A Historic Meeting

Shen Qingzhu was a little dazed now.

Originally, he had been dozing in his office when Asakura Ken suddenly knocked and entered. With an indescribably strange smile on his face, he gestured animatedly at something, then stood by the door and respectfully made a "please" gesture to him.

Shen Qingzhu was baffled, but he still put on a sufficient display of authority. He gave Asakura Ken a cold glance, then followed behind him at an unhurried pace.

Later, they arrived before this door.

To keep the Grand Leader's unusual preferences confidential, Asakura Ken had dismissed all the other Black Killer Group members, leaving only his confidant, Imori Hiroshi, by his side. After Imori Hiroshi heard Asakura Ken's description of the two people inside, his expression immediately became fascinating.

So this was what the Grand Leader liked...

No wonder he had not even glanced at all those women who had surrounded the Grand Leader before.

Shen Qingzhu eyed the door suspiciously, unable to understand what trick this person was playing. After hesitating for a moment, he still reached out and opened it.

Creak—!

As the door opened, blue-violet light fell across his face. He blankly stared at the room before him, overflowing with homoerotic tension, and froze where he stood.

In the center of the suggestively lit room sat two devastatingly handsome men in sequined suits. Smiling faintly, they were like wolves draped in the skins of male hosts, waiting for their prey to enter.

Amamiya Haruki held a glass of red wine, his gaze carrying a trace of aloofness and untamed defiance.

Lin Qiye had just opened his mouth to say something flattering, but when he saw who had arrived, his smile suddenly froze.

Shen Qingzhu, standing in the doorway, saw Lin Qiye's face beneath the blue-violet lighting and abruptly