Big Shark Comes Knocking

Qin Xuan put away the old Recruitment Card. Before long, the rhythmic creak of high heels scraping against the floor came from outside. Then came a knock at the door.

Those footsteps seemed to belong to that so-called Slaughter Envoy. Qin Xuan recognized the visitor's gait, but still asked indifferently, "Who is it?"

Killing intent, almost tangible, erupted. A terrifyingly bloody aura of slaughter was released without restraint. In an instant, the temperature inside and outside the room plummeted, and even the walls and door were coated in a faint layer of frost.

Slaughter City was that kind of place. You could not show kindness to anyone, nor could you accept anyone's kindness. Otherwise, surviving until tomorrow would be nearly impossible.

You could only trust yourself.

That was also why Qin Xuan had survived until now.

Outside the door, the Slaughter Envoy, her face veiled in black gauze, staggered from the sudden killing intent and nearly collapsed to the ground.

But she had, after all, been chosen by the Slaughter King to serve as a Slaughter Envoy. It was not as though she had never seen terrifying killing intent before.

Swallowing hard, the Slaughter Envoy said, "Greetings, esteemed Mr. Black Dragon. I am an envoy of the Slaughter King, here to convey the Slaughter King's invitation."

An invitation from the Slaughter King?

Was he trying to recruit me as his lackey, or make me some damned honorary advisor? The kind who could leave without clearing the Hell Road?

Damn it, that old bat really knew how to scheme.

Qin Xuan's eyes shifted as an idea quickly formed in his mind. "Come in."

This really was like being handed a pillow just when he was sleepy.

He had been worrying about how to gather enough participants for the hundredth Hell Slaughter Arena match within three days.

With the Slaughter Envoy helping him, it would be easy.

Very soon.

The door opened, and the Slaughter Envoy stood at the entrance, giving Qin Xuan a graceful bow.

"Mr. Black Dragon."

The Slaughter Envoy was dressed especially scantily today. She reminded Qin Xuan of a certain creature from the ocean.

A shark.

That was right, you heard correctly—a shark, and a Big Shark at that.

Because the shark was huge, Qin Xuan felt a damp breeze before she even entered the room. It came accompanied by surging waves.

The Slaughter Envoy's attire was exceptionally seductive. Her long, narrow eyes were soul-stealing, and beneath her slender neck lay Big Shark's most powerful weapon, half-hidden and half-revealed—the deadliest kind.

Qin Xuan glanced sideways at that deadly spot, his expression blank. "May I ask what the Slaughter King wants with me?"

Though he had been single since birth in both lives, anything unusual usually had an ulterior motive. Over the past year in Slaughter City, he had seen at least eight or ten naked bodies.

There had been even more people who admired the strong and voluntarily threw themselves into his arms. He would not lose his resolve over a mere pair of weapons, no matter how formidable they were.

Even if this woman was the most beautiful woman he had seen so far, aside from Bibi Dong.

She was no exception.

Otherwise, he would have died hundreds or thousands of times already.

Besides, he was not the kind of man who pounced on every pretty woman he saw.

Having received nine years of compulsory education on Blue Star, he had his own principles and values.

When it came to women, he had always abided by eight words: "Don't flirt if you won't marry; marry if you flirt."

This Big Shark before him was clearly the Slaughter King's maid. Who knew when that old bat might decide to change his tastes and take her for himself?

What if something happened between them today, and that old bat gave him a huge green hat someday?

Only Qin would ever cuck others; he had no habit of being cuckolded himself.

In short, this woman was not his type.

At least, not before he had the ability to take her away and before she had been touched by that old bat.

"Doesn't Mr. Black Dragon intend to invite this humble woman inside for a seat?" The Slaughter Envoy had clearly been drinking. Her cheeks were flushed, and her breath carried a faint scent of alcohol.

She extended a pale jade finger, intending to stroke Qin Xuan's chest, but Qin Xuan caught her wrist and said expressionlessly, "Miss, you should get to the point."

The Slaughter Envoy froze. "Our King wishes to invite Mr. Black Dragon to become an honorary advisor of Slaughter City after you achieve one hundred consecutive victories. Your status would be second only to the King's, and you would be free to enter and leave Slaughter City."

"Fine, I accept."

"Mr. Black Dragon, please do not refuse so quickly. I... Wait, you accepted?" The Slaughter Envoy's beautiful eyes widened instantly, and all traces of intoxication vanished.

"What? Is there a problem?" Qin Xuan released the Slaughter Envoy's hand, turned around, and returned to the room, where he poured himself a cup of tea.

The food in Slaughter City was more or less mixed with the toxins drifting through the air.

He would never touch that stuff.

He had spent Emotion Points to buy this tea from the system store. It was non-toxic, harmless, and guaranteed safe.

"Uh, Mr. Black Dragon, don't you have any conditions to raise?" The Slaughter Envoy was somewhat at a loss. She had even prepared herself to offer her body.

But you agreed before I even took off my clothes?

Was my charm really that lacking?

"Ahem. Of course I have a condition." Qin Xuan cleared his throat. "My condition is that you arrange my final Hell Slaughter Arena match as soon as possible. Preferably within two days. I'm in a hurry."

One day was obviously unrealistic. He also needed to adjust his condition. Two days would be just right.

"That's it?" The Slaughter Envoy's chest ached. Her face turned first green, then purple. Today, she had truly locked horns with Qin Xuan.

"Of course. I've been away for a year already. If I don't go back soon, the old man in my family will send people to look for me. When he gets angry, he's far more frightening than the Slaughter King."

Qin Xuan nodded slowly, spinning a serious lie with a straight face.

"Very well. Your condition is not excessive. However, because you have become famous in the Hell Slaughter Arena, the Fallen Ones have recently preferred offering Bloody Mary rather than participating in Hell Slaughter Arena matches. Arranging it within two days may be difficult. I can only do my best to arrange it for you as soon as possible."

The Slaughter Envoy's great weapons heaved violently. She no longer called him Mr. Black Dragon. Stomping her foot hard, she turned to leave.

Qin Xuan's voice rang out behind her again. "Wait."

"You changed your mind?" The Slaughter Envoy stopped with her back to Qin Xuan. A rare, girlish smile of victory appeared on her alluring face.

Setting aside her identity as a Slaughter Envoy, she herself was only a youthful and beautiful young woman who had just turned twenty.

What outstanding young woman did not have a competitive spirit?

"No, not at all. I just wanted you to remember to close the door behind you before you leave."

Qin Xuan lifted his teacup and took a light sip, speaking words infuriating enough to make someone die of rage.

"You—" The Slaughter Envoy stumbled and nearly fell to the floor. Then, with a bang, she slammed the door shut and stormed away.

Only after leaving Qin Xuan's residence did the Slaughter Envoy suddenly realize that her body had not been defiled by that disgusting man, and she had escaped another disaster.

Moreover, she had completed the task assigned by the Slaughter King quite well.

She should have been happy!

So why was she angry?

After thinking it through, the Slaughter Envoy's mood improved considerably. Yet when she looked again in the direction of Qin Xuan's residence, a strange emotion appeared in her eyes.

Damn Black Dragon, how dare you ignore my charm. One day, sooner or later...

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