Hooking Up to Go Die Together?

"Zheng Zhu, why weren't you waiting on Professor Cao? What brought you to see me?" The Grand President looked at Zheng Zhu, who had delivered himself to his door, with a strange, mocking tone.

How Zheng Zhu had delivered himself was simple. The Grand President had merely used newspapers and spies to let Zheng Zhu see a photograph of him attending a banquet.

He himself was unimportant in the photograph. What mattered was that, in one corner of it, stood a woman who resembled the already-dead spy Number Seven in both appearance and temperament.

That single glance had caught Zheng Zhu's attention, and naturally, he had come looking for the Grand President.

A White Moonlight—especially a dead White Moonlight—naturally had no small amount of destructive power.

All the more so for a young man like Zheng Zhu.

At the Grand President's strange mockery, Zheng Zhu's expression naturally darkened.

The other man's meaning made it sound as though he had become Lu Xingshi's servant.

And he had even used the word "waiting on," making Zheng Zhu snort coldly. "The Grand President holds immense power, yet you still need to serve the Heavenly Fate Master."

The Grand President had been relatively tactful, but Zheng Zhu was young and hot-blooded. Coupled with his great strength, he naturally spoke without restraint, directly ridiculing the Grand President.

However, having climbed to this position, the Grand President would never become angry over such a shallow jab.

Back then, the Heavenly Fate Master had disdainfully ordered him to withdraw his people and abandon his advantage, yet he had endured it and respectfully agreed. This kind of petty mockery was nothing by comparison.

"Young people shouldn't be too fiery," the Grand President said with a smile. Then he clapped, signaling someone to bring in tea.

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