The Red-robed Cult Master

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The security guard immediately shot him a look as if he were an idiot.

Qin Shang quickly changed his story.

"It's like this. A friend asked me to come find someone, but I don't know the person's name. They're an online friend of my friend's."

"Right, an online friend. His username is 'Red-robed Cult Master.' Big brother, do you know if anyone in this neighborhood uses that username...?"

The corner of the security guard's mouth twitched, and his expression became especially strange.

An online friend?

Looking for someone?

Could 'Red-robed Cult Master' be a game ID?

What the hell kind of eyes does he have? How could he think a security guard like me would know the homeowners' personal information?

Seeing this, Qin Shang found himself in a difficult position as well. Before "Grandpa Niu" had been subjected to Divine Punishment, there had been too little time for him to tell Qin Shang much information. This was troublesome.

He forced a sheepish smile and said,

"Do the villas here have names? Like Red Villa? Red 'Grandpa Niu'? Red Grandpa Hong, or something like that..."

"My friend, you're here to have a laugh, aren't you?"

The security guard had now become completely impatient. It was obvious that Qin Shang had no idea what he was doing.

The security guard immediately showed signs of wanting to chase him away.

"Go on, go on. If you've got nothing else to do, don't loiter around here. I thought you were a law enforcer coming to our neighborhood to see one of the homeowners, but it turns out you're here looking for an online friend. How the hell would I know what username a homeowner uses?"

"You don't even know your online friend's real name, yet you dare come out to meet them in person these days. Kid, you've really got some nerve..."

The security guard spat to the side.

Just then.

Rumble—

Accompanied by the roar of an engine, a red Ferrari suddenly swept around the bend and emerged from beside the greenery on either side. It showed no sign of slowing down and only gradually came to a stop at the gate after the screech of its brakes.

The next moment, a delicate and devastatingly beautiful face peeked out from the driver's seat.

Her features were as lovely as a painting, and she was alluring and seductive.

She spoke in a pleasant voice.

"Could you raise the barrier, handsome...?"

Seeing this, the security guard immediately put on a fawning smile.

"Miss Pei, you're back?"

"You've changed cars again? I'll open the gate for you. Just a moment!"

Hearing this, the woman in the red Ferrari nodded lightly, then casually asked as if it had just occurred to her,

"Oh, right. On my way here, I saw a police car over there. Did something happen in the neighborhood?"

"No, the person in the police car is this young fellow. I don't know what he wants. He says he's looking for someone called 'Red-robed Cult Master,' supposedly an online friend of his."

"Maybe he mistook this place for some tourist attraction where people come to take pictures?"

"Judging from his accent, he sounds like he's from out of town. It's nothing to worry about..."

At this, the woman in the Ferrari froze slightly before finally looking toward the young man beside the security booth.

He wore a backpack, casual clothes, and sports shoes. His entire appearance suggested he had traveled a long way.

He really did look rather like an out-of-town tourist who had come to take pictures at an upscale neighborhood.

However, the woman known as Miss Pei did not leave immediately after the security guard raised the barrier. Instead, she kept one hand on the steering wheel while her other slender hand, its nails painted bright red, removed the sunglasses from her face.

Her beautiful eyes turned toward Qin Shang, revealing a hint of thoughtfulness.

Seeing this, the security guard was immediately stunned.

His gaze wandered back and forth between Miss Pei and Qin Shang for a moment.

Holy crap, don't tell me...

Could Miss Pei have taken a liking to this kid?

So the owner of the neighborhood's number-one mansion actually likes this little pretty-boy type?

The next moment, under Qin Shang's puzzled gaze,

Miss Pei slightly parted her red lips and sized him up from head to toe for quite some time before saying flatly,

"Hey, get in. We'll talk in the car..."

"What are you standing there for?"

Huh!?

She... she's talking to me?

Qin Shang froze.

A red Ferrari sports car, a red dress, red nail polish, dark-red hair after being dyed, and red sunglasses.

Wait, why are this woman's sunglasses red too?

Does she like red that much?

Gasp!

The Red-robed Cult Master?

Is the woman in this Ferrari the Red-robed Cult Master?

Qin Shang's eyes widened.

He hurried over and opened the car door.

The moment the door opened, a deep fragrance of perfume wafted into his nose.

Qin Shang had once read a post about how one could identify a woman by her scent. Put simply, women who liked the light fragrance of orchids tended to be reserved and tranquil.

Women who liked the rich scent of roses tended to be mature and alluring.

The scent in the car was not that of roses, but it was indeed strong.

Women who favored rich fragrances were generous, mature, charming, and seductive.

Usually, only women with a certain amount of life experience and age preferred that sort of scent.

This big sister looks to be in her twenties, but her actual age is probably already over thirty, right?

After taking the passenger seat, Qin Shang had not even had time to speak.

Rumble—

A violent roar suddenly erupted beside his ears, and Qin Shang instinctively grabbed the handrail.

The Ferrari then transformed into a red streak and sped into the neighborhood.

The security guard who had just been arguing with Qin Shang at the gate watched this scene, the corner of his mouth twitching as disbelief filled his face.

"S-so Miss Pei likes this type?"

"Young men and women these days are way too uninhibited. They hit it off after a single sentence and she takes him home in her car?"

Gulp.

The security guard swallowed hard, his voice filled with indescribable envy.

"Damn, if I'd known Miss Pei liked this sort of style, I would've gotten a crew cut too..."

The income of a security guard at an upscale neighborhood was somewhat higher than elsewhere, but not by much—at most, a few thousand yuan more.

Yet the homeowners they had to serve were far more difficult than those in ordinary neighborhoods.

Rich people's moods were unpredictable. If he raised the barrier too slowly, he might get subjected to a furious tongue-lashing.

So among those who worked as security guards in places like this, who didn't entertain a few extra thoughts?

Working as a security guard in an upscale neighborhood meant that, if a wealthy woman happened to take a liking to you, you could save forty years of hard work.

Miss Pei was young, wealthy, beautiful, and good-tempered.

A stunning, alluring, and wealthy beauty.

Wasn't she practically the top-tier choice among wealthy women?

Of course, young men and women were more or less the same. Girls wanted to find men with good conditions and latch onto a rich man.

They could rise to the top in one step and struggle thirty years less.

Men were exactly the same!

They had all grown up reading Grimm's fairy tales. Who didn't dream of being the ugly duckling?

Besides, there was nothing shameful about an ordinary young man earning money through hard work.

In this world, being penniless was what was shameful.

A girl willing to suffer alongside you might not be willing to suffer alongside someone else.

But... she would definitely be willing to enjoy a good life with someone else.

As the saying went, you could suffer anything—but not a miserable life.

While the security guard secretly swore that he would definitely get a short haircut and try to cling to Miss Pei's golden brick next time,

on the other side, Qin Shang and Miss Pei had already arrived at the parking lot of Xiangya Linshu.