Our Boss Is the Son of a Demigod

The spaceship traveled through the Sea of Stars for two days and two nights before finally landing smoothly amidst a slight tremor.

The hatch was pushed open from the outside.

Old Chen and Old Li appeared precisely on time, like two NPCs that refresh periodically, with their fake smiles on their faces.

"Gentlemen, we've arrived."

Old Chen rubbed his hands together, his gaze sweeping back and forth between Wuma Xiu and Qin Jiu, before nodding in satisfaction.

Two days later, the two of them had been pampered and looked fair and clean.

Qin Jiu, in particular, looks much better than when he first boarded the ship; his appearance will definitely satisfy the boss.

"Our boss wants to see you. Come with us first. Once you see him, your lives, which were once dirt poor, will undergo a complete transformation. You might even have to thank us then."

They've mastered these PUA tactics.

First strike, then offer a treat, leaving the goods neither daring to resist nor harboring any illusions.

Unfortunately, Wuma Xiu didn't care at all.

Qin Jiu stood beside Wuma Xiu, her face expressionless, but her hand, hidden in her sleeve, clenched slightly.

From the moment he was tied to the boat, he felt only desolation, thinking that at worst he would fight to the death.

But things are different now.

We'll first disable the boss's tools, then grab him by the neck and threaten him to release him.

Finally, she took Xiaojiu and flew away.

However, Wine Star can't go back; Old Chen Old Li know his origins. After that, let's take Fat Orange and Xiaojiu to a planet where no one can find us and start over.

For example, Landon Star, which is currently ruled by the Jade Qilin Clan.

Ever since the Jade Qilin Clan bought that once drab, remote industrial planet, they have issued a series of conditions for its residents to move in.

Qin Jiu had carefully read the announcement on Star Network.

1. We do not welcome all wealthy people, unless you are richer than our Jade Qilin Clan.

2. People who are poor, disabled, or sick are eligible for free accommodation.

3. Believers of the Goddess of Beauty are entitled to residency.

[Note 1]: Must be a devout believer.

[Note 2]: Believers who worship the Goddess of Beauty while also worshipping other Gods should be dragged out and prohibited from entering.

[Note 3]: Anyone who dares to smear the image of the Goddess of Beauty shall be dragged out and beaten to death.

[Note 4]:...

One line after another, the writing grew increasingly menacing, as if it were the personal stuff penned by some fanatical believer using public office for private gain.

Qin Jiu had calculated in his mind that he just met the requirements for settling in on Landon Star. He didn't believe that these Space Pirates would dare to make a move on a planet protected by the Goddess of Beauty.

"Let me give you another warning."

"Our boss is no ordinary person. He's the Demigod's Son, with Divine Blood flowing through his veins. When you see him later, whatever you do, don't say anything out of line, understand?"

Old Chen began giving instructions to Wuma Xiu and Qin Jiu.

When he mentioned this, the fear on his face seemed to be ingrained in his very bones.

"Demigod's Son?"

Wuma Xiu's tone became somewhat strange.

To Old Li, this was the normal reaction of a young man being frightened by the word "Demigod." He nodded in satisfaction, fearing that these brats were too arrogant to know their place.

Old Li's tone was full of pride and awe:

"Yes, the eldest brother's family worships a true Demigod. He's a genuine Divine Scion; you're lucky if you get to meet him even once in your lifetime."

Wuma Xiu lowered his head, hugged the Fat Orange Cloud, buried his face in the cloud, and his shoulders trembled slightly.

Old Chen and Old Li thought he was scared, and exchanged a satisfied look.

The title of "Demigod's Son" is indeed effective.

Little did they know.

Wuma Xiu had hidden his face in the clouds, was desperately trying to suppress his laughter.

Ah, so he's the Demigod's Son.

He was so scared, he was almost laughing out loud.

A mere Demigod's Son.

Let him think about it. In this day and age, even if the other party really is some Demigod's Son, how diluted would that bloodline concentration be?

He probably couldn't even lift his Wine Gourd.

Qin Jiu's heart, however, was filled with a completely different, turbulent storm.

Divine Scion.

The other party was not only the Demigod's Son, but also had a real Demigod worshipped in his home.

Behind Demigod, there must stand a true Gods.

He and Xiaojiu were just ordinary people. Even if he had recovered and become stronger, he would never be a match for the Divine Scion.

Will they really be able to leave safely?

The four passed through several security gates guarded by armed guards and finally arrived at an extremely luxurious room.

As far as the eye can see, everything is golden.

The walls were gilded, the table corners were gilded, and even the window frames were painted a dazzling gold.

The floor was covered with a thick carpet; when you stepped on it, your whole foot would sink in.

The walls are covered with famous paintings, ranging from classical oil paintings to Interstellar abstract art.

The person who decorated this room probably wanted to use these artworks to dilute the overwhelming sense of wealth.

But the effect was the opposite.

Gilded picture frames are set against a gilded wall.

The artistic atmosphere, instead of masking the vulgarity of money, made the whole room seem even more incongruous.

However, what's even more vulgar than the room itself is its furnishings.

There were no tables, no chairs.

There were only large Sofas and soft beds scattered haphazardly throughout the room.

It was covered with velvet and silk, and piled high with embroidered cushions.

This doesn't feel like a place to discuss business; it's more like some kind of ambiguous entertainment venue.

Old Chen and Old Li were clearly used to this scene, skillfully bypassing a large round bed placed in the middle of the road and leading Wuma Xiu and Qin Jiu deeper into the room.

Meanwhile, the imposing boss that Old Chen and Old Li had been talking about was now half-lying on a heart-shaped bed, with a pretty young woman in his arms.

He looked very young, with messy, short, wine-red hair, a dark lip stud, and two shiny silver earrings on each earlobe.

Her silk shirt was mostly open, hanging loosely on her shoulders, giving her an air of nonchalant sensuality.

The pretty girl he was holding nestled obediently in his arms, gazing up at him with a look of adoration, as if her eyes could only see him.

Seeing this, Lin Yan was about to lower his head and kiss her when he caught a glimpse of four people entering through the door.

He lazily shifted his position, leaned back against the headboard, crossed his legs, and glanced at Wuma Xiu and Qin Jiu.

Lin Yan's heart skipped a beat when he saw them.

However, he didn't pay any attention to it.

He does this whenever he sees a beautiful woman he likes.

A hint of amusement flickered in Lin Yan's dark red eyes, and the curve of his lips revealed a touch of satisfaction.

"Great, this shipment is excellent. You two go collect your rewards later."

Old Chen and Old Li were immediately overjoyed, nodding and bowing repeatedly to express their gratitude before turning to leave.

However, the door had already closed silently sometime earlier.

No matter how many times they pressed the switch or pushed and pulled the door, it wouldn't budge.