"First, we need to find a way to get close to him."
"And we need to do it without arousing suspicion."
"What about a ball? The semester has just begun, so holding a welcome ball would be perfectly justified. Then we could invite the entire You Zui Hunting Team... Zheng Qing is a lecher. Get a few pretty girls to stroll around in front of him, ask him for a dance, then take the chance to 'borrow' a few hairs. That shouldn't be difficult, right?"
"What a joke. Even if he's a lecher, he's a high-class lecher. How could someone who's danced with Councilwoman Su be so easily charmed by ordinary witches? Isn't he afraid someone will club him over the head after the ball?"
"Speaking of dancing, I remember that at last year's Christmas Under the Moon Ball, that bastard Zheng Qing danced with more than one witch. It caused quite a stir in the SS Group at the time..."
The devils sat in a circle, chattering away, and Zheng Qing's face darkened as he listened.
By now, he could ignore unpleasant labels like "lecher" and "high-class lecher" quite well. But the SS Group the devils mentioned still bothered him. He had the nagging feeling that it was an extremely dangerous organization.
Just as he was considering how to probe into the organization's background, the red fox sitting cross-legged nearby stroked the whiskers around his mouth and clicked his tongue.
"Different. Completely different."
Mammon folded his arms and flicked the tip of his tail toward Belphegor, who had just mentioned the SS Group. Contempt filled his narrow face. "The ones who danced with Zheng Qing at that ball were the North District Great Sage and the Young Lady of the Zhongshan Jiang Family, along with Councilwoman Su... I suspect...