I Became the Rich Second-Generation Villain – Chapter 166

Chapter 166: Bloody Calamity!

[In a hotel suite.]

After listening to the conversation between Su Lang, Yang Jingwan, and others, Wang Haoran seemed deep in thought.

Su Lang no longer had his Global Supreme Black Card. If he wanted to reapply for a new one, following the procedures would take at least half a month.

In other words, Su Lang wouldn’t be able to access the money on this black card for at least half a month.

Fortunately for him, Su Lang’s tone implies that the wedding would push through.

But money was a problem…

Su Lang would certainly find a way to get money.

The question was, where would he get it from?

Ma Hongsheng was currently unconscious and couldn’t offer any help.

However, Ma Hongsheng had two spokespersons.

One was Ma Weicai, but he was not in a position where he can offer him any help.

That left only Cheng Rui.

With a clearer plan in mind, Wang Haoran immediately took out his phone and dialled Cheng Rui’s number.

After just a couple of rings, Cheng Rui answered the call.

Whether Cheng Rui just happened to be on her phone or she picked up immediately upon seeing the caller ID, wasn’t clear.

[“What’s the matter?”]

[“It’s incredibly late; can my lady not sleep?”] Wang Haoran chuckled.

[“Say what you need to quickly. If there’s nothing, I’ll hang up,”] Cheng Rui’s tone sounded somewhat indifferent.

Wang Haoran smirked inwardly, as he proceeded to fall into a sudden silence.

But instead of hanging up, Cheng Rui remained on the line.

[“It seems my lady wishes to speak with me,”] Wang Haoran pointed out.

[“You’re mistaken.”] Cheng Rui insisted.

[“And here I was really excited to speak with the lady,”] Wang Haoran didn’t give up, his voice filled with charming masculinity.

Silence.

But eventually, she spoke with a noticeably softer tone, [“What would you like to talk about?”]

[“After waiting for so long, I suddenly don’t feel like talking anymore,”] Wang Haoran teased.

[“You…”] Cheng Rui’s breathing audibly grew heavier, a hint of embarrassment in her voice.

[“Alright, let’s talk business. You remember that mysterious young man, don’t you?”]

[“I remember, why do you ask?”]

[“You should know that Ma Hongsheng holds him in high regard. But with Ma Hongsheng incapacitated and unable to help, he might turn to you for assistance.”]

[“Who is he, exactly?”]

[“I won’t go into the specifics, just know that he’s not someone you can mess with.”]

[“So, when he comes to me, what do you want me to do?”]

[“Just follow his instructions. However, I want you to record everything. You understand what I mean?”]

[“Leaving evidence to use against him.”]

[“Talking to a smart person saves a lot of trouble.”]

[“Just one problem. You said it yourself; I can’t handle him. If I help you and he finds out, won’t I be in danger?”]

[“Don’t worry, you’re useful to him. Even if he finds out, you won’t be in any danger. Besides, you’re not careless, I believe you’ll take the necessary precautions.”]

[“Naturally.”] Cheng Rui chuckled triumphantly, before her tone suddenly switched to a more mischievous one, [“But aren’t you afraid I’ll betray  you?”]

[“Can you bear to?”] Wang Haoran smiled and countered.

An affection level of 100 wasn’t just for show. Cheng Rui had already put on a performance to protect him before.

He wasn’t really worried that Cheng Rui would betray him.

However, she was quite good at controlling her emotions.

Put bluntly, she was a tsundere.

[“Maybe not now, but if you call me at such an ungodly hour with such a disrespectful tone again, you had best watch yourself,”] Cheng Rui said with a dark tone.

[“Fine, I won’t bother you with calls after ten o’clock. Goodbye,”] Wang Haoran directly hung up the phone.

Beep! Beep! Beep!

Hearing the beep sound on her phone, Cheng Rui felt quite annoyed.

She just shot herself in the foot.

She wanted him to take the initiative and chat a bit longer by provoking him…

Unfortunately, Wang Haoran seems to have taken her word for it.

— — —

[Early the next morning.]

Su Lang’s other subordinates had gradually arrived at Qingling and began their reports.

Su Lang immediately instructed his subordinates to gather information about Shadow.

Yesterday, the reports from Shadow came to a grinding halt halfway through. At first, Su Lang thought he’d just gone off to deal with the small fry.

But even now, there were no further reports.

Something might have happened.

After sending his subordinates to look for Shadow, Su Lang went to the market as usual to buy groceries.

In the market, there was a hunchbacked and ugly man walking with a bamboo pole and divination cloth.

On the cloth were words written in a flowing and graceful manner: “For the destined ones, no payment is taken. For those without destiny, a thousand gold pieces are charged.”

Clearly, he was a fortune teller.

Upon seeing him, the others immediately kept their distance, as if he bore the plague.

The man’s appearance was ghastly and ugly, like an evil spirit. Even children who saw him burst into tears out of fear.

Seeing this, some people in the market immediately drove him away with angry shouts.

But the man with the eerie face didn’t mind at all. Instead, he shouted:

“A bright heart leads to auspicious matters, never follow the dark path of Yin and Yang. Distinguishing between the wise and the foolish in secret will bring the assistance of a great person.”

Upon hearing this, Su Lang walked up with a faint smile and said, “Fortune teller, can you tell if I am a destined one?”

“Sir, your demeanour is exceptional, you must be an extraordinary person. You are definitely a destined one,” the man with the eerie face replied.

“Then, please tell me how my recent luck has been,” Su Lang said casually.

The eerie-faced man nodded, wearing a rich smile, as he scrutinised Su Lang.

After about ten seconds, the smile on his face vanished, replaced by a look of alarm.

“Sir, you will encounter a bloody disaster and gore in the near future, your life might be in danger. If you want to avoid the calamity, you need to leave Qingling as soon as possible!” the eerie-faced man said sternly.

“Haha, we’re old friends. You don’t have to joke about curses the moment we meet, right?” Su Lang couldn’t help but chuckle.

The fortune teller before him was actually the friend he had invited to Qingling: a divine fortune-teller, Tian Ji Zi.

“You should know, I never joke!” Tian Ji Zi said with a serious expression.