Xu Xinwu's heart pounded with alarm when he saw the two imposing men at the door, men who clearly had ill intentions.
Almost simultaneously, the system's cold and urgent notification sounded in his mind:
"Your nemesis has arrived; both of them are carriers Number Eight."
Simultaneously, the voice of his system echoed in Zhang Yu's mind, carrying an indescribable sense of "wanting more trouble than it's worth":
"Wow, this is going to be interesting."
The two who came, like Xu Xinwu next to you, are both "Number Eight".
Tsk tsk, no wonder they have the same number, even their thought processes are almost identical.
The entities they chose to reside on Earth were all either wealthy or powerful, wielding considerable influence.
It seems your group isn't the only one with designs on Sister Number Nine and her aunt.
The two men at the door had obviously confirmed Xu Xinwu and Zhang Yu's identities instantly through their respective systems.
Four pairs of eyes silently met in the air, some scrutinizing, some wary, some calculating, and even a hint of tacit understanding—"So you're here too"—along with... a spark of competition.
After a brief silence and a stare, the two later "Hosts Number Eight" seemed to have reached some kind of consensus.
They initially ignored Xu Xinwu, who was also "Number Eight," and focused their attention on Lu Wanqing, the "key figure" in this operation.
Thus, under the slightly surprised gazes of Lu's mother, Lu Wanqing, Qin Meng, and others...
The stern-faced man stepped forward, bowed slightly to Lu Wanqing, and spoke in a steady, powerful voice, carrying an unquestionable air:
Good evening, Miss Lu Wanqing.
Let me introduce myself. My surname is Leng, and my given name is Feng. I am currently the Chairman of the Board and CEO of Heavenly Edge International Group.
The group's business spans the globe, primarily engaged in high-end manufacturing, financial investment, and new energy development, with a latest valuation of approximately 120 billion.
It's a pleasure to meet you, Ms. Lu.
As soon as he finished speaking, the man next to him, with a cynical smile, also gave an elegant bow and added:
Miss Lu, I have long admired your name.
My surname is Ouyang, and my given name is Chen. I am the founding partner and chief investment officer of 'Universe Capital'.
We primarily focus on early-stage investment and management of technology, biomedicine, and internet unicorn companies globally, and currently manage assets exceeding $80 billion.
If converted to RMB... well, it's probably over 500 billion.
Of course, the businesses under my personal name are also doing quite well, worth several tens of billions.
Meeting Miss Lu today, she is indeed radiant and captivating, with an extraordinary air about her.
The two introduced themselves in a flat tone, as if they were simply stating facts.
Every word they uttered carried immense weight, crashing into the small living room, leaving Lu's mother speechless and Zhou Hengliang's jaw nearly dropping to the floor.
The impact made Lu Wanqing see stars and her breathing quicken.
Tianfeng International?
Universe Capital?
Worth hundreds of billions?
These terms and numbers, which usually only appear in financial news and gossip magazines, were now being spoken by two such young, handsome, and extraordinary men, and they were directed at her.
Lu Wanqing felt her heart pounding wildly, her cheeks burning, and her gaze uncontrollably darting back and forth between the three top-tier "domineering CEOs" in front of her— Xu Xinwu, Leng Feng, Ouyang Chen.
Each one of them matched or even surpassed all her fantasies about a "domineering CEO".
Rich, good-looking, and charismatic! And... three at once?
And they all "fell in love with her at first sight"?
Willing to come to your door?
Overwhelmed by a tremendous sense of vanity and unreality.
She covered her slightly flushed cheeks, her eyes glazed, and murmured to herself, her voice filled with barely suppressed excitement and self-satisfaction:
"Sigh, sometimes you just can't be too outstanding..."
Look, being outstanding is a problem too. So many outstanding men are falling for me, I don't know how to choose...
What a sweet burden...
Seeing her so engrossed in her "heartthrob" fantasy left Qin Meng speechless and facepalming. Lu's mother couldn't help but roll her eyes again, muttering under her breath, "Oh no, this child's completely obsessed..."
Standing next to Lu Wanqing, with her arm still tightly held, Xu Xinwu's Xu Xinwu was rather unpleasant.
He looked at his two colleagues, who were talking eloquently and showing off their wealth, and sneered inwardly.
These two guys immediately flaunted their family background and wealth, clearly intending to quickly gain control of this "breakthrough point" in the most direct way, one that best suited Lu Wanqing's "taste."
Moreover, their deliberate ignoring of themselves is also a gesture—everyone is "Number Eight," with the same goal, so let's compete fairly based on our own abilities.
Zhang Yu stood a short distance away, silently observing everything.
It seems this gathering of Rebellious Dao Seed is getting more and more interesting.
In order to get close to or influence Number Nine, these hosts really used Divine Ability the book.
One wonders if the person in question, Number Nine, is already aware of this absurd drama unfolding on his doorstep: a "domineering CEO vying for his aunt's affections."
The atmosphere in the living room became even more strange, complicated, and tense after the arrival of these two uninvited guests.
All three "Number Eight" hosts are targeting Lu Wanqing.
Lu Wanqing herself seemed to be enjoying herself... This scene looked like a farce on the verge of spiraling out of control.
Just as the atmosphere in the living room was becoming increasingly strange and tense due to the financial competition among the three Number Eight and Lu Wanqing's sweet troubles--
Click.
With a soft click, the front door was opened from the outside with a key.
Everyone was stunned and instinctively looked towards the door.
A tall, slender man dressed in a simple black T-shirt and casual trousers walked in silently.
He looked to be in his early twenties, with neat, short black hair and a handsome, hard-edged face.
What is most striking are his eyes—deep and calm, yet seemingly containing an endless starry sea, carrying a kingly aura of looking down upon the world, having experienced vicissitudes yet returning to simplicity.
He simply stood there, without any unnecessary movements or aura, and instantly silenced the somewhat noisy living room, as if even the air itself had frozen.
"Eldest Brother?"
Qin Meng was the first to react, her face instantly lighting up with uncontrollable joy, and she rushed over in a few steps:
You're back?
Lu's mother's eyes were also full of joy, but she couldn't help but complain:
"You brat, you finally decided to come back?"
You've been gone for over three years, and I can barely get through on the phone. You're always disappearing like a ghost, really."
Lu Wanqing's eyes lit up when she saw Qin Hao.
He then broke into a smug smile, his tone carrying a hint of boasting and pleading:
"Xiao Hao, you're back just in time."
Quick, quick, help your aunt take a look.
These suitors... well, they're all so perfect, I'm overwhelmed with choices.
You have a good eye, please help me decide which one is the most suitable.
As she spoke, she pointed to Xu Xinwu, Leng Feng, and Ouyang Chen, and even casually mentioned Zhang Yu standing next to her, as if Zhang Yu were also one of her suitors.
Qin Hao's gaze followed Lu Wanqing's finger, slowly sweeping over the uninvited guests in the living room— Xu Xinwu, Zhang Yu, Leng Feng, Ouyang Chen, and Zhou Hengliang, who stood in the corner looking bewildered.
His gaze was calm and unwavering, but it swept over the few people.
Everyone, including Xu Xinwu, felt an invisible pressure descend upon them, as if they had been glanced at indifferently by some Primordial World behemoth.
Xu Xinwu, Leng Feng, and Ouyang Chen, who were also Number Eight, felt a chill run down their spines.
Qin Hao's gaze lingered on the group for a moment, as if he had noticed something.
Immediately, his brow furrowed almost imperceptibly. His face remained expressionless, but his eyes suddenly turned cold, like ice.
He ignored Lu Wanqing's "plea for help" and her mother's nagging, instead coldly staring at these uninvited "guests" with his deep, seemingly all-consuming eyes.
Qin Hao parted his thin lips slightly, and the words he uttered were devoid of warmth, yet carried an undeniable authority and a sense of expulsion:
"You guys..."
"Anyone who doesn't want to die, get out!"
The sound wasn't loud, but it exploded like thunder in everyone's ears, carrying a chilling and Killing Intent that pierced straight to the soul.
The temperature in the living room seemed to drop several degrees instantly.
However, at this tense moment, when war seemed imminent...
Lu Wanqing suddenly jumped out like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, instantly blocking Qin Hao and the "guests".
She put her hands on her hips, tilted her head back, and pointed at Qin Hao's nose without any politeness. Her voice suddenly rose, carrying the rudeness of an "elder" reprimanding a "junior":
"You're not allowed to talk to your uncles like that."