"You already took out Yan Shijie. Wouldn't it be enough to just seize his position?"
"I'm not going to be any organization's Vice Chairman. Just hearing it grates on me; it doesn't suit the identity of a romantic swordsman like me. I need to choose the position that suits me best."
"What position would suit you?"
"Wherever I go, there must be wind, moonlight, hotpot, meat, beautiful women, and pigs!"
"Pigs?"
"Look, the pig is here."
Someone was climbing the steps, ascending one step at a time.
The newcomer was graceful and elegant, swaying with delicate charm, followed by a large crowd of sycophantic hangers-on. It was none other than the Arts Vice Chairman, Qu Fengzi.
Qu Fengzi froze slightly when she saw the big-headed cat waiting at the mountaintop.
"Who are you? Trying to court me? Trying to hook up with me? Your look is pretty unusual, I'll give you that, but let me tell you, I'm in a terrible mood today. You'd better bring out something dazzling enough to brighten my mood, or don't expect me to treat you nicely."
The big-headed cat opposite her did not answer. Only the wicked, wicked grin stretching across its cat mouth remained.
"Watch the forums tonight. I'll show you what it means to be a model of our generation." Beep. Shen Sao Ye hung up.
The next instant.
The big-headed cat's body and Qu Fengzi's body flipped and overlapped—otherwise known as sixty-nine.
"Invincible Wind-Fire Wheel!"
Had Qu Fengzi locked down Shen Sao Ye?
Or had Shen Sao Ye locked down Qu Fengzi?
No one knew. Nobody knew.
In any case, Qu Fengzi was sent to the hospital with her face swollen into a pig's head. She was unconscious, unable to rise again, and would not be discharged within ten days.
That