiwork?" A jade-like hand followed by a sweet-sounding voice set down the icy sweet rice porridge in her hand and from her stomach took out a snowy-white, gold-marked card. She didn't pa.s.s it on into Xu Yangyi's hand but gently pursed it to her lips, carrying a red layer of delicate fragrance and then flicked it streaking into his st.u.r.dy chest.*

It was unknown what methods she had used, but the b.u.t.ton on his chest popped off with a clack, followed by the second one… the third one… straight to his well-sculpted abdominal muscles until the card stopped at his hand and squirreled itself away: "I'm bold to trouble you, Big Sis knows it, too, that even if I personally prepared these ordinary foods, the flavor can't be compared with the cultivation foods you normally eat… A stud like you won't blame me, right?"

Xu Yangyi tranquilly took the business card from his wide-open clothes and blew on it: "The Many Treasures Pavilion's Manager Su, I have less than a month until I have to return to the branch to make my report. There's not much time."

"You can do many things in a month… Does handsome think that a normal person like me is unsuitable to chat with you?" The woman stooped her body over, propping her perfect face to peer at him: "Big Sis only wants to invite you for a bite, that's all. Sir is connected to the Many Treasures Pavilion, and we can discuss the purchasing arrangements of the demon's corpse. Can't I appreciate a handsome customer?"

She laughed and talked sweetly: "Mr. Xu's 'first time' deserves to be commemorated, no?"

Her voice wasn't melodic at all, but it betrayed a languid smokiness. If it could be said a young maiden was a silver bell, then she was the lantern's evening candle. Her cla.s.s, respectability, and lavishness were seeped with a trace of alluring appeal.

It made people who heard these spoken words couldn't help but a.s.sociate them with a pair of lips, so rosy, seductive, that if one used their hand to caress them, they would even be able to feel the soft watery gloss. 

Presently, it just happened to be midsummer, and the snowy-white flesh of her navel was revealed by her light-blue crop top, closely pressed against her bewitching body. It made people unable to mentally a.s.sociate whatever region that she covered, but rather desire to immediately peel them back, using their tepid fingers to touch the smooth, tender flesh lying below her s.h.i.+rt.

Her miniskirt outlined the enticing S-shaped curve of her ample derrière, and her two snow-white thighs below were like jade, tender and straight, with her feet donned in a pair of wine-red Christian Dior high heels. The clacking sound they made as they rapped against the floor was sweet to the ears. A long white cotton scarf draped her picturesque shoulders, adding an even more indistinct flavor.

This was a woman in full bloom, like the penetrating maturity of a honey peach, similar to that of a gentle bite on the skin would yield a suckle of water. A look that was exquisite and fully complementing, rosy lips, and eye shadow of slight depth; all in all, it was a fact that could be testified.

This was a beauty. One whose beauty was extremely stirring..

The beauty gently took off her cotton scarf, and beneath the haziness, a tattoo of a vermillion rose could be seen on her shoulder. Her gaze faintly swept over his pectorals and abdominals, and she used her alabaster hand to hand him the scarf to cover himself. With red lips carrying an enticing charm, she whispered gently at the side of his ear: "Handsome… tonight, Big Sis will be waiting for you. Come to twenty-eight Spring Road, and we'll discuss in detail the purchasing arrangements. Be there or be square."

Heading straight out, her bountiful ebony hair cascaded down behind her, and she glanced over at the dumbfounded husky, faintly smiling: "You're on your own."

"Clack… Clack…" The sound of high heels tapping upon the ground was music to the ears as she left the sickroom. Already, the husky by the side had light radiating from his eyes. As soon as the other had left, he began barking up a storm.

"Pretty boy… I knew your reputation would bring you a love affair! Let's go! We should really go! We need to go! However, since you're discussing a buyout with the Many Treasures Pavilion, why did she snub me, the manager! It should be me and her talking things over, right! No way! I want to go, too!"

Xu Yangyi looked at the business card, bound in somewhat of a trance and fanned his face: "You be obedient and stay put."

The husky used his paw to cover his mouth incredulously, his doggy eyes tearing up: "So… you want to discard your boyish body that you've nurtured for the past twenty-one years? Together with me?"

Xu Yangyi laughed coldly, simply not answering the other.

He had never been the herbivore, and moreover, he wasn't one to decline a rose-tinted rendezvous. However, tonight wasn't like that one bit.

Because on the back of the business card was the symbol of Heavens Law.

A dragon coiling into a circle with a sword in the center. He couldn't be more familiar with it.

"Heavens Law is an 'academy' and the Many Treasures Pavilion is a 'supply unit'. She's obviously a normal person; did she come from Heavens Law?" He narrowed his eyes: "Interesting…"

As night fell, he arrived according to the appointed location. His dress was extremely casual, an ordinary T-s.h.i.+rt, jeans, sneakers, and sun visor added on with a pair of sungla.s.ses on top. It wasn't until he arrived that he discovered that the arranged place was in an upper-cla.s.s neighborhood.

The greening and public safety were both done relatively perfectly, it ought to have been Sanshui City's finest neighborhood. On the inside there weren't any buildings, but rather a couple small villas. Even the cars parked on the side were worth at least around six hundred to seven hundred grand.

Of course, there weren't many villas, as well. At most, there were around ten.

Someone was watching him…

Just as he entered, he discovered an extremely obscured gaze. It carried no murderous aura whatsoever, but one of strange alarm, nervousness and all kinds of negative feelings. In a flash, it had been seized by him.

After the matter of the chest within his sea of essence, and although the expansion of his sea of essence was temporarily incapable of being solved, it brought with it the benefit of an instantaneous result. His current degree of sensitivity towards things in the outside world vastly oustripped that of his previous level. 

He drifted his eyes over in pa.s.sing, and in that stich of time, he sensed the other immediately rein in their gaze like a bird on a hair trigger rather clearly. Moreover, the owner of that gaze's heartbeat immediately spiked, and their body temperature further soared. 

They were… scared of him?

Why were they afraid of him?

Manager Su wouldn't be scared of him, and in the eyes of others, was it that his style didn't mingle in with the neighborhood's common crowd?

He was frightened of him… or frightened of… someone the same as him?

"Interesting…" He licked his lips and took off his gla.s.ses, looking over.

It was a white villa. Sanshui City didn't have any mega-luxury villas that came preinstalled with a swimming pool and tennis court. Carrying a vigorous Chinese-style, this villa stood out like a sore thumb among the block of western-style villas, recognizable with a single glance.

"Swish…" At the same time, inside the villa, an elderly man lowered the blinds in a flurry, using a handkerchief to wipe away at his cold sweat as if his life depended on it. His voice went trill like he had suffered a stroke: "He saw me… He saw me…"

His body faintly s.h.i.+vered and a cold sweat slicked his hand. At his side, Manager Su flipped through a fas.h.i.+on magazine boredly, not lifting her head and said: "The things you have done are of your own blame. I set up a line for you in the consideration of your two million."

"Grandfather!" At the old man's side, a twenty-year-old youth followed, decked out in designer brands from head to toe. The deep furrowing of his strong brows revealed his obvious dissatisfaction: "What's going on with you? Our company went from little n.o.bodies to riches totaling a billion! I don't understand, isn't he just the captain of the police? Even when Chief Zheng sees us, he has to take the long way around! We're the economic pillar of Sanshui City! Nowadays, to have wealth is to be a lord; what are you scared of? Who saw you? In Sanshui City, who can demand fear of us?"

His voice had not yet fallen, but perhaps it should be said that he was simply unable to continue speaking. This was because his grandfather, who had never raised his voice at him and granted his every request, fixed him with a penetrating gaze.

"Shut your mouth." The old man closed his eyes and deeply clenched his teeth several times, his voice light yet diffused with a strength that couldn't be refused: "Take a seat, nice and quiet. Don't say anything else."

The youth hadn't finished speaking his words, and his chest heaved up and down a good few times. He curled his lips, restraining his anger and sneering. Standing in front of the window, he neither spoke nor sat down.

"Swis.h.!.+" Manager Su shut the magazine closed all of a sudden and looked at the considerably handsome youth with a smile that wasn't a smile: "Why did you bring him here? He's just fragile young master protected in his own little bubble. His character isn't great and his temper isn't minor. He doesn't even know of anything and cannot discern the severity of the situation. In his heart… perhaps in the immensity of Heaven and Earth, he is the greatest, right… Sir, are you not worried he will offend him?"

The old man's Adam's apple wobbled painfully, and his hand holding his cup of coffee trembled somewhat faintly: "After he graduates, he shall go abroad to pursue his studies… He is the sole scion of the Cao Family, in the case such a great operation falls upon him…"

He opened his murky eyes and sighed deeply: "I am old. This burden, I cannot carry it… I originally believed I would still be able to hold on for ten more years and let Mosheng live carelessly and freely for that period of time, continuing his life of merriment… I didn't expect… a matter like this would happen this time."

"Perhaps that man simply doesn't care." Manager Su poured him a cup of coffee, pus.h.i.+ng it over: "Why should you?"

"He may not care, but how can I dare not take this matter to heart?" The old man took the cup of coffee, his hand s.h.i.+vering to a degree. He looked at the blinds in lingering trepidation: "Even I know that a tiger at the zoo doesn't eat people… but who dares to let one out?"

"In order to let that man see our sincerity… Now, granted that Mosheng isn't sensible, but moreover domineering, as heir of the Cao Family, he will have to stand here."

Cao Mosheng looked at his grandfather in shock, as if he didn't recognize him.

He felt his throat become fairly parched, and he walked in front of the window, raising a blind, looking at Xu Yangyi leisurely walking by. Because of his excessive anger, his voice was fairly trembling: "Him?"

"It's him?!"

"Look at his clothes… Tsk Tsk… Even I lose face! I spend enough on a single meal in what he makes in a month! Grandfather! Are you confused! It's him? How can it be him? I can drop a hundred grand and get several tens of wage slaves like that to come!"

"Cao Mosheng, hasn't Lord Yun told you that food may be eaten indiscriminately, but words cannot be spoken carelessly?" Manager Su leisurely pursed her coffee to her lips, not raising her head: "The Cao Family lost their middle-aged son, and are you are the sole scion. For Lord Yun to pamper and spoil your nature to not know of the immensity of Heaven and Earth… Hehe, Lord Yun, do you regret it?"

Cao Mosheng bit his lip and looked towards his grandfather, yet discovered that his grandfather was surprisingly nodding deeply in pain. 

"Grandfather what's gotten into you tonight?" Cao Mosheng fiercely swept his wide eyes over to the window: "It's just a person like this… A person like this! … Just you wait! I'll give Chief Zheng a call right now! He'll make him skedaddle straight out of Sanshui City tomorrow!"

*https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jiuniang the dish in question.